A master of comedy!

Hearing these fiery and alluring words, Zhou Sheng looked surprised, a fleeting flutter in his lowered eyes.

But he was utterly indifferent inside.

Because he possessed the Luo Shu, he clearly understood just how dangerous this ruthless god before him truly was.

He is indeed obsessed with male beauty and very interested in himself, but if he really thinks that he can control the other party, make him infatuated, or even make him join his side, then he is very wrong.

The number of talented young people who have been tormented to death by Him over the years could probably fill a valley with their corpses.

He may appear fervent at this moment, but He is actually testing us.

They were testing whether Zhou Sheng would demand the Golden Elixir and the Golden Whip, testing how ambitious and greedy Zhou Sheng truly was, and testing whether he was of upright character or secretly greedy.

Normally, Zhou Sheng should refuse outright now, expressing his integrity and morality, while subtly revealing a hint of attraction to her.

That's his favorite.

But Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed, and he decided to be bolder and try to make a deeper impression on Him and gain His favor in this short period of time.

"I want the golden whip that the King of Hell bestows upon you."

Zhou Sheng did not hesitate and resolutely said yes.

Upon hearing this, a playful smile appeared in the Night Wanderer's eyes. His peach blossom eyes remained alluring, but a hint of indifference had crept into the depths of his gaze.

"You have already swallowed the Golden Elixir, which will greatly increase your magical power and help you successfully take charge of the Investigation Division. I will not take it. However, the Golden Whip is my master's leg tendon. Please give it to me. I will be extremely grateful!"

Zhou Sheng bowed to him, his voice devoid of any greed, only filled with deep affection for his master.

"You don't want the Golden Elixir, is it because you care about me?"

The Night Wanderer, however, sensed the underlying concern in the first half of the sentence and stared at him with a half-smile.

"No, don't overthink it!"

Zhou Sheng hurriedly said, his voice sounding somewhat urgent, and waved his hand, saying, "I just want my master's hamstring back."

The Night Wanderer stared at him for a moment, then stretched out his hand.

The golden dragon whip bestowed by Yama appeared in his palm, radiating a soft, precious light. The demon-suppressing scriptures on it were faintly visible, and if one had ordinary eyes, one could not see them at all. Even Zhou Sheng's divine eyes could only see a fraction of them.

"This item was bestowed by the King of Hell and cannot be given away lightly, however..."

That delicate little foot quietly brushed against Zhou Sheng's calf again.

"If you're willing to give me your hamstring, I wouldn't mind considering it."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng took a deep breath and resolutely said, "Okay."

The Night Wanderer was taken aback, not expecting him to agree so readily.

"Do you even know what it means for a shaman to lose their hamstrings—"

"Of course I know, after all, I have followed my master for more than ten years. But a true man should walk between heaven and earth with a clear conscience. As a disciple, if I cannot repay my master's sinews, I am afraid I will never sleep peacefully for the rest of my life."

When Zhou Sheng spoke these words, he was sincere and genuine, and they were truly from the bottom of his heart. Coupled with his excellent acting skills, even the Night Wanderer, who was used to seeing hypocrisy, was touched.

However, he shifted his gaze and said jokingly, "You men are always good with words, but I don't know... whether it's true or not."

Roar!
The roar of the Yazi dragon transforms into a blade.

"Hehe, could it be that you've been hit where I hit, and are now angry and embarrassed—"

With a soft "poof!"
Zhou Sheng plunged the tip of his knife into his right leg, pulling out the large, transparent tendon hidden inside. Despite being covered in blood, he remained unfazed.

A hand suddenly pressed down on him.

"Zhou Lang, I trust you. You should keep your hamstring healthy, after all... I still want to see you perform in the future."

The Night Wanderer gave him a deep look, the coldness in his eyes slowly dissipating, replaced by a strange spring-like feeling.

Her eyes were alluring.

"That golden whip—"

"I cannot give you the golden whip."

The Night Wanderer stopped his teasing and said seriously, "The golden whip was bestowed by Yama, the King of Hell. If I were to give it to you, I fear I would be punished. However, I think you will like this betrothal gift. It is far more precious than that golden whip."

Zhou Sheng frowned, about to say something, when his pupils suddenly dilated, because the Night Wanderer suddenly stepped forward and kissed him.

Immediately afterwards, a cold bead was pushed in by that serpentine tongue.

Gazing at Zhou Sheng's handsome and flawless face, the Night Wanderer's eyes were somewhat dazed. He suddenly bit Zhou Sheng's lip hard, even drawing blood.

He took a few steps back, looked at Zhou Sheng, whose face was flushed and whose breathing was a little rapid, and licked the blood from his red lips with satisfaction.

Zhou Sheng stretched out his hand and spat out a bead that emitted a faint blue light.

The bead seemed to contain some kind of strange energy. Although it was cold and gloomy, when it was held in the mouth, the whole body was illuminated by the eerie light, and the flow of magical power immediately became much faster.

"This object is called the Youth-Preserving Pearl. It is a treasure that I have nurtured for hundreds of years. If you hold it in your mouth, it will enhance your cultivation and, moreover, allow you to... maintain your youthful appearance forever..."

The Night Wanderer extended a slender, jade-like finger, gently lifted Zhou Sheng's chin, his eyes sparkling, and uttered four words.

"Extremely handsome."

"I can't have it—"

"You have to accept the things I give you, whether you want them or not."

He smiled, and seeing the tremor in Zhou Sheng's eyes, he knew that the time was almost right. He decided to stop while he was ahead and turned away without any hesitation.

"Wait a moment!"

Zhou Sheng's voice brought a smile to His face, as if He had everything under control.

"What, are you reluctant to part with me?"

He shook his head and said, "I, Zhou Sheng, have never been one to covet treasures. Since you have given me this pearl, I will give it to you in return."

He took the exquisite Soul-Soothing Ring off his hand. It was a treasure that Bao Ying had painstakingly crafted, and it had an innate and strong attraction to wandering spirits.

"I noticed you glanced at it several times. This is a treasure my master gave me; it has the effect of gathering yin energy and calming the soul, and it will help me successfully graduate. Now, it's yours..."

The Night Wanderer gazed at the ring, his eyes rippled with emotion.

The heartless man from back then killed her because of the jewelry and gold she had accumulated over the years. She still hasn't forgotten the greed that flashed in his eyes at that time.

"Of course, if you don't want it, please take this precious pearl back—"

Before Zhou Sheng could finish speaking, he saw a slender, snow-white hand extended in front of him.

His eyes flashed, and he put the ring on her finger.

The ring shrank automatically and finally fit perfectly on the ring finger of His right hand. The cool aura made Him feel very comfortable, and a hint of comfort appeared in His eyes.

"It's a very beautiful ring; Zhou Lang put a lot of thought into it."

He smiled gently, raised his palm and examined it for a moment, seemingly very pleased.

Can you tell me your name?

Zhou Sheng suddenly asked, and added seriously, "It's your real name, not a god's name."

The Night Wanderer hesitated for a moment, then smiled and whispered three words in his ear.

"In my previous life, my name was... Nian Nu Jiao."

"As for my real name... I have never had one."

After saying this, His figure transformed into petals of the other shore and vanished, leaving only wisps of lingering fragrance.

Zhou Sheng's gentle gaze gradually turned cold.

A chilling murderous intent lurked within.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Luo Shu shone brightly, transmitting a message into his mind.

"The Corpse-Fixing Pearl contains a large amount of corpse poison and some of Nian Nu Jiao's magical power from before she cultivated into a Yin God. Although holding it in one's mouth can increase cultivation and prevent aging, the corpse poison will gradually attack the heart, turning one into a puppet..." (End of this chapter)