After the sect was destroyed, the whole continent relied on me to ascend

Chapter 12 Crazy
Luo Jiuqiu didn't know the mood of Sima Yong and the others at all. She only knew that her current mood was very subtle.

After witnessing everything Yun Fu did, she just felt that what she saw before her must be in a dream. Maybe she had never lived. Otherwise, why would the cold-hearted and dignified Nine-Slayer Sword Master suddenly accept her as his disciple?
Perhaps because he had just recovered his puppet incarnation and regained his memory, Yunfu's body was even colder, and his whole body was cold and smoking, making him no longer like a mortal.

At this moment, Yunfu was sitting by the cold pool, holding a jade cup and drinking tea slowly.

Luo Jiuqiu looked at him silently for a long time, the corners of his mouth slowly disappeared like a painted smile, and the carelessness in his eyes was replaced by deep darkness.

Luo Jiuqiu held the dagger made of black mist and compared it with the back of Yun Fu's head, thinking about how to insert it more perfectly, but he didn't want to lazily raise his eyes and meet a pair of cold eyes in the cold pool.

Yunfu looked quietly at Luo Jiuqiu and the dagger in her hand.

Luo Jiuqiu smiled slightly, took back the dagger and shaved his fingernails, turned his long and beautiful fingers, and asked Yunfu: "Master, do you want to cut off your hair? I think your short hair looks better. I promise to cut off your hair and not your head." "

Yunfu didn't respond for a long time. Luo Jiuqiu turned around to leave, but heard the other party finally speak, saying: "There's no need to cut your hair. Why don't you help me wash my hair?"

Luo Jiuqiu paused and bared his teeth. He felt that Yunfu was really sick and was too lazy to respond. He continued to turn around, but was caught by an arm.

Yunfu's well-jointed fingers exerted force, causing the person to stagger.

Luo Jiuqiu didn't notice and fell into the cold embrace.

The cold air wrapped in light smoke enveloped Luo Jiuqiu's body.

Luo Jiuqiu's heart had been aching ever since he saw the clouds rising, and the cold air aroused him. The pain was so severe that his heart almost stopped.

Yunfu looked at Luo Jiuqiu from top to bottom, then held the other person's wrist tightly and slowly lay down with him.

The sword master's three thousand hair fell down, the cold pool was filled with smoke and icy debris, and the cold water flowed through the black hair.

The cold and aloof Sword Master remained expressionless, but he seemed to have fallen into the mortal world and was within reach.

Yunfu was not afraid of frostbite on his head. He rested his head on the cold pool, lay on his back on the water, and said slowly: "Wash."

Luo Jiuqiu blinked, put away his slightly startled expression, took a deep breath, wanted to curse, but found that he was banned, wanted to kill, but found that he couldn't lift his arms.

Luo Jiuqiu's eyes were murderous, silently taunting: "Are you sick? Don't let me move, why don't you wash your ass?"

Yunfu looked at Luo Jiuqiu and said seriously: "Don't curse."

Luo Jiuqiu: "..."

After a while, Yunfu finally let go of Luo Jiuqiu's hand.

Luo Jiuqiu put one hand on the ground, stood up, glared condescendingly at the shameless Nine-Slay Sword Master, then kept smiling, slowly picked up a handful of water, and splashed it on his face.

Luo Jiuqiu laughed and found that he could speak again. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "How are you doing? Do you still want to wash your hair?"

A simple little magic trick can solve something, but if you have to wait for it, it will definitely be a serious illness.

A drop of crystal clear water passed through the corner of Yunfu's eyes, which looked like jade carved from ice, and Yunfu raised his finger.

Luo Jiuqiu, who was still proud just now, instantly knelt down on one knee, his upper body slightly bent, and his whole body uncontrollably moved closer to a shameless person, with his face almost touching the face of the ice cube beneath him.

Yunfu said: "Stop it and continue."

Luo Jiuqiu gritted his teeth: "Yunfu, are you awake? Are you afraid that I will break your neck?"

Yunfu asked calmly: "Wipe it, or do you want to use your mouth?" Luo Jiuqiu felt a chill.

He bared his teeth and stood in a stalemate for a long time, seeing the tip of his nose touching the tip of his nose. As long as Yunfu turned sideways, Luo Jiuqiu would fall face down.

"Ah."

Luo Jiuqiu snorted, blinked, and roughly wiped the Sword Master's ice face clean with his sleeve, as if wiping the floor. Then he smiled slightly, patted the opponent's face frivolously with the back of his hand, and then took the other person's face after patting it. He rubbed his head, kissed it with his mouth, and said with nostalgia: "I really like your face, it's cold and perfect, I like it like this."

Like an exquisite and perfect doll toy.

There is nothing wrong with washing the hair and wiping the face of the dolls.

"I'm willing to wipe your face and wash your hair every day. As long as you are willing to be my toy."

After that, Luo Jiuqiu didn't care about Yunfu's expression. He stood up a little and washed the man's hair slowly and gently.

While Luo Jiuqiu was washing her hair with water, she asked casually: "Jian Zun, do you still remember that I secretly shaved off your hair to make a bracelet? People say that a couple's hair makes a couple, and they are in love. I firmly believe it. No doubt, but it’s a pity that you don’t want to be my husband. When I cut your hair, you wanted to live and die, and almost cut me into pieces. Why do you let me touch your hair now? "

Yunfu's face was expressionless, his eyes were indifferent, and his tone was calm: "I don't remember, my memory is intermittent. I only know a rough idea of ​​who you are."

"Oh. Then what do you know about it?" Luo Jiuqiu asked with raised eyebrows.

Yunfu said: "Maybe I really killed you and threw your body away."

"Haha, that's a good point." Luo Jiuqiu lowered his head and chuckled, his hands still moving, gently watering the water, and gently brushing the man's cold hair.

Luo Jiuqiu suddenly approached Yunfu's ear and asked softly: "You really don't remember who I am? You don't really think that I am your flesh and blood, do you?"

Yun Fu grabbed Luo Jiuqiu's right hand, and on the slender white fingertips, a sharp blade made of black mist shone slightly.

Yunfu crushed the sharp blade, then pulled away the transparent silk thread wrapped around the tip of Luo Jiuqiu's index finger, and said lightly: "If I eat your flesh and blood, then you will naturally become my flesh and blood."

Luo Jiuqiu laughed loudly, and said through gritted teeth, "Could it be that the Nine-Slay Sword Lord has practiced demonic skills and has become bloodthirsty? But didn't you say, blood is dirty?"

Yunfu suddenly turned over and pressed on Luo Jiuqiu. He leaned over and bit the fair and slender neck, sucking a mouthful of blood.

Yun Fu pressed the blood vessels that seemed to be beating under his lips and said slowly: "I probably like your blood."

As he spoke, Yun Fubing's cold lips moved, and he opened his mouth to bite a piece of Luo Jiuqiu's flesh, as if he wanted to taste Luo Jiuqiu's meat.

In this way, it is not far away from becoming his flesh and blood as Yun Fu said.

"boom."

Luo Jiuqiu kicked Yunfu away who suddenly went crazy.

Yunfu was unprepared and fell straight onto the ground, just at the feet of Chu Zhiyi who was unwilling to run back to Sanqing Hall to fight against the evil forces.

Yun Fu lay expressionless on the ground and glanced at Chu Zhiyi with a shocked face from bottom to top.

Chu Zhiyi stared at his ancestor lying on the ground in stunned silence. His face was almost rotten with shock. He covered his face with his hands and fell to the ground, never getting up again.

He felt he was dead.

(End of this chapter)