Jiujiu had done something to the Fat Gu. It wouldn't make Sang Ye fat immediately. It would only suck Sang Ye's inner strength little by little.
Of course, Sang Ye's newly cultivated magic power would disappear along with her inner strength. Once her inner strength and magic power disappeared, Sang Ye would become fat and ugly like the women in the past.
This world was a martial arts world. Except for Jiujiu, one foreign soul was enough. If there was another one, it would cause the world to collapse. As for Sang Ye's mana, it did not belong to this world. It would only accelerate the collapse of the world. For the sake of this world, Jiujiu naturally had to get rid of Sang Ye's mana first.
Because Sang Ye was in a frenzy with the man in the room, he didn't feel anything when the Fat Gu entered his body.
Kicking the man who had been sucked dry by him to the side, Sang Ye put on his clothes, picked up his long sword and saluted before turning around to go down the mountain.
Because she was going to kill Jiujiu this time, Sang Ye didn't inform anyone and didn't bring anyone along. She was afraid that someone would discover that her magic was different from the one she was using now.
Jiujiu followed Sang Ye down the mountain.
After Sang Ye went down the mountain, she didn't know where to find Jiujiu, so she walked around aimlessly. She was really the kind of person who lived wherever she went. However, the difference was that Sang Ye would use magic to seduce handsome men whenever she saw them.
As for the man who was seduced by Sang Ye, it was as if he had lost his soul. He followed Sang Ye and did whatever she wanted. The author's shameful deeds were sucked dry by Sang Ye the next day, but no one knew what happened.
And every time she finished making the mulberry leaves, she would recover some of the magic power sucked away by the Gu worms.
Jiujiu was also anxious.
Yan Xiu was simply like a cheating device. Clearly, the Gu worm was working very hard, but it still couldn't kill her in one go. If this continued, when would Sang Ye die?
Jiujiu really regretted not throwing in a few more Gu worms.
However, regret medicine was the hardest to buy in the world. Even if Jiujiu regretted, it was useless.
Because Sang Ye was using his mana, Jiujiu couldn't use her mana. Even Little White and Steamed Bun couldn't come out. She was fighting the shameless Sang Ye single-handedly.
Jiujiu was so sad that she could die.
If he had known earlier, he would have killed Sang Yecai when she ran back so that she wouldn't have harmed so many people.
Jiujiu was extremely depressed and sad. Even if there was delicious food in front of her, there was no way to save her.
Just as Jiujiu was thinking about how to get Sang Ye to give up on harvesting her energy, Sang Ye found another target.
The target this time was different from the past. The target this time was a monk.
Furthermore, he was an extremely handsome monk with a halo around him. Just by looking at him, you would feel like you were being illuminated by Buddha's light. This man was a natural monk.
Demonesses always had some messy plots. For example, they liked monks.
The moment she saw the monk, Sang Ye, who originally thought Mo Yu was already very handsome, felt that compared to this monk, Mo Yu was simply trash.
Such a handsome and compassionate monk should be her.
Sang Ye was someone who liked beautiful things the most. Of course, beautiful women were an exception. Thus, at first glance, Sang Ye felt that this monk was different from the men in the past.
Those men liked her because of her beautiful appearance and her bone-chilling taste. But this monk was different.
His eyes were compassionate. He looked at everyone with the same gaze. It was as if in his eyes, whether it was a man or a woman, whether it was an old man or a child, they were all the same. He didn't care about their appearance and looked directly at their innermost being. In his eyes, whether it was a person, an animal, or even a plant, they were all the same.
The principle of equality of all living beings was displayed to the fullest. He was a natural-born monk.
Jiujiu was also stunned when she saw the monk.
Wasn't this Ain?
Although it was only a soul fragment, the familiar fluctuations couldn't be wrong.
Sensing Sang Ye's possessive gaze, Jiujiu only felt that she should step forward. Otherwise, her husband's moral integrity would be lost.
Sang Ye would naturally seduce whoever she liked. She first used the Spirit Assimilation Technique to look at the monk's eyes.
But what surprised Sang Ye was that even though she made a move, the monk didn't seem to feel the charm from Sang Ye. His eyes were as calm as an ancient well. He only glanced at Sang Ye lightly. Then, he put his palms together and silently chanted the name of Buddha. Nothing else happened.
The moment her Spirit Assimilation Technique failed, Sang Ye was stunned. However, her impression of the monk became even better. A man who could resist temptation like this should be hers.
Sangye swayed her hips and walked in front of the monk. Her voice was no longer as delicate as before. Instead, she was like a woman who had experienced thousands of sails and rivers. Her eyes were full of flirtatious feelings as she said in a sweet voice, "Hello, Great Master."
"Amitabha." The monk put his palms together and lowered his eyes. "This little monk pays his respects to the female benefactor."
Sang Ye chuckled and secretly scolded him for being a fool.
She had been out for so long. It wasn't like she hadn't played with monks before. In the beginning, those monks were all reserved and said that they were monks. But when they were with her, they were even hungrier than wolves. The monks were still reserved. In Sang Ye's eyes, they were just decorations.
The corner of Sang Ye's mouth curled up. She stretched out her slender hand and gently brushed it across the monk's shoulder. Her voice was very soft but had a fatal temptation. "This little girl has something to ask the master. I hope the master can give me a few pointers."
The monk opened his eyes. His eyes were as clear as a clear spring. He looked at Sang Ye with a gaze that was like a flower on the roadside. There was no love or hatred. "Benefactor, please speak your mind."
Sang Ye said, "This little girl is sick. Every night, my chest feels stuffy and my heart is burning with pain. I wonder if the master can treat this little girl tonight."
"I think you're not stuffy. You're horny."
Accompanied by the crisp sound of the bell, Jiujiu walked into the inn with small and reserved steps. Her eyes swept across the monk before looking at Sang Ye and saying, "Oh, long time no see. Miss Sang Ye, how have you been?"
Although she was greeting her, Jiujiu's eyes were filled with clear ridicule.
She had searched for Jiujiu thousands of times in the crowd, but when she turned around, she was still by her side. If the monk wasn't in front of her, Sang Ye would definitely kill Jiujiu immediately. But now, she had to put on an act for the sake of her image.
Sure enough, it wasn't good to put on an act for too long. She was obviously bursting with anger but she still had to pretend that she was fine and not angry.
Jiujiu sat in front of the monk and poured a cup of tea. She savored the tea while looking at the monk and asked, "What's your name?"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
