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Chapter 222: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord 41

After a brief headache, Shi Qing opened his eyes and found himself in a magnificent palace.

Judging from the interior furnishings, it is somewhat similar to the palace she was in at the Demon Lord's.

But just now, she clearly remembered that she had left, and then the Demon Lord caught up with her, fought with her, and she fainted.

She paused, lowering her brows in thought.

A pure white and transparent bamboo forest, and the strange fragrance of flowers...most likely something strange is going on.

Now it’s either a dream or an illusion.

After sorting out her thoughts, she was about to go out, just at this moment, she heard faint sounds of conversation outside the palace.

The sound is somewhat familiar.

She took the opportunity to hide behind a pillar, concealing her aura, and watched quietly.

"If you agree to me, you will have supreme power. No one in the world can be your opponent. Even if a god comes, he will have to run away with his tail between his legs..."

There was a hint of hoarseness in the sharp voice, as if it was squeezed out of a rusty thin tube by the wind.

"If it was at the beginning, I would have believed you a little, but now don't even think about it."

The man in luxurious clothes looked indifferent. He completely ignored his words and walked straight up the stairs into the hall.

"That's not what you said last time."

A ball of black gas was swirling around Jingrong. Even though one couldn't see his face, one could imagine his gnashing teeth.

"I can regret it if I want to. Who do you think you are? How dare you threaten me?"

A dark color flashed across his shocked eyes, and his tone was cold.

The black energy was stunned for a moment, and then sneered, threateningly saying, "You'd better not regret it."

After it finished speaking, it flew away.

"Come out." Jingrong glanced at the place where Shi Qing was hiding, and his tone was cold.

Shi Qing walked out openly and asked with a smile: "Master Demon Lord?"

Jingrong snorted coldly, looked at her smiling face, and suddenly his face became a little ferocious when he thought of something.

Shi Qing ignored his change, stood a few meters away, and asked, "What's going on?"

The black gas just now was obviously chaos, but it seemed a little weaker than the last time she saw it, and the energy was not as strong.

His surprised eyes moved around her for several times, and after a long while, he said quietly, "The Polygonatum flower has hallucinogenic effects. Its fragrance can easily make people fall into a coma and wander in one illusory fantasy after another."

Shi Qing nodded, "So, Lord Demon, do you know how to crack it?"

"Die." Jingrong uttered a word expressionlessly, his deep and obscure eyes fell on her, "As long as you die, you will naturally wake up."

"If that's the case, why don't you go out?"

He glanced at her in surprise without saying anything, and walked into the inner room.

When they met at this moment, there was no shouting for war. Shi Qing looked at him a few more times, hesitated for a moment, and followed.

Pushing aside the tinkling curtain, even more bizarre and strange things were displayed inside: spiritual weapons, yellow talismans, flags and sails...all kinds of things were piled up in disarray on the table and in the corners.

He looked straight ahead in shock and walked towards the drawer.

He squatted down and searched for a while, and took out a jade box. When he opened it, he saw a bone lying quietly inside.

Shi Qing curiously touched a mirror that he felt familiar with, and asked casually, "How many magical instruments has Lord Demon collected here?"

Jing Rongcong raised his head and came to her with the jade box. With a complicated look on his face, he squeezed it hard, and the thing instantly turned into powder and fell to the ground. The powder was still flying in the air, and some of it stuck to the sleeves of the two people.

The man's long and narrow eyelashes fluttered, a streak of darkness flashed across the depths of his eyes, and his thin lips curled up in a smile with an ambiguous meaning.

Shi Qing didn't understand and looked at him in confusion.

The next second, I felt dizzy and the scene changed instantly.

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"Master, wake up..."

When she opened her eyes, she saw Xing Xuan, dressed in casual clothes, shaking her with a concerned look in her eyes.

The pain in his head was unbearable. Shi Qing propped himself up and sat up, rubbing his temple with one hand while looking around. There were fir beams and a simple mahogany table.

"Where is this?" His voice was still hoarse.

Lu Xingxuan bent down and poured a cup of tea, then handed it to her. "This is the inn. The day before yesterday, Master got drunk and couldn't be woken up no matter how we called him. He slept for three days."

After drinking a cup of hot tea, the dull pain in his temples eased a little. Shi Qing thought for a moment and asked, "Inn? Drunk?"

If I remember correctly, the person who got drunk in the inn was Lin Zhou.

Lu Xingxuan naturally sat behind her and massaged her temples skillfully, "That wine makes you drunk for three days. Master lost consciousness after drinking it. Senior Brother Lin Zhou has been taking care of you these days."

"Senior Brother Lin Zhou?"

The eyes that were originally closed in enjoyment suddenly opened.

Lu Xingxuan showed no difference and said with a smile: "Yes, Senior Brother was very worried. He just left a quarter of an hour ago..."

Boom--boom--

A gentle knock on the door interrupted her words, and Lu Xingxuan jumped up excitedly, "It must be Senior Brother who is back, disciple will go open the door!"

The person who came was indeed Lin Zhou, who was dressed as a teenager. He stood at the door and said something to Lu Xingxuan. She nodded and left.

Lin Zhou closed the door and turned around, walking slowly towards the bed and sitting on a simple little stool. His dark eyes flashed with a hint of disgust.

Shi Qing couldn't help but look him up and down, his eyes moving slightly.

The two sat in silence for a long time before Lin Zhou couldn't help but break the silence first, "Master, do you have anything to say?"

The word "Master" was like a piece of maltose in his mouth, especially sticky to his teeth.

Shi Qing raised his eyes, a smile spread across his face, like a spring breeze blowing on a willow, "Just now I heard Xing Xuan call you Senior Brother, and I am very pleased."

"Lin Zhou" glanced at her indifferently and said "hmm".

Shi Qing stared at him quietly with her bright and sparkling eyes. The morning sun shone obliquely into them, and soft ripples floated in her cold pupils.

"Lin Zhou" couldn't stand the strange look and couldn't help but frown.

"I'm sorry." Shi Qing suddenly said seriously.

"What?" Lin Zhou looked confused.

The light fell on the woman's eyelids, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow, completely blocking the emotions in her eyes.

"I'm really sorry for making you worry about me."

She smiled, her eyes fixed on the unfinished cup of tea on the table, her voice a little soft, like a kite that could not be caught:

"The three-day drunk at this inn is too strong. A little bit of it will make you drunk forever."

"Lin Zhou" followed her gaze and suddenly suggested: "How about we drink again?"

Shi Qing smiled and said, "Okay."

He actually went downstairs and brought back two jars of Sanrizui, which were full of alcohol. He placed them neatly on the middle table, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Drink."

Shi Qing got out of bed and sat opposite him. He opened the bottle and was filled with the aroma of wine, which was spicy with a hint of sweetness.

He tilted it slightly and straightened it again, and the wine filled the bowl without a drop spilling.

Shi Qing signaled to Lin Zhou with his eyes, picked up the bowl, and drank it all.

His movements were unexpectedly bold, and "Lin Zhou" couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

The spicy wine slid down my throat, and the slightly cool touch fell into my body, and in a moment a burning sensation burned in my stomach.

The alcohol vapor spreads through the blood to all parts of the body, paralyzing most of the nerves and unexpectedly making people feel ecstatic and intoxicated.

The woman's pretty face gradually turned red, but her eyes were still clear. She looked at Lin Zhou, "Why don't you drink?"

"Lin Zhou" had a blank expression on his face and drank it all in one gulp, imitating her movements.

Although it is sweet, there are some particles in the wine, which rub against the throat and give a rough and uncomfortable feeling.

"This wine doesn't taste good and isn't spicy enough," Lin Zhou commented.

Shi Qing smiled faintly and poured more wine into the bowl, "Have you ever tasted something better?"

Lin Zhou took it, held it in his hand but didn't finish it, and said with an undisguised arrogance: "Of course."

The demon clan's red beauty bone tastes better than this, but I haven't had time to drink a few jars since I came back this time.

His slightly surprised gaze naturally turned to the woman opposite him. She drank bowl after bowl, her cheeks flushed. She turned her dazed eyes towards him, full of affection, which was completely different from the one he had seen before.

He subconsciously looked away in shock, staring at the bowl in his hand in a trance.

Speaking of which, after coming out of the demon-imprisoning formation, although some demons were eyeing the throne and the civil war continued, these affairs were mostly handled by Jia Yan, so he had plenty of time.

It seemed that everything he was busy with was related to the person in front of him.

He took a sip unconsciously, his narrow eyes reflecting the woman's face.

If he really wanted to avenge the sword that pierced his heart, he could have done it while she was asleep, or he could have killed her with a single blow in the bamboo forest without having to bring her out.

There were countless opportunities before him, but he kept hesitating.

The fact that he agreed to coexist with Chaos in order to gain power shows that he is by no means a "gentleman" and that it is his nature to do whatever he wants and to use any means necessary.

He naturally sensed that Chaos wanted to devour him.

Lin Zhou is his retreat.

He chose a rib closest to his heart and fed it with the blood from his heart day and night to form a human form.

Later, due to the chaos, he was sealed by many monks. Things got out of control and only one soul and one spirit escaped.

Thus, the incomplete soul and spirit turned into Lin Zhou.

An orphan of unknown origin, a disciple of the Yunqi Sect.

After Lin Zhou's death, his soul returned to his body. While his power was taken back, he inevitably gained some memories and strong emotions.

Every time he saw that person, those memories would come flooding back, invading his emotions and actions without any defense.

How could the Demon Lord, who always prides himself on his power, be entangled by worldly emotions?

It would be fine if the person Lin Zhou admired was worthy of his love, but the current situation is that he was let down and died as a result.

Jingrong's face became more and more gloomy. He poured the wine depressedly and drank it all in one gulp. The cold wine spilled on his chin. He wiped it casually and shot a resentful and angry look at the culprit who caused all this.

He looked like an old drunkard who hadn't drunk for hundreds of years. His bowl was never full, his face was getting redder and redder, and the corners of his eyes were bright red.

The intoxicating aroma of wine became stronger and stronger, and the drunken atmosphere made Jingrong unable to tell whether he was hating himself or Lin Zhou.

His narrow and deep eyes narrowed slightly, and a phantom dagger appeared silently in his hand. He stood up and slowly approached Shi Qing.

"You are drunk, Master."

Maybe it was because I had drunk some wine, the name sounded much smoother the second time I said it.

Shi Qing drank the whole bowl of wine in one gulp. Not surprisingly, he choked and coughed for a long time before finally stopping.

Jingrong helped her up. Shi Qing was already extremely drunk. He was limp all over, with most of his body leaning on the boy, and his head naturally resting on his chest.

When he suddenly touched the soft body with the scent of wine, his face froze in shock. He supported the woman's back with his left hand and held the dagger in his right hand without moving.

The woman suddenly fell backwards. His eyelids jumped in shock and he subconsciously tried to rescue her.

boom--

The sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

The two of them fell to the ground together. Jingrong's arm was still supporting her head, and the hard bones hurt. He pushed the drunk Shi Qing away, and her head hit the ground again, causing a collision and a short scream.

Jingrong paused for half a second while rubbing his hands, then turned to look at her without any apology.

Perhaps the collision had dispelled some of the alcohol in her body. She opened her watery eyes, blinked slowly a few times, and said hesitantly:

"Lin Zhou?"

His voice was obviously cold, but at this moment it was soft and confused, so gentle that it could not be heard from a distance.

The two men's heads were very close to each other, and as soon as the words came out, the aroma of wine lingered on the other person's face.

I was shocked and felt inexplicably dry in the mouth. Only now did I feel that this three-day drunk was no less beautiful than the beauty of the demon clan.

The woman's eyelids were half open and half drooped, she was extremely sleepy but didn't want to close her eyes.

This face is quite good-looking, no wonder Lin Zhou fell in love with it at first sight.

The next second, he seemed to realize that he was also Lin Zhou, and his face darkened.

He picked up the dagger that fell beside him, turned sideways to face her, his pupils flashed with darkness, and the cold dagger moved from top to bottom, finally resting on the woman's heaving heart.

As if she had noticed something, Shi Qing suddenly lifted her eyelids and looked at him steadily with misty eyes, "Are you Lin Zhou?"

The slow pace of speech unexpectedly makes people feel that he cherishes her.

Being interrupted by her sudden words, he relaxed a little, looked surprised and half-smiled, and asked back:

"What do you think?"

Due to the alcohol, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were half-closed.

"Then you are Lin Zhou for now..."

He didn't know if it was the effect of the wine he just drank, or if the name disturbed his mind, but a rare hint of anger appeared on his face, and his eyes suddenly became fierce.

"Do you like Lin Zhou?"

Shi Qing blinked, as if she didn't understand what he said, and didn't answer.

"Tell me, do you like Lin Zhou?"

The man's voice was low, like a ferocious beast in the night, luring people deeper into danger step by step.

However, Shi Qing just looked at him, the aroma of wine rising, and he could almost clearly see his own reflection in those eyes.

The remnant of his youth, messy black ponytail, fierce yet expectant expression...

His heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously wanted to run away. The rubbing sound of her clothes caused by his movement drowned out her answer. He glanced at her quickly and only saw her moving lips.

That's a word.

He didn't hear what it was exactly.

Jingrong felt regretful and adjusted himself to a more comfortable position. "What did you just say?"

At this moment, a cold hand covered his right hand, pulling him and the dagger against his heart.

"Lin Zhou," she stared at him and spoke word by word, "Kill me."

His eyes were pure and clear, without any trace of the drunken look from before.