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"Sister Xue, it's better to be careful. Let's go around it first. If we find that there are no monsters in this secret realm, we will leave."

Yang Yu felt something was not right, and thinking of the third person in black robe, he decided not to get close to him for the time being.

"Ah."

Sikong Xue nodded slightly. As long as there were no monsters in this secret realm, he would definitely ask his master for the third seat.

A cold wind blew, bringing with it waves of chill.

Suddenly, Yang Yu smelled a strange smell, full of the fragrance of roses. The spiritual power in his body reacted instantly, including the Dao pattern imprinted by Sikong Xue on his chest, which formed a barrier and enveloped him, as if resisting the smell. However, it seemed that there was no way to defend against it. A strong sense of sleepiness came over him instantly. Yang Yu only had time to take a last look at the bed and murmured, "There's something wrong with the bed..."

He fell into a deep sleep in the next second, and happened to fall into Sikong Xue's arms. His soft breasts became the best pillow, catching Yang Yu comfortably and bouncing twice with its elasticity.

"Hmm~"

Sikong Xue snorted, was stunned at first, then surprised, then tensed her expression, hugged Yang Yu vigilantly, and let Yang Yu lean on her soft breasts. The numb touch made Sikong Xue feel a little soft in her heart.

"Yang Yu, wait for me to chop it down."

Sikong Xue hardly thought about it. Since Yang Yu said there was something wrong with the bed, she might as well cut it down first.

The gorgeous and cold fairy walked in the air, and the condensed spiritual light source was as bright as the sun, which instantly lowered the temperature by several degrees.

The spiritual pressure pressed down like a mountain, crushing countless corpses, grinding them into powder, and pressing them into the cracked earth, blocking the bottomless cracks and preventing the foul smell from spreading.

An icy aura stronger than the cold wind crushed the area and continued to spread outward, threatening to fill the entire small world of corpses.

Sikong Xue clenched her jade hand, and a thin knife with a cold aura appeared through the air, with the word "Shuangluo" engraved on the handle.

This is her sword, and also the spiritual weapon given to her by Fairy Haoyue. It is of mid-grade Xuan grade, extremely powerful and precious.

"Frost falls, frost and snow."

Sikong Xue whispered softly, holding Shuangluo and gently waving him.

Suddenly, the spiritual pressure doubled horribly, and the entire land was completely crushed, and was forcibly pushed down dozens of meters by the spiritual pressure.

A knife shadow that froze ten miles tore through the light brought by the spiritual power source and fell on the ground of the pink bed at an indescribable speed.

There was no sound, as if being swallowed up.

The smell of decay was cut off by the shadow, and the endless corpses were shattered by the sword light.

The abyss tore open the ground beneath the pink bed, revealing the soil that had not been moved for who knows how many years. At the very bottom, wrapped in the dark soil, there was a heart emitting a rotten smell, still beating slowly.

Next to it was a stone tablet that had been there for who knows how many years, with familiar characters engraved on it.

"Is this... the heart of the demon race?"

"There's also a stone tablet next to it? Are there other things like this in this secret realm?"

Sikong Xue saw the heart and the stone tablet at the bottom of the abyss. After a brief thought, she took Yang Yu to the bottom of the abyss, stood next to the stone tablet, frowned and looked at the words on it.

The carving on it is very long.

"Hello, I don't know which world you are from, I am the owner of this rotten heart."

"People in my world call me the King of Weirdos, and some call me the God of Evil, but I prefer my real name. However, apart from my wives, no one dares to call me anything other than the King."

"As you can see, although my heart can still beat, it has rotted and cannot be used, so I took it out and left it here. I sealed it up. After tens of thousands of years, it will probably lose its body and dissipate."

"But since you can see this inscription, it means the seal is broken and this bad heart has been reborn."

"It will absorb the energy and strength of all life around it, devouring it completely and leaving behind only its corpses. It will not stop until it gains self-awareness over a long period of time. And this absorption is almost impossible to stop unless you are strong enough to resist it."

"If you are willing, you can reseal this heart. The sealing method is at the bottom of the stone tablet. If you are not willing, then leave this small world as soon as possible."

"Don't worry about what happened to this small world. This was originally the residence of the evil spirit. Those things that look like living beings are the incarnations of the corpses of dozens of evil spirits that I killed. There are hundreds of millions of them. They can't be called living beings, but just ghost slaves. This is why I left the rotten heart here."

"Finally, this heart is very difficult to destroy. Even I can't do anything with it, so I chose to seal it and wait for it to disappear on its own after tens of thousands of years."

After reading this long inscription, Sikong Xue was a little surprised.

A rotten heart? A fierce god? The king of weirdness? Tens of thousands of years?

Who left this inscription? It seems to be different from the records of the demon race in the sect.

suddenly.

Yang Yu's fingers trembled. "Yang Yu?"

Sikong Xue immediately gave up her doubts about the heart and the stone tablet. She sensed the patterns she had left in Yang Yu's body and discovered that the shaking just now was only due to the chaos in Yang Yu's consciousness.

82 is quite soft

"What on earth was that bed just now..."

Sikong Xue didn't have time to think about it carefully, but her eyes were fixed on Yang Yu, and the spiritual power in her body emanated uncontrollably.

Yang Yu's thick black hair hung down beside his ears, his face was perfect and handsome like a sculpture, his eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was about to fall asleep, but under his whites, one could still see a hint of chaos and calmness hidden in the deep sea, which made people obsessed.

The thin lips seem a little harsh, but they reveal a sense of brokenness in the coma, relaxing and inducing people to kiss and indulge in it.

Yang Yu... looks so good...

Sikong Xue's mind was a little confused. She didn't realize that her spiritual power had become chaotic. She just wanted to do things that she had not been able to do before.

The cold and arrogant beautiful fairy lifted the hair hanging by her ears, letting her black hair flutter. She leaned forward, slightly parted her red lips, exhaling the fragrance of orchids, and her warm breath fell on Yang Yu's face.

A trickle of crystal clear liquid emerged from the tender red lips. The pink little tongue pushed the liquid forward, flowing out of the red lips, hanging on the edge of the mouth, swaying.

Sikong Xue's pretty face turned red, and she subconsciously swallowed back the liquid that was about to fall, leaving some tempting traces on her lips.

"..."

Sikong Xue coughed lightly twice.

The pink little tongue pushed the crystal clear liquid again, rolling slowly across the white teeth, slightly staying on the tender red lips, hanging on the lips, forming a trace of agar dew.

Sikong Xue covered her left breast with one hand. The unprecedented experience made her chest heave, her breathing became a little rapid, and her heart beat faster and faster.

"Hmm~~"

A very low, delicate moan came out from Sikong Xue's red lips, so soft and soft that it made people feel weak.

But this time Sikong Xue did not give up halfway. That trace of crystal liquid was like the agar-agar dew from the sky, which was accidentally knocked over by the fairy and fell to the earth, turning into a drop of raindrops, which accurately fell on the corner of Yang Yu's mouth and slid into his mouth.

The crystal liquid hooked Sikong Xue's lips and fell into Yang Yu's mouth. A long silk thread connected the two people's lips, and a rather inappropriate picture appeared at the bottom of the abyss.

When Sikong Xue saw that the liquid had already reached Yang Yu's mouth, she hurriedly tore off the agar-agar dew. Her pretty face turned red for the first time. The spiritual power in her body suddenly stabilized, and her confused thoughts also calmed down a little.

She covered her face and had no idea what she was doing. How could she do such an embarrassing thing?

Why would he spit his saliva into Yang Yu's mouth?

Sikong Xue now had no idea whether to spit out the saliva in her mouth or not.

Half of the saliva fell into Yang Yu's mouth, and the other half did not slide down. She reached out and cut off the sticky thread connecting their lips, and it naturally returned to her mouth.

If she swallowed it... after all, the saliva had indirect contact with Yang Yu, wouldn't it be considered that she had swallowed Yang Yu's saliva?

"Ah~"

Sikong Xue licked her lips, a hint of madness flashed in the depths of her eyes, and the spiritual power in her body became chaotic again.

She didn't just want to eat Yang Yu's saliva.

She wanted more, she wanted more.

However, Yang Yu's eyes trembled twice, he smacked his lips twice, and opened his eyes in a daze.

Why is it so strange? What's the taste in my mouth? Why is it so sweet? And the taste is so familiar. Have you eaten it before?

Yang Yu's vision gradually became clear from darkness, and he saw Sikong Xue staring at him.

"Sister Xue, she fainted just now. That bed must have some strange effect. My spiritual power can't resist it."

Yang Yu muttered a few words, and suddenly found himself in Sikong Xue's arms, with his head resting next to the soft big white ball. The scent at the tip of his nose was that tempting milky fragrance.

Pretty soft.

Yang Yu quite consciously pressed it twice with his face. It was so soft that it was almost indescribable, as if a piece of tolerant cream was pasted on his face.

Sikong Xue's cheeks turned a little red, and the cold and arrogant look in her eyes had long disappeared without a trace. Now she just clenched her little pink fists, and couldn't help but let go and grabbed Yang Yu's clothes, holding them tightly.

A vague desire, like a cat scratching an itch, rises from my heart.

Especially Yang Yu's pressing with his face, an intimate thing that only Taoist couples would do, like the fun of feeding...

Sikong Xue shook her head vigorously. No, that’s not the case.

Yang Yu actually didn't see her as a woman at all, just a sister and relative with whom he was very close...

It was all her fault that she didn't pay attention to the distance when she was close to Yang Yu before, which made Yang Yu accustomed to this kind of relationship.

Even if she hugged Yang Yu and even kissed him on the face, Yang Yu would not think there was anything wrong with it and would just think that it was her personality.

She and Yang Yu were too familiar with each other. They often had conflicts over food, clothing, housing and transportation. When they fought, she even liked to chop Yang Yu with a knife. All her bad qualities were revealed in front of Yang Yu. She no longer had any sense of mystery. Except for her good looks, her feminine charm was gone. How could Yang Yu have a feminine love for her?

The eldest sister has always kept a distance from Yang Yu, always keeping a tight balance and paying attention to the ambiguous relationship. Even though she is a young sister, her innocent and natural temperament will not make her reveal herself too much in front of Yang Yu.

Sikong Xue thought so and felt a little resentful. She didn't know whether she was blaming herself or herself a few years ago.

A strand of pink love thread was actually pulled out from the body, but neither of them noticed it. The pulled out love thread did not leave Sikong Xue's body. Instead, it attached to Sikong Xue's snow-white back and lay dormant, waiting for a suitable opportunity, an emotional outburst. At that time, Sikong Xue would instantly sink into the bondage of love thread, like a spider entangled, tightly grasping Yang Yu in her arms and sucking away everything.

"Yang Yu, soft?"

Sikong Xue stared at Yang Yu.

"Ahem, it's quite soft."

Yang Yu stood up and saw the changes around him. He could probably guess that Sikong Xue had heard what he said and chopped down the big pink bed without saying a word. Sikong Xue was really worthy of her name. She had such a bad temper. Although Leng Ao was also good, she always felt that she lacked a bit of femininity.

83 Delayed Effectiveness

After a few sticks of incense, Yang Yu also observed the heart and the inscription in the abyss, but he didn't know what they were. Yang Yu and Sikong Xue checked this secret realm, big and small, but no trace of monsters was found.

Sikong Xue's face was cold. She didn't care about the heart and the inscription at all. She took Yang Yu and left the secret realm.

The sect is still under blockade inside and outside, and the entire sect is under thorough investigation. No one is allowed to enter or leave, to prevent monks who have been bewitched by monsters from escaping the sect with the monsters.

"Humph, the third seat really dared to confuse us with the news of the monsters. I dismissed him from the third seat as a warning."

Sikong Xue snorted coldly and took Yang Yu to the main hall of Tianqian Peak. The hall was filled with thick fog, which covered the chairs.