Scenes from just fifteen minutes ago flashed before his eyes when he had just returned from outside, only to accidentally witness Wen Xiao’ai casting a spell to erase Qing Yi’s memory...
A Nine Lives Cat Demon?
The drunkard’s eyes took on a strange expression...
In that dim and eerily silent chamber.
Surrounded by dark qi, the man sat cross-legged on an ice bed, Wen Xiao’ai’s face consuming his entire brain. Shocked and disbelieving, his pupils contracted continuously as his gaze shifted unpredictably, and his complexion grew paler and paler.
Hundreds of scenes from their past together flickered before his eyes.
He spoke with a trembling voice, his hand on his leg clenched into a fist, barely able to contain the excitement in his heart.
After a thousand years, you’ve finally returned.
"Is it you who has come back? Do you know I’ve been searching for you, so you returned, is that it?"
He muttered to himself, his face alternating between deep sadness and ecstatic joy. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel✶fire.net
"It’s not her; Yingying would never hurt me... It’s not her, not her."
Then he suddenly thought of something, his eyes and expression changing once more, now tinged with certainty, almost sure.
"She is Yingying, she’s my Yingying."
His mind was somewhat chaotic, his emotions a mix of grief and joy.
Naturally, joy was the dominant emotion.
"No, Yingying, you can’t stay by Jun Moyan’s side, you can’t."
He suddenly became very rational yet extremely agitated, and turned his head toward the Blood Crow on the ground, not knowing if it was dead or alive, still bleeding.
He then raised his hand and began healing it.
A few minutes later, the man withdrew his hand.
He coughed several times, one hand covering his chest, his complexion even paler.
His soul had been attached to Ye Yin at the time, so the injuries Ye Yin suffered physically were also borne by his soul.
A weak crow caw echoed, and the Blood Crow on the ground stirred.
After a while, the Blood Crow transformed back into a human.
Ye Yin kneeled on the ground, one hand clutching the gunshot wound on his chest, the other propping up his body against the ground.
He gathered his strength, then concentrated his mana, gritting his teeth as he sucked out the bullet.
Looking at the bloody bullet in his palm, Ye Yin felt annoyed and directly turned the bullet into powder.
With both hands supporting him on the ground, he lifted his head and looked at the man who was recovering his vital energy on the ice bed after expending a great deal to save him, respectfully saying, "Ye Yin thanks his master for saving his life."
"..." The man kept his eyes closed, not responding.
After a while, he finally gathered all his energy and mana, and then slowly opened his eyes.
"Master, Ye Yin failed in his duty, causing the master to be hurt as well. Once Ye Yin has recovered, he will certainly slaughter that Cat Demon to make amends," Ye Yin promised.
The man’s voice was somber, and with Ye Yin’s mention of killing Wen Xiao’ai, his eyes grew cold with murderous intent.
"What did you say?" Ye Yin was somewhat slow to react.
"No one may harm her."
"Why? Aren’t you worried that once she returns to the Demon Clan, she will spread the word and upset our plans?" Ye Yin didn’t understand.
His consciousness had been hazy after being possessed, and he vaguely remembered that it was Jun Moyan who had unexpectedly injured them, preventing his master from successfully killing the Cat Demon.
"Master, are you afraid that killing the Cat Demon will bring trouble upon us if her kin find out? But Zuo Yan, the protector, has already struck against her kin; our Demon Clan has already made enemies with the Demon Clan."