Chapter 922 She is more yandere (1)

[Host, the rest time is over. Do you want to enter the plane or continue to rest? 】

Yan Chumiao looked at the dozens of bright stars above her head and said, "Enter the plane."

【Okay, host.】

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The thirty-first plane is entering——

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"Good morning, senior brother."

"Good morning, senior brother."

Yan Zhisi came back from training outside and returned to Xuanqing Sect. Everyone he met along the way greeted him. He was thinking about other things and nodded casually without replying.

His identity is here, there is no reply, and no one is dissatisfied.

Not long after walking, he arrived at the foot of Baihang Mountain. Looking up, Baihang Mountain was shrouded in mist all year round, and the entire mountain seemed to be swallowed up by the mist.

He is very familiar with this place. After all, he has lived here for decades and also fell in love with his master here, but...

He didn't know whether it was because he had been practicing abroad for several years or for other reasons. At this moment, he felt at a loss for the feelings that once existed in his heart. He no longer had any heartbeat or urgency. It felt like all the feelings he had had didn't belong to him.

Own.

Could it be that he has changed his mind, or that he has experienced a lot, and his cultivation has improved, but his feelings have also weakened.

But no matter what the situation was, this was not something he should struggle with. Fortunately, he had never explained his inner feelings to his master. If he had, he would be embarrassed now.

Putting away the unwanted thoughts in his mind, Yan Zhisi quickened his pace and headed up the mountain.

"Master, I'm back..."

His voice spread from the mountainside, startling countless birds.

Yan Chumiao turned her head when she heard this voice, and saw Yu Jian going directly to Yan Zhisi, her fourth disciple in this plane, at the top of the mountain.

"Back." She looked very calm, sitting cross-legged in front of the guqin.

However, she saw that the fourth disciple, who had a smile on his face just now, was stunned when he looked at her. She looked away and plucked the strings with her fingertips.

I tried the sound first, and then the smooth sound of the piano slowly sounded. The person playing the piano was dressed in white, with apricot eyes slightly lowered, like a calm lake surface.

In the melodious sound of the piano, Yan Zhisi heard his own heartbeat.

He didn't seem to have changed his mind, nor was he emotionally indifferent. He still liked Master, very much, so much that the bad thoughts he had in the past resurfaced.

After the song ended, Yan Chumiao didn't look at anyone, "Since you're back, let's go and have a rest."

"Disciples are not tired."

Yan Zhisi sat cross-legged opposite Yan Chumiao, holding his chin with his hands and looking at her.

"This disciple has been practicing outside for three years. Master, has he ever thought of his disciple?"

Yan Chumiao raised her eyes and looked at him with a faint smile, "Of course, you are my fourth disciple after all."

Looking at his master, Yan Zhisi felt that his brain was starting to feel dizzy. He didn't drink alcohol, but he felt as if he was drunk.

He smiled stupidly, "Master, are the brothers and sisters back?"

"The eldest disciple and the third disciple are back. Now the eldest disciple is in retreat, and the third disciple has gone to the next door sect for the banquet instead of his master."

Yan Zhisi was not very good at concealing his inner emotions. At this time, he smiled even brighter. Doesn't this mean that there are only two people in Baihang Mountain, namely him and his master?

"Master, don't worry, my disciple will definitely accompany you well."

Yan Chumiao said nothing, lowered his head and continued to strum the strings.

Yan Zhisi listened with his face held in his hands, unwilling to leave. His eyes fell on Yan Chumiao's face the whole time. He was not good at concealing his emotions, and his eyes were hot and hot.

However, Yan Chumiao did not look at him.

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The novel Yan Chumiao is currently in is a novel about cultivating immortals without a male protagonist.

It tells the story of the ill-fated heroine Yi, who had a hard time growing up and cultivating immortality. She passed one obstacle after another and finally reached the top of the world.

Yan Chumiao's identity is the Xuanqing Sect's Spirit-Giving Master, the Spirit-Giving Master.

Ji Ling grew up in the Xuan Qing Sect. After taking the position of master, the sect leader gave her five disciples at once and gave her names.

Yan Zhiyi, Yan Zhiyou, Yan Zhishan, Yan Zhisi, Yan Zhiwu.

Ji Ling didn't like taking disciples, but this was the first time the sect master asked her to take one, and he also said that he would not ask her to take him in again, so she agreed.

Jiiling treats these disciples completely as free-range, providing all kinds of material satisfaction and allowing them to grow in other aspects. The five people have very good qualifications. Even if they are free-range, each of them is getting better and better.

The best of their generation.

Ji Ling thought everything was fine.

But she didn't expect that her five disciples all had yandere attributes. The only difference was whether they hid them deeply or lightly.

What Ji Ling didn't expect was that the five yandere disciples all liked her, and their minds were full of how to take her as their own without letting anyone else see her.

In front of the spirit, they all behaved normally, until the spirit accidentally went wrong due to seclusion and lost all their spiritual power. Each of them seemed to see hope, and various kinds of imprisonment and forced love appeared one after another.

They hid her and no one saw her again.

The plot of "The Spirit" ends here. The five disciples finally died in the hands of the heroine as villains.

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Yan Chumiao was silent for a long time after reading the plot.

[So you asked me to follow the plot? 】

[The host only needs to choose the randomly selected character.] After Yuan Yihao finished speaking, he went directly to the lottery.

Yan Chumiao casually lit one, and there were only two words in it: yandere.

[Random task released: Ask the host to become the most yandere. Your five disciples will be your favorite candidates. The passing criterion is to be more yandere than them. 】

Yan Chumiao was silent again.

However, the yandere character was more acceptable than the original plot. She recalled what those people in the plot had done, and suddenly felt that this character was quite good.

[Host, the current plot has reached a point where there is almost a problem in the spiritual retreat. All the following content is only the content of the novel, and there may be deviations. 】

【oh.】

Since there was no need to follow the plot, there was no need for Yan Chumiao to let her retreat go astray, so she ended the retreat perfectly, stayed in Baihang Mountain for another five days, and finally met one of her disciples.

Among the five disciples of Ji Ling, Yan Zhisi is the most careless and the one who can't hide his thoughts the most. Since he is the first to appear, let's start with him.

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Yan Zhisi still didn't know what Yan Chumiao was thinking. He only saw his master, who was dressed in white and had an air of immortality, raised his head again and smiled at him.

This was not a joke, it was simply killing him. Some untimely pictures appeared in his mind that made him blush and his heart beat.

He thought...the master belongs to him alone.
Chapter completed!