My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 296 Don’t Lose It Again Next Time

At this moment, Lu Caiwei collapsed on the ground powerlessly, sweating profusely, and her breathing was slightly rapid.

But his eyes gradually began to shine.

Ye Wuyou didn't understand how the narrator helped the other person overcome the inevitable death of her inner demon, and what it meant to "become her inner demon".

But for now, everything seems to be fine.

But there was one thing that Ye Wuyou was very concerned about.

Lu Caiwei had no idea that she was still alive.

why?
"Xia Anmeng."

Ye Wuyou felt a little angry at this moment.

That night in the imperial city, Lu Caiwei could not detect anything unusual, and Ye Wuyou's own state of mind of "all beings have no form" at that time, naturally, he would not waste words with the other party.

But Xia Anmeng, who appeared after Lu Caiwei fell into a coma, knew that she was not dead.

But now it seems that Xia Anmeng didn't mention it to Lu Caiwei at all?

The illusory soul appeared in front of Lu Caiwei and whispered something to her.

Being called out by Ye Wuyou at this moment, Xia Anmeng trembled and muttered.

"Okay, okay, I get it. I didn't tell my disciple that you were not dead."

"why?"

"She is a sword cultivator. Look at how fast she has been practicing recently. She has already reached the fifth realm in just one year. Even if this incident hadn't happened, she would have reached the sixth realm in no time."

"What does this have to do with whether I live or die?" Ye Wuyou was still puzzled.

"The first page of the Sword Manual: If there is no man in your heart, you will naturally become a god when you draw your sword..."

Xia Anmeng muttered softly, and then added with a hint of apology.

"I thought you would come back and tell her later. Besides, you left that night. My disciple's personality is pure when he uses his sword without any worries. If he has other thoughts in his mind, it will be very troublesome."

"Besides, you have a strange mind... Rather than leaving your presence in her mind and dying, it would be better to cut off the thought at that time."

When Ye Wuyou heard this, his tone became slightly tense and he said with dissatisfaction.

"Do you think that I will die sooner or later if I cannot reach the seventh realm?"

Xia Anmeng was silent for a moment and sighed softly.

“That’s how I felt at the time.”

Ye Wuyou wanted to ask, "What about now?" But he changed his mind and felt that it was meaningless. He squatted down, raised his face slightly, and looked at Lu Caiwei who was lying on the ground and breathing lightly with clear eyes.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Okay, okay." Lu Caiwei responded in a low voice.

Is it?

Ye Wuyou hesitated when the words came to his lips. He blinked and felt that the other person's breathing was even faster than before.

In the end, he didn't say much. He just stood up and looked around at the empty Nanning City, which was now empty except for the two people and one soul. Then, relying on the faint breath, he looked towards the Nanning Mountains in the distance.

The strange domain is still there.

People in Nanning are still losing their lives.

"You take a good rest, I'll go deal with this damn thing."

He was about to leave when he felt someone gently pulling at the corner of his clothes.

Lu Caiwei was sitting on the ground at this moment, clutching his sleeve with one hand, but her eyes were determined. She spoke softly and stuttered.

"I, I'll go too."

"Nonsense."

Ye Wuyou shook his head. Lu Caiwei seemed to have overcome the inner demon tribulation, but it was different from the ordinary inner demon tribulation. The missing energy would not be automatically filled as the realm was broken. It could only be said that she was already on the road to the sixth realm, but she could not really be called the sixth realm at the moment.

Ye Wuyou explained earnestly.

“That is weird. Even if you are in the sixth realm now, you cannot resist the weird and unsolvable magical power. Besides, you don’t understand weirdness. I am different…”

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Xia Anmeng.

"Then let me ask you, if that ghost thing said the word 'die' to you, how could you resist?"

Ye Wuyou paused, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes. Can the [Strange Coffin] directly imprison that strange thing?

possible.

If I lock myself up in the [Strange Coffin], can I resist that strange magical power?

possible.

But it's just a possibility.

There is a lot of room for manipulation, and Ye Wuyou can think of several solutions, but he has not tried them specifically and cannot guarantee the success rate.

What should I do if that ghost thing says "die" to me right away?

Seeing Ye Wuyou's hesitation, Xia Anmeng smiled complacently, raised his head proudly, then floated over Lu Caiwei, with his hands gently resting on the girl's shoulders.

Xia Anmeng first pointed at Lu Caiwei and wanted to say something, but seeing that Lu Caiwei lowered her head and said nothing, she stubbornly put her arms around the girl's neck, slightly lifted up Lu Caiwei's beautiful face, and forced her to look at Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou's eyes began to freeze and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

From this angle, you can see... the girl’s snow-white neck.

"Let me tell you, my disciple's magical power of Dharma is unprecedented and will never be surpassed. He uses the sun and the moon to evolve Dharma, which is much more powerful than those dragons, snakes, monkeys, and visualization diagrams. He can break all Dharma with one sword and can break all strange and unsolvable magical powers."

Sun and Moon Dharma? Breaking the strange magical power?
Ye Wuyou knew the significance of these words. After staring at Lu Caiwei and nodding slightly without denying it, he finally made a decision.

"Let's go together then."

He stretched out his hand toward the girl who was sitting on the ground.

Lu Caiwei nodded slightly, and after slightly avoiding Ye Wuyou's curious and passionate gaze, she held the other's hand.

Although the girl's hands have been holding the sword for many years, the back of her hands are still delicate, white and smooth. The slightly torn sleeves fell down as the girl raised her hands, revealing her slender, boneless and white arms.

As if possessed by a ghost, Ye Wuyou's fingertips slid uncontrollably across the back of Lu Caiwei's hand.

Lu Caiwei suddenly took a deep breath, but did not move.

She tried to stand up, but she felt too weak to move.

Is it a sequelae? After all, this body was previously occupied by the inner demon...

"Wait, wait..." Lu Caiwei wanted to say wait a moment, give herself some time to stand up again.

But he felt a pulling force in his arm, and the next moment, he was leaning against a warm body.

Ye Wuyou carried Lu Caiwei on his back at this moment.

Lu Caiwei looked a little flustered and wanted to loosen her hands, but she heard the man's clear voice in front of her.

"Hold on tight."

So she just stayed still, like a cat curled up on the man.

Xia Anmeng's spirit stood aside, looking left and right at the two of them, pouting, and a trace of loneliness mixed with envy flashed across her illusory and beautiful face.

Finally, it turned into a streak of light and penetrated into the gap between the two people, and no one knew whose body it entered.

Ye Wuyou flicked his toes, leaped high into the air, and stepped toward the sky.

The city of Nanning on the ground was shrinking little by little.

The wind was whistling, but Ye Wuyou blocked it with his Qi, leaving only the cool breeze blowing through the woman's hair, across her pretty face, and gently brushing the hearts of the two.

Lu Caiwei leaned behind Ye Wuyou, holding the black sword tightly in her hand, looking at everything around her, looking at the mountains getting closer and closer in the distance, and feeling the sunlight gently falling from the sky.

He is still here, and so is the Master...

There was a dazed look in the girl's eyes.

At this moment, the man took out a clear and long sword and handed it to her.

Lu Caiwei looked at her lost sword in astonishment.

She is a sword cultivator.

And this is a sword that has accompanied her for many years.

Suddenly, a familiar voice of a man came from the front. The voice was calm, gentle and with a faint smile.

"Don't lose it next time."

(End of this chapter)