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

Such a thought flashed through his mind.

The soft undergarment not only fails to conceal the alluring beauty, but appears half-covered, like a veil on a beauty's face in candlelight. Although she knows that it is the most seductive and beautiful to keep it like this, she is always itching to tear it off.

But he finally suppressed the dirty thoughts in his heart and moved his eyes away from the full and white curve.

With my current state of mind, I definitely cannot continue my cultivation...

Qian Qiuxue was still lying in his arms. Yan Mobai couldn't get up, so he just sat there. He looked at the girl calmly and said, "The effect of the immortal bamboo shoots is smooth and mild. According to my estimation, it will take another half an hour for the master's heart to recover. If you have anything to say to me, you can talk later."

Hearing this, the girl trembled and looked up at him aggrievedly, her amber eyes shimmering with fear, her voice timid and hoarse: "Master... don't you want to be with me anymore?"

Yan Mobai really didn't expect her to ask this. He couldn't connect his actions with abandoning this guy. He was stunned for a long time before asking, "Why did Sect Leader Yi say that?"

The girl's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. She sniffed and looked at him tearfully: "My master obviously doesn't have much time left, but he gave me the treasure that can prolong my life. Isn't that just because he wants to abandon me..."

"I sent the Evergreen Immortal Bamboo Shoots here to save Sect Leader Yi's life. How could I want to abandon you?" Yan Mobai sighed softly, "Sect Leader Yi saved my life and Yu Luo's life. If I sit back and watch the Sect Leader's body decay, I will not be able to rest in peace."

"But……"

Yi Niaoniao tried to wipe away her tears randomly, but she couldn't wipe them away completely. She sobbed for a while, and suddenly hugged the white-haired boy's arm, wiping the remaining tears on his robe.

"But I don't want to lose my master... woo~"

The girl buried herself in his arms while sobbing in a way that made people feel sorry for her. Her tear-stained face kept rubbing against Yan Mo's white sleeves.

“Wuwuwu…?”

With repeated rubbing, the aroma of the cake continued to spread into Yi Niao Niao's nose, tickling her and arousing her already limited self-control.

Unconsciously, her crying gradually subsided, and she started sniffing like a puppy, greedily inhaling the aroma of the cake into her stomach. Finally, she opened her little mouth involuntarily, bit her robe, and sucked in the aftertaste of the cake.

The dark blue fabric had become darker in large areas, and it was unclear whether it was due to Yi Niao's tears and snot, or her saliva, but there was no doubt that her remaining image had been completely destroyed. She was no longer the charming and lively Yaoguang Fairy, but a completely greedy puppy.

"I...I just want to stay with my master..." A pitiful voice came out vaguely from the girl's mouth, which was covered with clothes.

Whether as Yi Niaoniao or as a sword spirit, she wants to accompany her master forever and be with her cake forever.

If the price of resurrection is to never be able to eat her beloved cake again, Yi Niaoniao would rather be a silly little sword spirit forever. She might get mad at the little vixen for stealing the cake, but at least she can smell the fragrance of the cake all the time.

Even if... even if this body would die again, she would still want to keep the leader she so desperately desired, and let him continue to stay in this world, just because he is Yi Niaoniao's most precious cake, the master for whom she can give everything...

Suddenly, she felt a warm touch on her head. It was the leader touching her head. The girl felt soft and tender, and she whimpered softly while holding her robe. It should have been a romantic scene, but for the two of them, it didn't look like a lover's caress at all, but rather like a master's loving touch to a pet.

"Since I gave you the immortal bamboo shoots, I have made preparations." Yan Mobai's voice sounded softly beside the girl's ears, "Go back and recuperate quickly. The heart meridian is very important. The headmaster is weak now. If you don't concentrate on recuperating, it's easy to develop a root cause of illness."

"Hmm..." Yi Niaoniao's sobbing stopped abruptly, and the sleeve was spit out from her mouth, leaving a crystal silk thread between the saliva remaining on her lips and the sleeve.

"Don't..." She

For the first time, the obedient puppy disobeyed his master's wishes, and the mighty pressure of the spirit was released, pinning Yan Mobai firmly to the spot.

"Forgive me once, Master..."

The girl murmured timidly, her cold, slender white arms wrapped around the boy's neck, the smooth, fragrant sweat melted between their skin, and the air was filled with the sweet and rich fragrance of gardenia.

"After this time, please punish Niao Niao as you wish..."

Although her heart meridian had not yet recovered, the huge difference in their cultivation levels was enough for Yi Niaoniao to suppress all of the boy's resistance. In the boy's surprised gaze, the girl's delicate body slightly leaned forward, and her white gauze undergarment opened wide. Her body was no longer covered by the leader. Her skin was whiter than snow under her slender black hair, and the hills on the snow rose and fell one after another.

Yi Niaoniao didn't care at all about her body being seen by the other party, even if it went against her master's wishes. But this beautiful and pretty girl's body still belonged to her master, along with the mountains and valleys, jade legs and slender feet. As long as the master liked, she could give it to the master at any time and anywhere. And now, she wanted to offer her sweet and tender pink lips again.

The delicate breath hit his face, and Yan Mobai once again experienced the warm feeling and the sweet fragrance of this girl, but this time the initiative did not belong to him.

Under Yi Niaoniao's control, he couldn't move at all.

Compared to Qian Qiuxue's dominance, the girl's kiss seemed timid. Even though she was the only one asking for it, her weak and fearful look still made her look like a delicate girl being forcefully kissed by a man.

Could it be that she wanted to...

After a brief moment of surprise and confusion, when a trace of clear light fell into his body, Yan Mobai finally understood some of Yi Niao Niao's meaning.

She actually wanted to return the spiritual charm of the immortal bamboo to him.

The fairy bamboo shoots have been taken by Yi Niaoniao, and can only be passed on to others after their auras have blended together.

Although there are other ways to blend their auras, given this girl's personality, it's not surprising that she would use this method to kiss him like she did last time.

Why do you have to do this...

He sighed secretly. Heart injuries are always difficult to heal. It was a great fortune that the spiritual charm of the whole bamboo shoot could heal her. Now Yi Niaoniao has given some of her spiritual charm to him. What can she use to heal her own heart? Even if she can survive, she will probably be left with an incurable hidden disease that will accompany her for the rest of her life.

But he had neither the ability nor the reason to stop Yi Niaoniao.

To be honest, Yan Mobai undoubtedly wanted to live longer and see more of the world with Yu Luo. He had given the fairy bamboo shoots to Yi Niaoniao to repay her kindness, and now that he had received her gift, he could be considered to have a clear conscience.

But for no reason, he found that... he actually felt a lot of heartache for this girl who was as humble as a puppy.

Author's Note: This chapter has been edited.

Chapter 165: Happy Puppy

This kiss lasted for an unknown amount of time, until the last bit of spiritual energy in the girl's Yuan Hai was sent out along with the blending breath, and the clear light that nourished her whole body dimmed, and the heart meridian that had originally relied on the spiritual energy of the Great Dao to maintain its existence was cracked again.

The girl's face turned pale instantly, just like when she hadn't been resurrected yet. As if she felt the sweet blood welling up from her throat, she pushed Yan Mobai away with all her remaining strength, looking at him absentmindedly with her amber eyes, and the next second a large amount of bright red blood suddenly flowed from her mouth.

puff.

Yi Niaoniao fell limply on the cold tiles of the front hall, her clothes still half undressed, but she no longer looked as attractive as before, instead she looked so fragile and thin that it made people feel pitiful.

The spiritual aura pressing on him dissipated, but the white-haired boy was still stunned. After a moment, he slowly raised his hand and touched the corner of his lips. Suddenly, he stood up without paying attention to Qian Qiuxue on his legs and shouted loudly towards the depths of the hall: "An Xiaoyu!"

"Sister Yi, cheer up!"

Li Yulo, who had been waiting silently at the side, had already picked up the girl on the ground. Her little hands softly pressed on Yi Niao Niao's neck. The weak pulse beat against her fingertips, but it was becoming slower and slower.

"Don't die...Sister Yi..." The girl almost bit her lips, her beautiful light purple eyes opened wide, and strands of white immortal energy seeped out from her fingertips and sank into the neck of the girl in her arms.

She had immortal veins, and her immortal essence was as pure as that of a spiritual cultivator, but she could only slightly slow down the speed of Yi Niao's heart veins breaking. She silently felt the girl's increasingly weak pulse, and was so sad that she almost cried out.

The person who originally had the highest presence and the highest level of cultivation was now ignored by the two of them.

Qian Qiuxue sat there with her silver hair disheveled, her scarlet eyes full of confusion, as if she had not yet emerged from the haze of just waking up.

Her face seemed to still be stained with his warmth, and her hair seemed to still feel the slight itch from her soft little hands playing with it. Her hair had been braided into flowery braids by his deft fingers, but now it had been untied again, hanging in disarray on her shoulders.

She knew that the warmth she had once possessed and had briefly gained today was now lost again.

……

A ray of fairy light fell in front of the hall, and the petite and childish figure of the little girl emerged from it.

At this moment, she was not at all like her usual cold and serious self. In her left hand, she was holding a large basket of dim sum. Different dim sum were separated by oil paper. The bamboo basket, which was more than a foot wide, was filled to the brim. Although the oil paper on the top was tied tightly with a leather rope, it was still about to bulge out.

Her right hand was even busier, carrying a large box filled with stacked sugar water. The porcelain bowls and plates were maintaining a delicate balance, and if she was not careful they would all be smashed to pieces.

In addition, she was holding a big bag of steaming meat buns in her cherry mouth. The steam rising from the cloth bag stuck her black and white hair to the little girl's plump and white face.

The storage space in the sleeve bag was too cold, and she didn't want the food to freeze into ice cubes, so she had to carry it by hand. Although she looked a little embarrassed, An Xiaoyu was extremely relieved and happy when she thought of her friend who had just recovered from an injury and was enjoying a feast.

With so much food, I'm not afraid that the Demon Cult leader's lover will steal some...

The little girl's big wine-red eyes were filled with smiles.

What should I say when I meet her? I must not put on a stern face anymore. Even if I leave Yi Niaoniao with a cold face, she still wants to chat with her friends like before, talking about the past experiences and people she has met over the years.

An Xiaoyu began to think about the topic of conversation. She wondered what interesting story she should tell so that she and Yi Niaoniao would not be bored when they were together. But soon, a quick and anxious shout interrupted her thoughts:

"An Xiaoyu!"

The tone sounded somewhat familiar. Where had An Xiaoyu heard such words before? Every time she heard them, she would tremble with nervousness and start to reflect on whether she had done anything bad.

But she soon realized what was happening. She couldn't help but feel a little strange. She didn't understand why she was afraid of the demon leader's voice, and she was even more annoyed by her own cowardice. She quickened her pace, wanting to ask him why he called her name so rudely.

Not long after entering the hall, An Xiaoyu suddenly felt a little uneasy, as if she was about to lose someone important.

In the entire Yaoguang Sect, there is only one person who can make her so worried.

No way...the little girl's heart stopped for a beat.

The next moment, she flashed into the front hall.

"Niaoniao!" The cloth bag fell from An Xiaoyu's mouth, and the steaming white bread rolled all over the ground.

The girl, who should have been curled up comfortably in the warm quilt, with her big eyes looking out the door waiting for her to bring her some sweet snacks, was now wearing only her undergarments, lying in Li Yulo's arms with a pale face, her eyes closed weakly, blood still flowing from her lips, flowing across the round curve of her chest and staining the originally white undergarments red.

Everything was fine when I left, why did it become like this now?

The little girl didn't care about the other people in the front hall. She knelt beside Yi Niaoniao and pressed her trembling hands on the girl's gradually cooling heart. Her innate immortal energy poured into Yi Niaoniao's body like water, wrapping around her heart veins that were on the verge of breaking.

Perhaps it was the spiritual energy absorbed before that healed most of the gaps in her heart meridian. With An Xiaoyu's selfless supply of immortal energy, Yi Niao's heart meridian did not continue to break.

However, it was unable to continue healing.

Her heart was like a piece of rotten wood tied with ropes. Once it lost the support of immortal energy, it would crumble into ashes at any time.

Feeling the weak but gradually steady heartbeat, listening to the painfully weak breathing, An Xiaoyu could no longer hold back her tears, and hugged the girl and burst into tears: "Niao Niao... wuwu... I will never make you sad again... I have never been angry with you... We want to be lifelong... wuwu... good friends for life..."

Tears kept falling from the little girl's plump face, spreading on her blood-red undergarments, like white roses blooming in a sea of ​​blood.

Or maybe she heard the little girl's words, the girl's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes. Although her eyes were dim, you could still see her surprise and happiness.

It turns out Xiaoyu cares about her so much... It turns out they have always been good friends...

The girl's amber eyes turned with difficulty, searching for something around her, and finally fell on a black figure.

On the leader's face, Yi Niaoniao finally saw what she expected.

Her thoughts have always been erratic, but that doesn't mean she is insensitive to other people's emotions. All of the leader's feelings for her, every change and turn of events, were clearly conveyed to Yi Niaoniao's heart.

Friendship, and love, what she thought she had lost, now have been restored. Perhaps it was fate, the experience that happened to her was exactly the opposite of the silver-haired woman a few feet away. Yi Niaoniao closed her eyes again, even though her body was still very weak and the trauma of her heart would accompany her for the rest of her life, but she still felt that she was the happiest person in the world.

Chapter 166: Congratulations to Little Fish

“Ouch… cough cough…”

After accepting the immortal energy that An Xiaoyu transferred to her at all costs, Yi Niao Niao suddenly started coughing violently and spit out large clumps of blood.

Everyone present could see that it was the blood clots in Yi Niao Niao's veins, but no matter what, they couldn't help but feel pity for her fragile and sad appearance.

The girl coughed out her lungs in a shrill voice, and it took a long time for her to stop. She lowered her eyes and looked at the floor tiles with her hair hanging down, and wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, which was so white that blue veins could be seen.

After spitting out the blood clots that had accumulated in her veins, a hint of color finally appeared on Yi Niao's face again.

Her heart meridians were calmed by the immortal energy. As long as An Xiaoyu didn't leave her side, she should be fine in the short term.

"Niao Niao, let me carry you back."

The little girl's cheeks turned red from crying, her nose twitched, and she tried hard to hold back her tears. "Come...Niaoniao, get on my back." She squatted down in front of Niaoniao very meekly, with her little hands resting behind her back, like a child playing a game of carrying each other on your back.

Although An Xiaoyu's body has not fully grown yet and she is just a child of twelve or thirteen years old, Yi Niaoniao is also a petite girl. With her spiritual power, she will not feel embarrassed to carry her on her back.

"Xiao Yu..."

The girl stared blankly at the servile appearance of the little girl, and for a moment she failed to recognize that this was her friend of many years.

In Yi Niao's impression, An Xiaoyu seldom comforted others. At most, he would offer a few dry words of consolation when she was particularly sad. But today, this guy not only threw himself on her and cried loudly without any image, but now he squatted down obediently, ready to condescend to carry her back to the bedroom. The movements of his little hands and feet were clumsy and childish.

"Thank you Xiaoyu..."

Yi Niao Niao spoke softly, her bloodstained lips curved into a faint smile, she was particularly happy about the changes in her friend.

But... she did not lie on the little girl's back. Instead, she raised her amber eyes weakly and pitifully, looked at the white-haired boy with the weak and aggrieved eyes of a puppy, and opened her slender arms, "Niao Niao... I want my master to carry me..."

An Xiaoyu, who was squatting in front of the girl, twisted his leg and almost fell down.

This guy who forgets his friends for the sake of beauty...

An Xiaoyu said nothing and stood up silently.

That’s right, Niao Niao has someone she likes... She is no longer the lonely little girl in the middle of the night, and she no longer needs to think about her from a distance of thousands of miles.

From now on, that guy can lie softly in the arms of the cult leader, feel the heartbeat and body temperature of his sweetheart, and speak the shy whispers between master and pet.

Although such a strange relationship between owner and pet was a little incomprehensible to the pure-hearted An Xiaoyu, the little girl could see that her good friend was not forced, but truly gained happiness and joy from this relationship.

At least... she had never seen such a happy and satisfied smile on Niao Niao's face.

In the reflection of the little girl's wine-red eyes, the pale and shaky girl stood hopefully beside the leader, as if whispering something in his ear, and then the dull amber eyes lit up.

The white-haired boy turned around and leaned down slightly. The girl hugged his neck a little stiffly. When his hands supported her legs, the girl's pale face inexplicably flushed.

"My clothes are a little dirty..."

Yi Niaoniao suddenly thought of something, and she freed one hand and nervously pulled at the red-stained undergarment, trying to fold up the blood-stained parts to prevent them from staining the leader's robe.