Three Times Reincarnation

Twenty days, that's not a short amount of time.

I hadn't expected that I would be lying in bed for so long. Although I had just breathed in, I still wanted to reach out and touch my back, but I was stopped by Jing Yao.

He relaxed his grip on my hand and asked casually, "What's wrong? "But where is the discomfort?"

Big brother Qilin, I just want to rub my back, there's no need to make such a big fuss, right?

Forget it, I can't use my hands, but I can move my mouth, right?

"..." "Oh yeah, where's Little Meng?"

"That day I brought you back, she guarded you for more than ten days. Seeing that you still haven't woken up, she left, saying that she went back to find her master for help." Jing Yao gave a faint smile, "Before she left, I even reminded her that if I couldn't take good care of you, she would come back and punish me."

I only felt a few black lines rise up on my forehead. I hastily let out a dry laugh and said, "Little Meng likes to joke around. Please don't worry about it, Fellow Daoist."

The corner of Jing Yao's mouth slightly raised and a smile seemed to flash across his black eyes. He casually said, "En, I know."

Seeing that there was nothing unusual on his face, he heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. After hesitating for a good while, he asked with a testing tone, "That day and later …" What exactly happened? "

He still held onto my hand and didn't let go, but his gaze looked past the half-open window, not knowing where he was looking. After a moment, he asked, "Qingyin, what exactly do you want to know?"

I was stunned when I heard this – these words sounded a bit strange, why does he sound like he really didn't want to talk about it?

However, thinking about it, the Qilin clan had always been proud and arrogant, but this time, he had suffered a huge loss at the hands of the devil race.

If it wasn't for him accompanying me, he wouldn't have had to go through so much suffering. It was as if … In the end, it was still me, wasn't it?

This conclusion made me feel a bit depressed.

"Haha, if it is inconvenient for fellow cultivator, then forget it …" After figuring out the joints above, I could only laugh dryly and let out a laugh.

Jing Yao's gaze turned and landed on my face. After a long time, he said hesitantly in a low voice, "Are you …" Still reciting that name? "

I looked at him, puzzled. "Fellow Taoist, your words …" "What does that mean?"

What 'that', I even steamed it.

Speaking of which, I've never heard of the Qilin clan having poor intellect. Why is this fellow Daoist Jing Yao in front of me incoherently replying with a few words? It really puzzled me, a little fish demon.

Jing Yao didn't answer. He only looked at me for a long time before looking away. At the same time, he slowed down his speech and softened his tone, as if he was talking to himself. "I was wrong. If you really thought of him, how could you possibly block that attack for me?" And then a smile appeared on his face, "Actually, after you fainted from the injury that day …" "I did not make things difficult for you. Thus, I took the Yellow Springs and brought you back here."

— That simple? It was truly unbelievable.

Could it be that the Demon Realm black armored warriors we met are all made of paper? Not to mention, there was also the temperamental and arrogant Dao Friend Yan Jing … No, perhaps he should call him the Demon Lord?

Thinking of this, I felt a little sad.

Probably, only a stupid demon like me would mistake a venerated Devil Realm Great Honored Warrior as an immortal of Mount Kunlun, right? He would even secretly rejoice in his actions.

Sure enough, being self-righteous was the most important. It was already considered lucky that he didn't leave his life at the source of the underworld this time.

"Oh, so it's like that …" "Thank you fellow daoist for telling me …"

I looked down at the two pairs of hands that were clasped together. He wanted to pull his hand back, but he couldn't. He had to give up.

"Also, I'm afraid we won't be able to go there anymore."

Where?

"That devil …" "I've already said that if we meet again, we'll go to the end of the Yellow Springs to fetch some water …"

I didn't know why, but my heart tightened. I subconsciously frowned and asked, "How is it?"

Jing Yao glanced over indifferently and a dark look flashed in his eyes. He looked into my eyes and said word by word, "Kill. No. Amnesty."

I lowered my head and softly said "oh". I felt my mind was empty. Yan Jing's way of doing things in the past did not come as a surprise to me, but even so, I still felt an inexplicable sense of melancholy.

It was as though the laughter was just my imagination.

That rebellious man in red had already left, never to see him again.

Although the sun was shining brightly outside, I could not bring myself to do so.

Jing Yao said that the Demon Lord's palm had heavily injured all the meridians in my body. Although my injuries were all healed now, my insides still needed to be slowly healed. Otherwise it would be detrimental to my future cultivation.

When I heard these words, my heart didn't waver – with the soul incomplete, the injuries to my meridians weren't considered much.

There was a phrase in the book that was said very well. It was fine to get used to injuries, but it was actually nothing.

The only thing that makes a little fish like me somewhat conflicted is that grey rabbit.

After he woke up, he came to report on time every day, and he must have brought a bowl of soup medicine that was as dark as ink and as bitter as coptis. What bothered me the most was that he had to stand by and watch me finish the bowl of medicine before he could get over it.

Whether or not the medicine had any effect, for the time being, even though the greyhare servant was certain that the medicine was concocted from an ancient medicine formula and had extraordinary effects, to me, it was no different from being tortured — because, I have always liked sweets.

"Master, drink this medicine."

See, just tell me.

I looked at the grey rabbit servant's expressionless face and couldn't help but wish that I could dig a hole through it. I looked at the medicine bowl on his meaty rabbit paws and said with a smile, "Today … I feel great. "

Who would have thought that he would not even lift his eyes and lightly said: "Well, then congratulations Master."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "Master, drink the medicine."

I twitched the corner of my mouth, accepted the bowl, closed my eyes, and gulped it down.

"Master, this is today's Snowflakes."

I bitterly opened my face and nodded. I hurriedly grabbed the other small white porcelain plate on the grey rabbit servant's claw. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of the sweet food on the plate, I finally loosened my eyebrows.

"Master, rest well."

I answered with a "hmm" and suddenly thought of Blacky, who has not been seen since then, and asked, "Oh right, that... Where did Little Black go? "

The greyhare boy's expression did not change as he said, "Heal."

"What?"

I almost suspected that there was something wrong with my ears. After hesitating for a moment, I asked, "He …. Who did you fight with? "

"Master, you made a blood oath with him. Since you were injured earlier, he naturally feels it as well."

I frowned and scratched my hair before saying hesitantly, "…" "Is that so?"

But I remember, that's not the case with the alliance I made with Blacky.

He was truly puzzled.

However, judging from the incomparably resolute expression of the grey rabbit servant, it was most likely me … Did you remember incorrectly...

After finishing my medicine, I was dozing on the soft couch by the window when I noticed that someone seemed to be standing outside the door.

However, even after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear the door open.

I split a sliver of my magic power to peep a little, so it was Jing Yao.

I sat up and got off the bed. I opened the door and smiled at him.

A few days ago, Jing Yuan left a note saying that he wanted to go out. I thought that he wouldn't be able to come back within ten days or half a month, but who knew that he would return just five days later?

"It's me." Jing Yao's slender figure stood with his back facing the sunlight. Light poured down from behind him, adding to his extraordinary bearing. "How are your injuries?"

I smiled and stepped back. "Much better."

"That's good. I can see that your complexion has improved." He stepped into the room and clenched his left hand into a fist. It was as if he was holding onto something. "However, I still need to rest."

I didn't have the heart to investigate, so I pretended that I didn't know. I smiled and said, "Many thanks for fellow daoist's concern."

He hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he spread open his hand and passed the thing in his hand to me. "On the way out this time, I happened to drop by to ask a daoist friend for this bottle of ointment. It's good for the wound. "

I was stunned for a moment before I replied, "I have to trouble you with that …."

"Take it." Jing Yao placed the things on the table and stood up as if he was escaping, "Rest well. I won't disturb you any longer."

I blinked at the sound of the door as he left, and picked up the medicine bottle from the table to examine it carefully — just by looking at its shape, it was unremarkable, but it was warm to the touch and made of a single piece of white jade.

As I uncorked the bottle, a fragrance similar to that of lotus blossoms or orchid blossoms drifted out, leaving me speechless. Could it be that the Nine Revolutions Golden Lotus was so worthless these days? He could just casually use it for a bath or as a healing medicine?

I put down the jade bottle in my hands. Just as I was about to return to the bed to rest, I felt a violent tremor under my feet. Before I could regain my senses, another series of tremors occurred.

Could it be that the land dragon had turned over?

I didn't have time to think about it carefully before I heard a sharp and exaggerated voice say, "Little fish monster inside, if you don't come out soon, I'll tear this place apart!"

Of course, I can't ignore someone who calls out his name and dares to come knocking on my door.

In the air, he saw a middle-aged woman. She was dressed in peach red clothes, her white hair was tied up in a bun, and a red coral hairpin was stuck to her hair. She looked like a beauty when she was young, but the sneer on the corner of her mouth was really too eye-catching.

I cleared my throat and clenched my hands into fists. "Fellow daoist …"

The woman lowered her head and looked over. Her eyes were ice-cold and contained a trace of disdain, "A mere Little Fish Demon dares …" Right, where's the Pear Tree Demon? " Then, he raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Don't think that you can escape from my palm. Those who want to escape, let's see what happens to this little fox!"

As he said that, he threw down a pile of furry items from the air.

I didn't have time to think about it. I quickly reached out to receive it, but was pushed back a few steps by the additional force. Just as I was about to collide with the two doors, I was struck by a bright light.