I am a villain and have been captured. Why are the fairies asking me to come out?

But she was destined to be disappointed. Before her belt was completely untied, a white light appeared from behind Shan Zhenzhen.

The holy light that suddenly lit up dispelled all the darkness in the room.

Yan Mobai and Li Yulo stopped what they were doing, An Xiaoyu opened her eyes, and Shan Zhenzhen also put down her crossed legs and turned her head away.

The long and straight jade knife hung silently in the air. Even though it was just a knife, it could still make people feel some suppressed emotions ready to spread out like the knife's intent.

Sad... Upset... Wronged... And a deep sense of unwillingness.

"Niao Niao..." An Xiaoyu stared blankly at the familiar knife. It was once her best friend, and now it was a white jade knife. The dead were resurrected in the knife.

She suddenly started sobbing, and tears as big as beans rolled down her cheeks. She tried to wipe them away with her little hands, but they never stopped.

"Niao Niao... Woo..."

Amid the little girl's sobs, the light of the sealed sword suddenly became much brighter, and then suddenly turned into white light, attacking Yan Mobai.

Could it be that Yi Niaoniao was stimulated by the scene just now?

"No!" The girl wanted to stand in front of the leader, but it was too late. She could only watch the white light pierce towards the leader.

The incident happened suddenly. An Xiaoyu and Shan Zhenzhen wanted to stop it, but they were both a step too late. The only person in the entire guest room who remained indifferent was Yan Mobai, who was pointed at by the knife.

His divine sense told him that Yi Niaoniao had no ill will towards him.

The white light dissipated from his eyes, and Yan Mobai stood there unharmed.

Buzz... His arm felt itchy, and he turned his head to look, only to see the jade knife rubbing his arm gently, like a kitten, giving him a feeling of aggrieved.

After being stared at for a long time, the Jade Knife's movements gradually slowed down, as if it was afraid of being despised by him, and it shrank back to the side.

After a while, strands of white light and fire ignited from the jade knife and gathered into a little man the size of a palm.

White robe, twin ponytails, big amber eyes, delicate and beautiful face, she is exactly a smaller version of Yi Niao Niao, but her figure is different from that of ordinary people, with a big head and a short body, small. Compared with beautiful, perhaps cute is more suitable to describe her. To describe her with the words of Yan Mobai in his previous life, she is a little cute.

She struggled to climb onto the blade, knelt on it, and looked around blankly with her big eyes, as if trying to understand the current situation.

Chapter 136: Sword Spirit Chooses Its Master

The already spacious guest room becomes extraordinarily spacious in the small courtyard.

The teapot that could once be held in one hand now looked like a dark copper mountain. The cups and bowls beside the teapot were now enough for two or three of her to lie down and take a bath at the same time.

Master...little foxes...why did they become so big?

Why has everything gotten so big?

Yi Niaoniao was full of doubts, but didn't know how to start.

“I… this is…”

She looked at her two little hands in confusion, and then pressed them on her face, as if to make sure that she still existed in the world and not become a homeless ghost.

Pressing down gently, the soft flesh as delicate as solidified fat instantly filled the girl's palm, perfectly fitting the shape of her palm, overflowing lightly between her fingers, with a bit of stubborn soft elasticity, lightly squeezing the fingertips, like a glutinous rice ball that does not stick to her hands.

So soft...

The soft, tender and smooth touch made Yi Niaoniao rub it a few more times unconsciously. The skin on her face gradually became hot under the touch of her little hands. It was so warm that her hands felt like they were trapped in two gentle arms, and she was too comfortable to leave.

Yi Niaoniao had just been immersed in this wonderful touch for a while when she suddenly realized why her face was so soft.

Unlike An Xiaoyu and Li Yulo who are still a little childish, Yi Niao Niao's youthful appearance at the age of sixteen is exactly the most beautiful age for a girl. She has just shed her childish immaturity, and it is too late for her to put on the maturity of an adult.

Although her face was also soft, the curvature could not support the touch of a whole palm, and it was impossible to make every inch of her little hand feel as soft as tofu.

Could it be that... I have gained weight?

This conjecture made her feel inexplicably scared, and the comfort in her hands disappeared. For a girl with such a beautiful appearance, getting fat is undoubtedly the most terrible disaster, especially the touch in her hands that confirmed the truth of this conjecture every moment.

Yi Niaoniao even forgot to think about why she was sitting on the sealed knife and why she was still alive. She looked down at the mirror-like blade. Her long twin ponytails fell from her shoulders as she moved, and piled up beside her delicate little hands that were supporting the ground.

In the reflection of the blade, there was also a girl looking at her in panic, their palms were pressed against each other, and their eyes met unexpectedly.

"Well……"

The amber eyes of the girl opposite her suddenly opened wide, her pink mouth opened stupidly, her eyelashes were long and shiny, her facial features were somewhat similar to hers, but the proportions had changed as if she had returned to her childhood, so delicate that she looked like a fairy descending from heaven. Although her face looked round and plump, it didn't make people feel fat at all, but rather so cute and naive that people couldn't help but want to pinch her plump face.

Who is this...so cute...

Yi Niaoniao was stunned. She subconsciously stretched out her hand and wanted to touch the face of the girl opposite her, but she only touched the cold and smooth blade.

Mirror?

She was stunned for a long time before she reacted.

Is this...herself?

Why... did I become such a little thing?

Yi Niaoniao stood up, looked around at a loss, and finally... her eyes fell on the pale girl beside the bed.

The girl's expression and movements were frozen at the last moment. She hugged the silk carpet as if it were a treasure, her chin resting on it lovingly, a faint smile on her beautiful and fragile face, her amber eyes reflecting the cold light from the window.

"This is... me..." She stared at her own bloodless face in a daze. She felt that she was so beautiful that she even wanted to hold her own body in her arms.

After becoming a sword spirit, Yi Niao's memory remained on the soft silk carpet and the person who handed it to her. Her heart seemed to still be filled with the joy of reuniting with her lover before her death.

She thought the leader brought An Xiaoyu back to save her, but now it seems that she is indeed dead.

Can the dead... be resurrected?

The girl closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had suppressed the chaotic emotions of coming back to life. She lowered her eyes to look at the jade knife under her feet. There were faint connections connecting her body to the jade knife, as if she were a puppet being pulled by strings.

However, rather than saying that she is a puppet controlled by the jade knife, it would be better to say that... she is this jade knife.

The former owner of the sealed sword has now become the sword spirit within the sealed sword.

The spiritual cultivation she had gained had already dissipated from her body, and in its place were the numerous imprints of the Dao that sealed the sword.

Yi Niaoniao didn't know what realm she was in now. If she was to be ranked by the level of her weapon, she was a rare spiritual weapon in the world. Weapons with spiritual intelligence were even rarer than ordinary immortal weapons, not to mention a weapon of heaven made of heavenly spirit jade and nurtured by the immortal essence of the god for many years.

With the assistance of the sword spirit, the power of the sealed sword is not much inferior to that of ordinary immortal weapons, and the threshold for use is much lower than that of immortal weapons. Even if a Yuantai cultivator wields it, he has a chance to defeat a Shenshen cultivator.

But if we calculate based on her own strength, I am afraid that any cultivator above the Yuantai stage in the world can easily capture her.

As a weapon, it is destined to exert its full power only in the hands of its master. Without someone to inject spiritual energy into it, it is like a fire without roots. Even if Yi Niu Niu has great abilities, it is difficult to defeat people above the Yuantai realm with just a little spiritual energy.

So... who should she choose to be her master?

Yi Niaoniao turned her head and looked at the woman in red dress sitting on the coffee table.

"You saved me?"

the girl asked.

After transforming into a magical instrument of heaven, she became much more sensitive to the great principles of heaven and earth, and was able to feel the intricate cause and effect between herself and the other party.

Taking away the cultivator's true spirit from the hands of the cycle of heaven and earth, and then sending it into the weapon to become the spirit inside the weapon, such a miraculous method had never been heard of by Yi Niao Niao, nor had it been seen in any books.

If there is a rule to follow, not to mention that Jiuzhou is full of real weapons and people are sealed with weapons after death, at least every leader and elder of a major immortal sect should have one in their hands. But even the leader of the Tianji Sect, who has mastered the most life-saving techniques in the world, has never shown a real weapon to others.

It is rumored that there is a spirit in the Mingkong Yingyue Sword of the Yuheng Immortal Sect, but there is no real evidence left. The only definite evidence left is the founder of the Qingyun Sword Sect who achieved enlightenment as a sword spirit in ancient times.

Yi Niao Niao found that she had underestimated Shan Zhenzhen too much. Now that she thought about it, she and the leader might not have had any chance of winning in the game in Jiuling Town. Although this Tiandao Dharma Body's cultivation was not high, the Shan family inheritance behind him was really unfathomable... Being able to create a real weapon, he really deserves to be the Tiandao family that has been in charge of Tianji Sect for thousands of years and has the bloodline of Tiandao Dharma Body.

"It's me."

Shan Zhenzhen looked at the little thing standing on the jade knife with amusement, "What's wrong, sister Yi, do you want to say something to thank me?"

Yi Niaoniao bit her lower lip and mustered up the courage to ask, "Before I died, was it you who put the blanket in my arms?"

"Well, sister Yi was so pitiful at that time, like a puppy staring at a bone with grievance before dying. How could I bear to watch you die with regrets?"

Yi Niaoniao was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you."

"I have already heard your thanks before."

Yi Niaoniao's face was full of seriousness: "No, this time... I'm talking to Dharma Protector Shan."

Shan Zhenzhen looked at her for a while, then sighed softly: "Every time I see Sister Yi, I always think of an old friend."

She picked up the silk fan on the coffee table, her green eyes staring at the embroidery on the fan, vaguely able to discern two girls with similar looks. Facing this silk fan, the Jidu protector, who was regarded as a vicious person by countless people, showed a rare sadness in his eyes.

"I want to persuade you not to follow in her footsteps, but the more I think you resemble her, the more I know you won't listen."

Yi Niaoniao nodded, not quite understanding. She did not ask who the old friend was, nor did she ask what Houchen meant, but she knew that the other party might be right. If she decided to start a journey, no matter what others said or what she encountered along the way, she would not stop... just as the moment she realized that she had become a knife, she had already chosen her master.

Author's words: This time I can finally strengthen the protagonist a little bit, and bring an extra emergency food along the way. If you have read the author's previous book, you should be able to see the shadow of a certain stupid dumpling.

...Also, the original body will be resurrected, so there is no need to worry about the XP not overlapping. It should be time to start a new extra soon...

Chapter 137: A Dream Come True

"Since you have made up your mind, I will not force you."

Shan Zhenzhen put away the unnecessary expression on her face and returned to her usual calmness with a hint of tenderness. "You two are somewhat similar, but you are not the same person after all. If you can change your mind in the future, you can come to Youquan Island. Then I will give you another chance to choose."

Yi Niao Niao clenched her hands in front of her chest, "Thank you for your kindness, Shan Hufa. Since I have made this choice, I will not regret it."

"You certainly don't regret it now, but you may not think so in the future."

Shan Zhenzhen smiled and said, "Even if you are the current leader of Tianji Sect, you can't predict your future destiny. Why should you be so sure, sister?"

Yi Niaoniao bit her lip and shook her head silently.

She has never been a person with great determination and ideals. If there is a more comfortable path in front of her, she will never choose the difficult one, even if she knows that the difficult path can go further. Just as she had the elixir sent by the leader, she no longer needed to risk her life to plunder the demon cultivators, and she never practiced hard again.

Later, when she took the position of the head of Yaoguang Sect, Yi Niaoniao never considered the development and expansion of the sect. She only secretly planned to rely on the protection of Yuheng Immortal Sect to survive in this chaotic world.

But these days, she truly developed an unbreakable determination that no matter what the cost or how far she had to go, she would get the happiness she wanted.

Only when one is on the verge of death can one understand what one regrets the most. She has already died once and no longer wants to leave regrets until the last moment of her life.

She turned around, raised her little head, tried hard to suppress her pounding heartbeat, and looked at the white-haired boy expectantly with her big amber eyes.

"Master Yan...are you willing to be my master?"

Although she had already made such a plan, when she really called out this name, a shy blush still appeared on Yi Niao Niao's fair and tender face.

When a girl chooses her lover, she only needs to give her heart to him, while when a knife chooses its master, it is equivalent to giving him everything. From then on, she no longer has the opportunity to resist the other party. Whether it is body or soul, she belongs to this man completely... In this life, she will always belong to the leader.

But this is also what Yi Niao Niao wanted. As long as she could become the leader's weapon, she would not have to worry about being abandoned by him and the little vixen. No matter where they would go in the future, she could accompany them.

In Yan Mobai's dark eyes, the little girl on the jade knife clasped her hands in front of her chest and looked up with hope in her big eyes. Such a prayer was just to dedicate everything she had to him.

He sighed secretly, thinking of his previous use of Yi Niaoniao. She probably had already discovered all this and was just willing to be used.

He thought he wouldn't care, but now facing her humble and sincere eyes, the barrier that Yan Mobai had erected in his heart began to crack unconsciously.

Putting aside his inner emotions, he now really needs such a knife to cut through the obstacles ahead. It will take who knows how many years to cultivate to the level of a refined spirit. With Yi Niaoniao's help, he is not without room for self-protection even when facing a refined spirit.

If you add your own emotions into the equation, there is only one choice left.

He glanced at Li Yuluo beside him, and seeing her light purple eyes looking at him encouragingly, the last of his worries disappeared.

"it is good."

Just one word made the little girl on the jade knife sob with joy and wipe her tears on his clothes.

It’s so small, like a figurine from my previous life, just the right size to be held in the palm of my hand and cherished.

Yan Mobai gently caught her in his hands, and stroked the hair on the back of the sword spirit girl with his fingers, "Yan will never forget the favor that Sect Leader Yi has shown you today. Although you are nominally the sword in my hand, I will not restrict your freedom. No matter what Sect Leader wishes, I will not let you down."

"Hmm...!" Yi Niaoniao obediently did not resist. She knelt in his warm palm and accepted his touch.

No matter what her wish is, she will never let her down... Then, is it okay for him to like her?

She was surrounded by a familiar smell, no, it was the aroma of cake... Yiliniao's little head was touched and lowered, and she was almost confused. She smiled foolishly, and had never been so happy as she was at this moment, as if all the sadness and sorrow she had experienced in her life were paving the way for this moment.

The girl vaguely thought of the story in the book: first depressed and then uplifted. Now that she has passed the most difficult part, she will be happy from now on...

Come to think of it, she was sitting on the leader’s hand... Wasn’t that the same as the leader touching her... The little girl whimpered, feeling the warmth from under her body, and her face unconsciously became hot.

"Master..." She murmured unconsciously, quietly rubbing the palm of the leader's hand, and her breathing soon became rapid and trembling.

Recognition of the master requires the blending of the auras of both parties. Now, Yi's aura is constantly seeping into Yan Mobai's palm, and the other party's aura is also constantly seeping in...

The jade-white sealing knife silently hung above Yan Mobai. The mark that originally belonged to Yi Niao Niao began to melt, and was replaced by Yan Mobai's mark.

"wave!"

Seeing that Yi Niaoniao was really starting to recognize her master, An Xiaoyu, who had been left alone for a long time, finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

No one knew what kind of drug had been administered to her best friend. She never even glanced at her from beginning to end, and her eyes were filled with the face of the cult leader.