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Chapter 536 The Sick Male Protagonist Who Loves Contradicting His Master (108)

Ever since Ning Qingmeng was killed by the emperor himself, apart from the joy at the beginning, he actually didn't have much other feelings in his heart.

But in the past few years, for some reason, he seemed to have hallucinations.

Occasionally, half-drunk and half-awake, he would recall the past, sometimes in a dream.

At the beginning, the emperor didn't take it too seriously, but every time he "dreams" like this, he becomes more violent when he wakes up, and he has to kill to calm down.

This is also one of the reasons why the Heaven Devouring Emperor disturbed the entire cultivation world in the following years.

But later, Dijun found out that he didn't know whether he had some demons or his memory went wrong.

Sometimes he clearly remembered that the things he had experienced were like this, but when he woke up, a completely different memory appeared in his mind inexplicably.

For example, the details of when he got along with his sister when he was young.

He clearly remembered the time when Sister and he were together, they had been living very hard, but at certain moments, a completely different picture would inexplicably appear in his mind.

A sister smiled and picked him up, she patted him on the back to lull him to sleep, an incomprehensible strange song was in his ear, she watched juggling behind his back, and took him to drink sweet soup.

There is also the memory of Ning Qingmeng.

Even more confusing and vague.

Ning Qingmeng in the dream clearly looked nasty and hateful in his eyes one second, with disgusting salivation in his eyes, but in the next second, he was trying his best to act stupid again and again when practicing swords, only For the slightest contact with Master.

There is also a strange dream. In the dream, he and the master are both wet in Guanghan Pond, and he holds her waist tightly from behind...

There were so many inconsistent "memories" of this kind that later on, Dijun could "see" Ning Qingmeng appearing in front of him even when he was awake, but no matter whether he swung his whip at Ning Qingmeng or stretched out his hand, it was all touching. By the time she's gone.

It was the last time when he was bumped into the arms of the master, he was stunned, and he couldn't bear the entanglement of this demon anymore, so he directly cut off her arm with Jing Que.

Thinking of it now, Dijun can only feel distressed.

That is Master, not Ning Qingmeng.

"Let go."

Si Jiu's words without ups and downs were like pouring a basin of cold water on the head of the emperor who was full of love.

He lowered his eyes, looking at Master's clear eyes.

Before that, when the master looked at him, it was not with this look, but with a smile, tolerance and indulgence, the kind of look that could warm his already cold heart.

Oh no.

That look was originally not for him, but for her Xing'er.

Although his expression was stinky, Si Jiu could see the sourness in his eyes.

She sighed secretly, and slowed down her tone, "I'll go and see Xing'er, since you brought him back, you probably don't want anything to happen to him, right?"

"I just can't understand his face against me, but he is so useless that he can't even beat Zhuhua."

In fact, he knew that once he left Shen Xinghe alone, Master would never allow him to bring her here.

Si Jiu pulled away the hand that was holding his arm, "Yes, so don't bully him anymore."

As he spoke, Sijiu walked towards Zai Zai who was thrown on the cold floor of the hall.

Dijun's fingers clenched into fists, his eyes were scarlet, and after a long while he didn't stop him.

Si Jiu approached Zai Zai, knelt down, half-embraced him in his arms, checked his physical condition, and found that it was even worse than the last time he came back from Longzhong.

It seems that the loss of Ni Lin has had a great impact on him.

Si Jiu took the elixir from Na Jie and fed it into his mouth, then mobilized his spiritual power and sent it to Zai Zai's body.

It's just that as soon as she raised her head, Zai Zai in her arms struggled to open her eyes, and pinched the hand she was secretly poking against his abdomen, which was about to send him spiritual power.

"Master, Master...don't allow..."

He was clearly half-dead, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were still determined, looking fierce.

"You promised me."

Sijiu was like a child who was caught doing bad things on the spot, choking a little.

"No more reckless use of spiritual power."

A short sentence has to be split into two speeches, and after finishing speaking, I feel even weaker.

Si Jiu's heart ached, "Why do you want me to watch you like this?"

"It's okay, just raise it for a few days, and it will be fine." He gently squeezed Master's fingers, and smiled, "Master, you love me dearly."

Secretary of Wine: "..."

There is also the mood to tease myself, okay, it seems that I can't die.

　Work diary of the bartender: The palms and backs of the hands are full of meat...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)