Chapter 825 Antidote

This kind of words is very greasy. It belongs to the kind of remarks that will make the other person happy if they have a good impression of you, but will be disgusting if they don't have any feelings for you. They must not be said unless it is relevant... Piaomiao doesn't know if Zhao Changhe is really that person.

I think it's because I'm possessed by a demon. If it's the latter, it's hard to lose my temper.

He was possessed by himself and beat him until his bones were broken, and almost tricked him to death in vain. He didn't complain at all... He was possessed and just said a few words...

What's annoying is that I don't seem to feel sick at all.

Piaomiao angrily threw Zhao Changhe on the bed in the guest room, grabbed a rope and tied it up: "To be on the safe side, don't move."

Zhao Changhe couldn't resist, so he had to let her tie him up, which was actually a bit funny. If he really wanted to do something, what could this ordinary rope restrict?

After being tied tightly, Zhao Changhe sighed and said: "Don't mention that I am still injured. Even in my prime, I am no match for you. What are you afraid of?"

Piaomiao: "..."

She didn't know what she was afraid of. She thought about it and sneered: "Who said you would train me when it's safe? Look who is training whom now."

Zhao Changhe was really funny: "Okay, you know how to train, right? Let me see how you do it."

Seeing him lying down and being trained as equals, Piaomiao grinded her teeth, suddenly walked to the bedside and stood behind his head, sealed his spiritual thoughts with one finger, and clapped her hands: "Don't you mean you can't help but watch?

?I can’t see it now, I’m so mad at you.”

"Is this your training?" Zhao Changhe was silent.

Piaomiao stood for a few breaths, and suddenly felt like she was being looked at. The gaze became more and more unscrupulous, scanning her up and down.

Where does this feeling come from? He has eyes on top of his head?

Piaomiao punched him on the head and said angrily: "Don't look at it! If you look at it again I will..."

"Gouge my eyes out?"

"I'm going to kill those monks outside!"

"Don't..." Zhao Changhe sighed: "You held back when you could have fought back against them just now, which shows that you have a kind heart. Once you really kill innocent people in vain, you will regret it for the rest of your life when you wake up."

Piaomiao wanted to speak but stopped.

Zhao Changhe's expectations for her are indeed wrong expectations that should not be... Becoming a demon is becoming a demon. It is impossible to be affected by good thoughts, so it is not called a demon. However, the overwhelming anger when he first became a demon has already been caused by the violent beating of Bo Xun.

I have vented a lot, and now I am not as irritable as I was at the beginning, but more rational...

The real reason for holding back was that he knew rationally that if he beat the monks to death, he would not be able to help Zhao Changhe purify his evil thoughts.

Whether it's because Zhao Changhe needs to deal with Ye Wuming, or there are other factors, the only reason is Zhao Changhe... This can't be said, Zhao Changhe will definitely kick his nose in the face, but now he is not rational enough because of the influence of desire

, every sentence is teasing people.

Sure enough, Zhao Changhe's next sentence started: "Where is your training?"

Piaomiao's fist clenched loudly.

"So what did you want to do by bringing me to the guest house?" Zhao Changhe said: "The monks said that they suppressed my inner demons, and then as long as I complete what I want, I can be freed. What do you mean?

Let me finish my thoughts?"

What was the inner demon that was triggered this time?

It is the desire seduced by Bo Xun's incarnation.

According to the theory of the monks, as long as Zhao Changhe goes to Piaomiao, everything will be over. Is this really the reason for bringing him into the guest house?

Piao Miao sneered and said: "You have a good idea. Since they have suppressed your inner demons, I can naturally try to see if I can use some means to completely eliminate them."

"How to do it?"

"Let go of the mourning platform and let me go in and take a look."

Zhao Changhe closed his eyes in acquiescence.

Piaomiao pointed a finger at the center of Zhao Changhe's eyebrows, and his soul went straight into the spiritual platform.

No better than Zhao Changhe's wives who have experienced Zhao Changhe's sea of ​​consciousness many times through dual cultivation, this is the first time Piaomiao has seen it. In the vast starry sky, someone is lying leisurely on the Milky Way with his head resting on the sun and the moon. The night sky is full of stars and surrounded by four phenomena.

The shape is clearly presented. Below are endless rivers and mountains, and the energy is misty.

Piaomiao stared blankly for a while, never thinking that anyone could put all these meanings together, including herself.

He is not his at all... He relies on the true will of the mountains and rivers to complement himself and move in the same direction.

Piaomiao was silent for a moment, and then came to the side of Zhao Changhe's soul. It could be seen that his soul was pink and trembling slightly. It was obvious that he was full of desires, but the golden light of Buddhism shrouded the surroundings, which suppressed the situation.

Cha Cha was surrounded by golden scriptures and looked like he was being bound. He was also bound by his soul and could not move around. He was looking at her steadily with his eyes open.

It can be completely felt that without the suppression of these golden scriptures, Zhao Changhe would have absolutely lost his mind at this time and rushed forward to tear him apart madly... But now his eyes are still clear, just slightly cloudy, which means that the Buddhist method is very effective.

"What are you looking at?" Piaomiao looked at it for a long time and still said the same thing.

Zhao Changhe said: "This is your previous appearance. It's still a bit strange to you. It's not like the fierce and fierce look you had when you used Yang Yang's appearance... Take a closer look to deepen your memory."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Yes, the inner demon has not faded away. Of course it is an illness, or a serious illness." Zhao Changhe smiled: "Actually, your appearance is different from what I saw in ancient times. What I saw before was indifferent and indifferent, as if a goddess was looming in the water. Now you look very...

He's fierce and looks hard to mess with."

"Just remember the water!" Piaomiao said this subconsciously, and regretted it after saying it.

As a result, Zhao Changhe did not take up the topic of bathing as she expected. Instead, he said: "Actually, it looks good like this now."

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know, what I said is something I would never say nonsense for the sake of grace. But whether you say it or not, it is the truth."

"..." Piaomiao simply can't describe the feeling of being teased with every word, let alone the feeling of a lunatic confessing his love to a devil.

When I was indifferent and kind-hearted, you threatened me with a harsh tone, but now that you are possessed, you are confessing your love. Are you a bitch?

But I heard Zhao Changhe say: "Sometimes I feel that this semi-obsessed state is not without its benefits. It seems to make people less hypocritical... The inner feelings that I usually dare not admit are now dared to be openly exposed."

Piaomiao finally couldn't hold it back and asked, "So you think a ferocious and twisted demon looks good, but you're a female and you're not picky about food, right?"

"What misunderstanding do you have about yourself? In the beginning, she was a bit ferocious, but now she is no longer. When she uses Yangyang's face, it only makes people feel fierce. In her own form, she is a royal sister with evil eyes... See you later.

When you get to Suzaku, you can ask her if I particularly like this."

Piaomiao was furious, a whip appeared in her hand, and she whipped it fiercely: "It's full of lies! And you like her so much? She said she wanted to train me while treating Yangyang tenderly. Needless to say, which one do you like the most? You hate her the most.

Such a liar!"

Zhao Changhe snorted, but actually smiled: "You... are actually... really jealous."

Piaomiao was so angry that her hair turned into smoke, and she whipped her again: "Don't think that if I don't kill you, I have no other way to teach you. Can't I beat you?"

Zhao Changhe's soul curled up in pain and was speechless.

Piao Miao held up the whip, but the third whip could not be used.

The process of escaping for his life while carrying him on his back flashed through his mind again. He turned around countless times to protect the person on his back and took the attack with his own chest.

He has such a majestic body, a tough guy who can cut his own flesh and heal his wounds without saying a word, he shouldn't be curled up like this.

Perhaps the reason for not killing him was not just because he needed to deal with Ye Wuming... but because he really couldn't do it.

Wanting to kill him, maybe it's not just out of hatred for being seen out, but maybe it's really jealousy? In some human story books, there are still stories of killing each other because of jealousy, which is highlighted in Demonization

Now that I'm so cruel, it's really possible to do something like this.

But Piaomiao couldn't tell.

"Bo Xun and you yourself feel that my expectations for you are wrong expectations...but I always feel that they are not." Zhao Changhe whispered: "Your demonization is just hatred dominating your temperament, which will spread hatred.

Other lives may be considered evil. But they still have reason, and they have not become madmen who cannot communicate, nor have Bo Xun dominated their thoughts and become his incarnation."

Piaomiao said: "That's natural. With my strong soul, how can I become a madman? How can Bo Xun be worthy of controlling my thoughts?"

Zhao Changhe said slowly: "Since you are still rational, why do you think that a person who can hate can't love? I even think that you who have hatred are more likely to be sentimental than Piao Miao, who has no desires and desires in ancient times."

This means that it is actually better to soak now.

Piao Miao simply couldn't imagine that someone would dare to think this way, but upon closer inspection, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with the logic.

She didn't even dare to continue the conversation. She didn't know how her mind would get messed up if she continued talking.

Piaomiao, who claimed to be entering the spiritual platform to find a solution, left Zhao Changhe's sea of ​​consciousness as if fleeing for his life. When he returned to Cui Yuanyang's body, he found that Cui Yuanyang was awake and looking at her with big eyes.

Piaomiao was confused for a while: "Look at what I'm doing, are you really afraid that I will swallow you up now?"

Cui Yuanyang looked at her intently for a while, then smiled brightly: "Now you can swallow me and it will be fine."

"Why?"

"Because then I would just follow Brother Zhao in a different form."

"Are you both husband and wife sick?" Piaomiao said angrily, her chest heaving with anger, "Stop talking nonsense, I'll let you take over my body."

Cui Yuanyang asked curiously: "Why?"

"When Bo Xun aroused his desire, although it was caused by mist, the image used was that of you Cui Yuanyang. You and your wife can probably solve it by consummating it yourself!"

Cui Yuanyang's eyes widened: "Is this the solution that the third-level master of Yujing came up with? Hey, hey, don't sleep!"
To be continued...