After another storm, the shackles on his body finally disappeared. Yu Man opened his eyes and found that he was still lying on the disgusting big bed, and even death became a luxury.

"Don't rush to die. Today is a great day for your Ji Nuan to become a monster. Don't you want to see it?"

Jiang Yu leisurely tidied up his clothes, and in his words, he did not forget to take care of the broken hair on his forehead in front of the bronze mirror, with a satisfied wicked smile on his face.

Yu Man was like a dead corpse, and there was no sign of moving at all. Even her naked body was exposed. If those eyes were not opened, she would have thought she was dead.

But how could Jiang Yu have any pity for these things? When he stepped closer, he wrapped Yu Man with the white silk quilt on the bed, then twisted her out of Youranju and threw it into the lotus pond without hesitation.

The violent plop sound caused a burst of ripples, which scared the fish around him to flee wildly, and two or three blooming lotus flowers were also ruthlessly crushed.

"I don't like sloppy women. Remember to wash them clean and come to see you when I handle Ji Nuan's business! Haha..."

Jiang Yu's voice was like a ghost, eroding Yu Man's last trace of self-esteem.

The water in the fish pond is very shallow, roughly reaching the knees of a person, but if someone is determined to die, this little water is enough.

Her heart was filled with grievances and storm, but she still didn't move, as if she thought it was good to die like this.

But when I think of Ji Nuan, I feel very unwilling and always think that it would be good to see her again!

Yu Man suddenly struggled violently and stood up. At this time, she was extremely embarrassed. Her torn clothes could no longer cover her graceful body. Her messy long hair was wet on her face. Water drops dripped down her cheeks, and when she dripped to the lotus pond, it made a crisp tick sound.

The lotus around him seemed to be showing their holiness, more like a arrogant contempt for himself. Yu Man was so angry that he pulled them out one by one, and then violently threw them away, as if he would not be so unbearable.

But she forgot that this is the world in the painting!

No matter how hard she tried, the lotus suddenly rushed out of the water, continuing to show their nobility and holiness.

Perhaps she was too tired, she finally stopped moving and looked down at the hideous and disgusting scars on her body. The strong shame made her crazy again, and she began to pinch the scars and ravage them desperately.

Her fair and smooth jade skin was already covered in blood. She had cried enough and was crazy enough. After all, she took a step out of the fish pond.

When I looked back, the fish pond was the same as before, and the lotus flowers were still as holy as before. The fish continued to swim in the water, and even the lotus flowers they pulled disappeared.

…………

The heavy rain wasted all night, and the sky finally cleared up. The bright sunshine spread to every inch of the earth, illuminating the darkness under the trees.

No matter how heavy the rain is, there will be a moment of stopping. The sun may be late, but it will never be lost!

But if the ray of sunshine in my heart is lost, where should I go to find it?

“Season warm, season warm,”

A vaguely sad and unwilling voice of Yang Xiu came into his ears. Ji Nuan hurriedly turned around and found that he was covering his bloody chest and reached out to summon him.

"Yang Xiu, is it you?"

Ji Nuan called to run closer, but found that the other party stretched out his hand and kept moving back, as if he was forced to drag something, but he couldn't see anything else.

Yang Xiu's face was full of grief and reluctance: "Ji Nuan, I'm unwilling to accept it. I killed Meng Yan and killed her to avenge me!"

"Ji Nuan, save me, save me!"

Suddenly, Yu Man's voice sounded again behind him

Yin, when he looked back, Yu Man was covered in hair, his white clothes had already been dyed red by blood, and his eyes were filled with countless sadness and despair.

"What's wrong with you Yuman?"

Ji Nuan stepped forward, Yu Man's voice gradually faded away, and his erratic figure suddenly disappeared. When he turned around, Yang Xiu disappeared.

"Yu Man, Yang Xiu, no, no, no, ah..."

Ji Nuan suddenly opened her eyes and found that Song Wangchen had been wiping the cold sweat between her forehead, but her other hand was tightly holding her right hand.

Only then did she realize that everything was just a nightmare, but why was that dream so real? She was almost breathless because she was oppressed.

"Madam, don't be afraid, I'm here!" Song Wangchen softly comforted her and held her hand tightened again.

Seeing the other party's worried look on his face, he felt very reluctant, so he smiled far-fetchedly: "Wangchen, I just had a dream, don't worry!"

While helping her get up, Song Wangchen said, "Well, I made lotus seeds and thighs soup. Try it. I think you must have not had a good meal these days when I was not here, and you have lost weight!"

Ji Nuan then smiled: "Okay!"

The moment Song Wangchen got up and took the twig soup, a pleasant flute sound suddenly rang out, and then Ji Nuan felt the blood around her body flowing rapidly. As the flute sound got closer, there was a moment of blankness in her brain, and a bloodthirsty desire followed.

When I remembered what Meng Yan said about becoming a demon, I became even more panicked.

No! I can't become a monster in front of Wangchen.

Seeing that Song Wangchen had already come over, Ji Nuan took the thigh fungus soup from his hand calmly, and then said, "Wangchen, my gun was stolen by Meng Yan, and the sword was also in the cell. Can you help me get it back?"

The bloodthirsty desire in my body became stronger. Although I tried my best to suppress it, I was still very uncomfortable. My hands holding the porcelain bowl could no longer stop trembling, and my face, which was originally bloodless, became even pale.

Song Wangchen noticed her strangeness and said anxiously: "Madam, are you okay?"

Ji Nuan shook her head desperately, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and her bloodthirsty desire gradually weakened.

But she knew that this must be temporary, and she had to leave immediately and must not let Wangchen see the clues.

"I'm fine, Wangchen, I beg you. That gun is my father's relic. Can you help me get it back? Please!"

How could Song Wangchen leave at this time? But when Ji Nuan choked and asked for help, she felt extremely uncomfortable. She couldn't say anything she refused, so she could only turn her head silently.

Ji Nuan kept begging: "Wangchen, please! Help me, please!"

The extremely soft voice mixed with deep expectations, Song Wangchen could no longer hold on and finally nodded: "You drink the Tremella soup, and I'll go!"

"Okay", Ji Nuan immediately smiled, almost swallowing a bowl of Tremella soup, and then continued to urge: "Wangchen, I'm finished drinking, can I help me get my gun back? Please!"

In less than half an incense stick, Ji Nuan had already begged Song Wangchen several times. Even if he had any doubts, he could not refuse: "Okay, you have a good rest. When I get your things back, I will take you out of here."

Ji Nuan nodded and smiled, and lay down obediently.

Song Wangchen thoughtfully covered her with a quilt. Seeing that she had closed her eyes peacefully, she turned around and reluctantly left the bamboo house.

Before leaving, he set up a barrier himself and then rode his brown horse away.

As the sound of horse hooves faded away, the flute sounded again. Ji Nuan opened her eyes suddenly, and her clear eyes had become scarlet and hideous. Her agile jade ears suddenly stretched, like a waterfall in an instant.

It turned into thousands of silver hair.

There were bursts of rapid footsteps around, and the sound was getting closer and closer, and Cheng Xiaorou's voice could be heard reaching his ears.

"Senior brother, junior sister, Xiaorou has something to say!"

Cheng Xiaorou and Zijian stood outside the barrier, watching the movements in the house with great enthusiasm.

At the beginning of Mao day today, the copper bell at the foot of Muxi Mountain suddenly and violently moved, so Cheng Xiaorou sent someone to pick up the person who came to ask for help.

The visitor was a yamen runner from the Li County Magistrate's Mansion. After he explained his intentions, he handed over to the Li County Magistrate's handwritten letter, which read:

Now a demon girl who killed someone like Ma appears in Qinzhou. I wanted to ask Sect Master Mo to come forward to get rid of him, but she didn't expect that she was a man from Muxi and had been taken away by Master Song. I was very helpless and asked Muxi for help.

No matter what the truth is, this matter will inevitably be undelayed.

After some discussion between the three masters, it was decided that Cheng Xiaorou and Zima would personally lead people to solve the problem, and Jiang Yu stayed in Muxi.

...

The sound of the flute became more and more intense, and the strong bloodthirsty desire gradually swallowed the mind, but when he thought of his senior sister and the others outside, Ji Nuan clenched his fists and tried hard to suppress it.

The long and pointed nails were embedded in her palms. The intense pain made her frown, but only in this way could she retain a trace of reason.

Another rushing sound of footsteps sounded, Cheng Xiaorou looked back in shock and found that in two different directions, two groups of people actually came in the same direction. One group was the disciples of the Tang clan of Xuancheng in golden clothes led by Tang Shihai, and the other group was the disciples of the Yu clan of Changyu in blue clothes led by Yu Yuanyang.

The sudden meeting also surprised both of them. When they saw Cheng Xiaorou and Muxi disciples were also far away, they walked over one after another.

Cheng Xiaorou instantly noticed the breath of conspiracy. It would take at least one and a half days to come from Xuancheng to Qinzhou, and Changyu took at least two or three days. At this time, the three major families gathered here, and some people deliberately calculated the time and planned everything.

It is unknown who this person is, but this person must have come for Song Wangchen, and maybe even for the entire Muxi.

But these are far from enough. A group of red figures have appeared in the distance. When I looked closely, I saw that they were disciples of the Mo family led by Mo An.

On the other side were Zhang's disciples led by Zhang Yuheng. Then, people from the immortal gates from all directions rushed to the scene.

These people were more or less confused. What kind of demon could make the people from hundreds of sects come out together, so they walked towards Cheng Xiaorou one after another.

Yu Yuanyang asked sternly: "Roumei Zun, what's going on?"

"Yes! What's going on?"

...

Everyone's inquiries made Cheng Xiaorou feel flustered and didn't know how to answer for a while. Even she herself didn't know what happened?

"ah……"

A silver light suddenly appeared in the bamboo house, accompanied by a shrill shout, a gust of demonic wind suddenly roared, and a huge hole was instantly washed open to the roof, and a monster with silver wings flapping rose into the air.

I saw her silver-haired fox ears and scarlet eyes scanning everyone hard. Her slender fingers had long sharp nails as sharp as blades, and the white and tender backs were covered with silver temples. As the wings were flaming, a silver fox tail kept swaying behind her.

Ji Nuan was still a little rational. Seeing that everyone stared at her in shock, she just wanted to escape, and the farther she ran, the better.

However, the barrier set by Song Wangchen was extremely solid, and no matter how hard she hit her, she could not rush out.

"Monster, monster, kill it!"
Chapter completed!