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Chapitre 16

The master visibly shivered, quickly shutting his mouth and chuckling awkwardly, "Haha, well, Little Yan'er, what did you want to say? Haha, go ahead and say it."

My body.

Chapter 36 Getting More and More Outrageous

"There's really no way around this," the master said, but seeing that I was about to get angry, he quickly added, "It's not that I don't want to give it to you, it's just that I simply can't get my hands on your body."

I frowned.

“I’m not lying to you, it’s true. Because your body is still in that time and space and hasn’t returned at all. Only your soul has returned. To put it simply, your body originally traveled to that time and space, and now your soul has traveled back from that time and space. As a result, your body is lost.” Master smiled wickedly.

He complained, "I made a huge decision to use my own rib to make your body. Do you know how painful it is to have a rib removed? If it weren't for you, Xiao Yan'er, no matter how interested I was, I wouldn't have done it myself."

As he spoke, the master, with a smug look on his face, said, "So I'm as powerful as that Jehovah, haha. Little Xiaoxiao, what do you think? If I try again next time, could I also create the sun and stars? Cough cough cough, let's not talk about that. Otherwise, the next heavenly tribulation might be even more severe. Um... never mind. Hehe, luckily I can create a body for you, otherwise, your soul wouldn't have returned by now."

I was left speechless.

The demon continued excitedly, "Little Yan'er is truly amazing, getting more and more outrageous. This time, the person you've provoked not only understands matters of time and space, but also has a method to close time-space channels. For a time, even I couldn't crack it. Interesting, very interesting."

The blank stare subsided, but the corner of the mouth twitched.

"So, your body can't return to that time and space. There are only two ways to get it back. First, find that person and have them open the time-space portal. Second, open the time-space portal yourself. Don't blame me for not warning you, Little Yan'er, neither of these methods is easy right now." The master smiled, her long arm bent to support her forehead, her smile charming and alluring.

The convulsions continued. "Master, are you gloating?"

Master's smile froze for a moment, then vanished immediately. "No, no, absolutely not. By the way, Little Yan'er, the body is just a shell, a vessel for the soul. Look at what I made for you, how perfect it is! Exquisite features, radiant glow, not a trace of dullness. Or, shall we just ignore it and not care about it anymore?"

The master became more and more excited as he spoke, "Actually, this is good too. This way, little Yan'er, you can have the same lifespan as me, forever young and immortal! We can keep each other company. We can be a pair of carefree, troublesome lovers roaming the world. Hmm, those days would definitely be very interesting. Just think about it, we can..."

Stop!

What a load of nonsense.

My veins bulged, and I slammed my fist on the table in fury, shouting, "I won't be a monster!"

"Oh—" My master's passionate exclamation was interrupted by me. He reluctantly responded and stopped, his face full of a grin. Only a deep loneliness seemed to flash briefly in the depths of his eyes.

I was stunned for a moment, then chuckled to myself at my own eyes. How could such a playful, mischievous, fickle, and amorous old demon have such an expression? When I looked away, my gaze fell on the small black cauldron on the drawer, and I was suddenly momentarily stunned.

"This is a bit troublesome." The master frowned, then chuckled, "Little Yan'er's body is too fragile. Without a soul to reside in, she will quickly decay. If you want to preserve her, Little Yan'er, you'll have to return to that time and space first."

"Okay." I didn't object.

Since I'm just killing time anyway, going out for some fun wouldn't hurt. In that other timeline, I'm having a blast. Anyway, with my master there, I'm sure I'll be back, so what's there to worry about?

That stunningly beautiful woman, the elegant and composed minister, the perpetually foolish idiot, and a whole bunch of petty thugs... hehehehe...

I chuckled to myself.

Suddenly, she heard Zi Ru's voice, sounding very urgent, calling out repeatedly, "Qing Yan, Qing Yan, wake up, please wake up, Qing Yan..."

Chapter 37 The feeling of being forced is unpleasant.

Well-

My smile froze, and I looked up in surprise.

Master seemed to be looking at the small cauldron, but then again, he appeared distracted. However, he had clearly heard Zi Ru's voice, and suddenly a smile appeared on his lips. "Looks like you'll have to go."

He spoke, his voice low and deep, and his gaze suddenly became somewhat hazy, with countless shades of water and clouds flowing in his eyes. The transparent glass and the darkness of the night sky blended together. Before anyone could see clearly, he lowered his eyes again, and his long, dark eyelashes cast two shadows that trembled like butterfly wings.

"Master..." I didn't know what I wanted to say.

"What are you doing?" Master looked up, grinning.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and my tone became lighter as I complained, "You'd better hurry up, or you'll run into some other pretty girl and make me wait for months."

It was fun as it was, but being forced to stay was still unpleasant.

My master winked at me, gave me a wicked smile, and hooked a long, slender finger, as smooth as jade, under my chin. His cherry-red lips parted slightly, "Don't worry."

With a snap.

The master screamed in agony.

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"Qingyan, what's wrong? Wake up, wake up! Don't scare me, Qingyan..."

The calls in my ears grew more urgent, tinged with panic, and a throbbing pain shot through my cheek.

Before I could even open my eyes, I grabbed the small hand that was patting my face and cried out, "Ziru, if you keep patting me like that, you'll disfigure me!"

The owner of the small hand was clearly startled, trembled, and then went limp.

Opening her eyes, she saw Zi Ru's enlarged face, relieved and still shaken. Above her was an antique embroidered bed with carved bedposts and a silk canopy adorned with flowers.

I sat up and pushed Ziru away. I covered my burning cheek, somewhat annoyed. "It hurts so much!"

Zi Ru felt a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I couldn't wake you no matter how I called you, I..."

"Never mind, what did you call me for?"

Grinning and wincing, ouch—, my face really hurts! You stinky purple thing, you dead purple thing! ﹏﹏