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Chapter 202: The Three Obstacles of the Demon Woman’s Cultivation (3)

Feng Zhi pointed at Song Yuesheng in shock: "You..."

"Why are you so surprised? Have you never seen a weapon that recognizes its master?" Song Yuesheng couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips as she looked at him.

Seeing Feng Zhi trying to turn around and escape, Song Yuesheng flashed over and grabbed his sleeve.

With a thought in her mind, she brought Feng Zhi back to the place where they were just now.

"Under the umbrella, nothing will get hurt."

There was a hint of teasing in Song Yuesheng's voice. She looked at Feng Zhi with a smile and said, "As long as you tell me the whereabouts of the soul-guiding candle, I will take you away immediately. Otherwise, you will have to stay here."

Feng Zhi's eyes were filled with anger and confusion.

He stared at Song Yuesheng in frustration, as if he wanted to pierce through her with his eyes: "You...didn't you just say that you would take me away as long as I could make you happy? Why did you change your mind again?"

"Haven't you ever heard of a girl's face changing so suddenly?" Song Yuesheng had a sly smile between her eyebrows. She deliberately moved closer to his face and teased, "Feng Zhi, you want to coax me so much."

The umbrella is very small.

Feng Zhi didn't want to be hurt by Gao Yuan's magic power again, so he didn't move.

The laughing voice fell into his ears, interweaving with the face that was getting closer and closer. Feng Zhi suddenly felt a strange feeling rising from his back, as if an invisible hand was stroking his spine.

His heart trembled violently.

It's okay, it's okay.

He has the Youlan jade pendant, and the little witch's charm has no effect on him.

Song Yuesheng glanced at the cat ears that suddenly appeared on Feng Zhi, feeling confused.

Although the timing is wrong, isn’t Feng Zhi’s touching of Song Zhiyan the beginning of his liking for the heroine?

How come he would show his cat ears when facing her teasing?

Besides, she didn't touch his ears.

Song Yuesheng took a step back and his voice returned to normal: "Okay, if you don't tell me where the soul-guiding candle is hidden, I will throw you off the foot of the mountain. I'll count to three."

"one."

"two."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zhi hugged her left arm without hesitation.

"I noticed that, little witch. As long as I catch you, I can go wherever you can go."

As he spoke, the cat ears on his head moved.

Song Yuesheng was not afraid of the cold and was wearing thin clothes. When the cat ears brushed her shoulder, she wanted to reach out and pinch them.

She sighed and kindly reminded: "I said..."

Before she finished, Feng Zhi hugged her tighter and snorted, "What are you talking about! Little demon girl, if you don't want to take me away, then be cruel and cut off your own arm. After all, you are a demon, so losing an arm is not a big deal."

In the current situation, it is definitely impossible to ask.

Song Yuesheng teleported back to Yuhuchun.

"That's right. Little demon girl, we are all demons, we shouldn't fight among ourselves." Feng Zhi let go of Song Yuesheng's arm and picked up the wine jug that fell to the ground. "My wine is pitiful. I didn't even take a sip and it all spilled."

He stretched out his hand to Song Yuesheng, his cat ears moving again and again: "Little witch, this wine costs five taels of silver. Do you plan to give it to me directly, or give it to Uncle Wang when you leave?"

Song Yuesheng turned around and was about to leave, but couldn't help but turned back and asked him out of curiosity: "Did you really not notice that your ears were exposed?"

Feng Zhi:!

The cat's ears stood up sharply.

Feng Zhi glared angrily: "You, you, you, what kind of magic did you use again, little witch!"

Song Yuesheng thought he was too annoying, so he used magic to move a candy over, then walked up to Feng Zhi, covered his mouth with the hand containing the candy, and fed the candy into his mouth.

"Ahem, what did you feed me?"

A trace of panic flashed in Feng Zhi's eyes. He quickly took a few steps back, patted his chest with his hands, trying to spit out what he had just swallowed.

"Catnip."

"say clearly."

There was a hint of annoyance in Feng Zhi's voice.

"Nepeta candy." Song Yuesheng spoke again, her voice calm and clear, "Feng Zhi, I will come to find you again in the future. When you tell me the whereabouts of the soul-guiding candle, I will stop looking for you."

Catnip cannot hypnotize cats, otherwise, she would definitely ask Feng Zhi directly about the whereabouts of the Soul-Guiding Candle.

"Little witch!"

Feng Zhi was angry, but Jing Jie made everything he said sound strangely excited.

He was careless.

Song Yuesheng didn't say anything. He glanced at Feng Zhi who was rolling on the ground. When he left, he cast a small spell on the room to prevent anyone from suddenly breaking in within fifteen minutes and seeing him like this.

"Miss Sheng, are you leaving now?"

Uncle Wang was surprised that Song Yuesheng only stayed for an hour and a half.

Song Yuesheng said seriously, "Feng Zhi got drunk and occupied the bed, so I had to leave. Uncle Wang, you'd better go find him in a quarter of an hour."

"Thank you Miss Sheng for the reminder." Uncle Wang nodded at her respectfully.

Even if Miss Sheng said so, he would not step into that room.

Haunted...creepy.

**

After leaving Yuhuchun, Song Yuesheng saw that the wind and snow outside were a little lighter than before.

People were coming out of the shops along the street one after another.

Either playing or talking.

Song Yuesheng was infected by the atmosphere and transformed the Qingai Umbrella into a bracelet and wore it on his wrist.

She decided to walk for a while first, then teleport to the western suburbs to absorb spiritual energy for cultivation.

As long as the wind is in Huzhou, the soul-guiding candle cannot escape.

The remaining two...

The Heavenly Net Hook is in the Netherworld of the Ghost Clan, and the Spiritual Heart Drum is in the Nine Heavens of the God Clan.

By practicing Taoism, one can reach the ninth heaven.

In this world, except for the monsters whose souls have been scattered, the life and death of other monsters are under the control of the gods.

How is she going to get to the Netherworld?

and many more.

The plot says that three hundred years later, the demon clan launched a massive attack on the Ninth Heaven. If there is no road, how can the demons go to heaven?

Since there is a way to the Ninth Heaven, there is also a way to the Underworld.

What water...

Something flashed through Song Yuesheng's mind.

She immediately stopped and tapped her head.

At this moment, an umbrella and a gentle voice fell together.

"It's snowing and you don't hold an umbrella, and you're wearing so little. Even knowing magic doesn't make you immune to all diseases. Shengsheng, did you get a headache from blowing the flute?"

Song Yuesheng suddenly looked up: "Jun Yu?"

"Who do you think Shengsheng is? The immortals in heaven?" Jun Yu smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. "The immortals are so ruthless, they look at humans like ants. They don't care whether people hold umbrellas in the snow."

Song Yuesheng held back his laughter and nodded in agreement.

He even cursed himself.

Great.

I wonder if he will feel particularly regretful when he looks back at this sentence after he has gone through the tribulation and returned to the Ninth Heaven.

"Since you know this, why do you still want to practice Taoism?" Jun Yu didn't understand.

Song Yuesheng suddenly bit the tip of his tongue.

I was almost tricked by Jun Yu.

She looked at him: "I have already made it clear to you that day. You have made up your mind to cultivate immortality. And you have already left, why are you still looking for me?"

Jun Yu took out an ebony hairpin from his arms.

The carving is exquisite, and the bright red beans on it are eye-catching.

Jun Yu stared at the hairpin in his hand, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He spoke softly, his voice low and gentle: "It is too difficult to cultivate immortality. Few people in the world can succeed. Shengsheng, I am not leaving, but I want to give you the hairpin. It's just..."

Jun Yu paused for a moment, his voice low and with a hint of trepidation.

"It's my first time giving a hairpin to someone I like, so I'm a little nervous. I can't make it right no matter what I do. Shengsheng, I'm not avoiding you on purpose."

...So this is why Jun Yu turned and left when he saw her from afar?

Song Yuesheng lowered his head and saw that there were several tiny scars on each of his five fingers, and there were even one or two scars that had not yet scabbed over, revealing bloody cuts.

She felt a sour taste in her mouth.

She was just here to carry out a mission, and to her, he was no different from an NPC in a real-life game.

But he...

"I'm fine, just some minor cuts, it doesn't hurt."

Seeing that she was staring at the scar on his finger, Jun Yu wanted to withdraw his hand quietly, but he did not expect that she would hold his wrist tightly.

"Isn't it stupid? I..."

Song Yuesheng caught a glimpse of a hint of black near the nails of his thumb and index finger, paused, and a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.

Then, she directly covered Jun Yu's palm and used her spiritual power to heal his wounds.

Song Yuesheng concealed the expression in his eyes, moved his hand away, and continued: "I'm not okay at all."

If you look closely, the black spot disappears.

Jun Yu put the hairpin on his other hand, then showed her his right hand.

"As long as I know you're fine. Look, doesn't Shengsheng know the spell to heal people? Even my master doesn't know this spell."

"If, if Shengsheng, you haven't made up your mind yet, we can start as friends. Maybe, with time, you will fall in love and give up the idea of ​​cultivating immortality."

Jun Yu took a step back.

"Who told you that a relationship can start from friendship?" Song Yuesheng had a flash of doubt in his mind. This advanced concept should not appear in this world.

"Miss Song. Shengsheng, don't worry. The person she is talking about is Feng Zhi. I was just a spectator. Xiaodie was also there. Many people were there at the horse race that day." Jun Yu explained hurriedly, and suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Shengsheng, are you jealous?"

He smiled and approached her, inserting the hairpin into her bun.

Song Yuesheng pulled the corner of his mouth and slapped his forehead speechlessly.

Another possibility arises: the heroine travels through time.

Is the Sparrow Spirit sure he didn't scare her?

Is this really a world for beginners?

At this moment, Jun Yu pulled her into his arms and said, "I won't say anything. Shengsheng, can you please not leave without saying a word in the future? Even close friends will worry about each other."

He seemed to have misunderstood, but after he had said so much, she would be heartless and ungrateful if she said no again.

Song Yuesheng sighed in his heart, patted his shoulder soothingly, and said, "Okay."

"Then come back with me... to Jun Mansion. Xiaodie's leg injury is almost healed. You haven't visited her for so many days and took the fat cat away. She must be resentful."

Jun Yu spoke softly, his eyes staring coldly at the bookstore on the corner of the street in the distance.

He won't give anyone a chance.