Fairy, help me practice

　"Qinger!"

　Lu Qing turned around and found that it was his mother calling him.

　She was unwilling to agree and didn't want to see her.

　Because she remembered the embarrassment she had experienced in the inn before, and felt ashamed of the spring water that kept splashing.

　How could this be possible? How could this be possible in front of him and his mother?

　Or, how could I fantasize about him? He should belong to my mother...

　Thinking of this, Lu Qing suddenly found that he hated his mother a little.

　She's obviously too old to be a good match for him...

　"Yes! You are the one who is truly suitable for him."

　A bewitching voice sounded in Lu Qing's ears, but she didn't think there was anything wrong. She nodded and sighed helplessly.

　Maybe it was her own fault.

　If I hadn't been so ignorant as to regard him as my imaginary enemy, if I had been more clear-headed and realized how high his realm was and lowered my arrogant head... If I hadn't been shocked by the sight of him fighting the giant snake on Zizhu Mountain.

　in case……

　He is really reliable, right?

　"Yes, even now, he is looking for you!"

　The voice in my ears rang again.

　A warm feeling surged in Lu Qing's heart, and he wanted to look back and find Chen Yao.

　"No, no, no, he's not behind anymore, he's in front, look."

　A clay hand guided Lu Qing's gaze, and Lu Qing followed the hand to look.

　Chen Yao was standing fifty steps away, so close that he would be able to find her if she made a little noise.

　She was reluctant to make any sound; she wanted to walk to his side before he discovered her.

　However, the unnecessary pride in her heart made her feel very embarrassed.

　But a figure threw himself into Chen Yao's arms before her.

　The two of them started kissing each other.

　Mother!

　Lu Qing watched her rubbing and sucking Chen Yao in a lewd manner, and his heart was filled with anger.

　"Kill her, kill her, and Chen Yao will be yours and mine. As long as we bring Chen Yao back to the Demon King, the Demon King will reward us..."

　The voice in her ear tempted her.

　Lu Qing frowned slightly: "Demon Lord?"

　"Yes, that's right, Demon King. I smell the Demon King's scent on him. He must be the servant that the Lord wants. Now all the direct descendants of the Demon King who were dormant in the South China Sea have awakened, and only I have the best chance of gaining the Lord's favor, because of him! We are one."

　The voice gradually faded, and a sword was stuffed into Lu Qing's hand.

　The hilt of the sword was still stained with sticky blood and mud.

　She couldn't care less. There was only grievance and resentment in her heart, so she picked up her sword and walked towards Chen Yao's mother who was squatting and groaning.

　"Qinger!"

　I don't know where my mother's anxious cry came from again.

　Lu Qing's sword stopped in mid-air.

　She remembered her childhood.

　When she was a child, her mother and daughter depended on each other for survival. Her mother suffered a lot for her, not having enough food to eat every day and living on the edge of a knife every day.

　She was well cared for.

　She recalled the scene of treating her mother's injuries under the lamp.

　The dim light flickered, and the narrow and cramped little house was filled with the smell of bloody towels scalded by boiling water and the smell of wound medicine.

　That was the only taste of the hardest years of her life.

　My mother killed people for humans and for immortals. She was injured almost every time and was covered in blood every time she came home.

　But she never cried out in pain.

　Lu Qing searched his memories carefully and found that his mother never cried out in pain.

　She just asked Lu Qing to bandage her wounds, and at the same time she passionately talked about the wonderful aspects of the battle, because Lu Qing liked to listen.

　Lu Qing now thought about it, what he had initially considered to be the most exciting part was actually the dangerous part where his mother almost lost her life...

　"Clang!"

　The sword in her hand fell

　She squatted on the ground, holding her head and crying.

　The figures of Lu Dan and Chen Yao disappeared without a trace.

　"Idiot! Bastard! A hopeless piece of mud!"

　The clay sculpture appeared in a rage, its hands dripping with mud pointing viciously at Lu Qing.

　Lu Qing suddenly grabbed the sword in his hand and stabbed it into the heart of the clay sculpture.

　The black and white eyes of the clay sculpture were wide open, and I didn't understand how she suddenly regained consciousness.

　"No, as an evil spirit, how could you understand? Mother is the most important person in my heart. No one can replace her, and no one can provoke her. This is my Achilles' heel. If you dare to criticize me, you will die!"

　Lu Qing gritted his teeth and twisted the sword that was stabbed into the heart of the clay sculpture.

　The clay sculpture opened its eyes wide, opened its mouth in pain, and a large amount of mud poured out of its mouth.

　Then it laughed "haha" and looked a little crazy.

　"You think you can kill me?"

　The clay sculpture suddenly stretched out its arms and hugged Lu Qing.

　Lu Qing did not feel its touch, but only felt a chill like a bush of snakes rising from the soles of his feet to his sides.

　"Qing'er——"

　The mother's anxious cries and the sounds of fighting with swords slashing across the air were getting closer and closer.

　The darkness in front of Lu Qing's eyes became thicker and thicker.

　She knew that this might be the last time she would hear her mother's voice.

　She gripped the hilt of the sword unwillingly and tried her best to send out the last wisp of sword energy.

　The clay sculpture laughed at her overestimation of her own abilities.

　Lu Qing was enveloped in darkness and coldness.

Chapter 360 Yun Jiang’s Plan

　Chen Yao broke through the darkness, sword energy running wild, and saw that the clay sculpture was quickly wrapping around Lu Qing's body.

　"Lu Qing!"

　His two swords spun and slashed into the center of the clay sculpture.

　The clay sculpture gushed out more mud, but was not affected at all. It looked up at him and smiled.

　"She is mine now. You will be my Lord soon."

　A hint of disgust flashed in Chen Yao's eyes. He drew back his swords and summoned the mirror, intending to put it away first and then think of a solution.

　The silver light from the mirror swept over the body of the clay sculpture, but the clay sculpture did not move at all.

　"It's useless. Now that I've swallowed her body, it's like I've dropped an anchor in the world of mortals, making it stable."

　"Really?"

　Four chess pieces, two black and two white, fell from the sky and were neatly arranged around the clay sculpture.

　Yu Yun landed lightly beside Chen Yao and smiled at him: "At this critical moment, you still need some help, right? This..."

　She stretched her chin toward the clay sculpture and continued, "This freeloader can't help you solve this problem."

　Chen Yao looked at the chess pieces on the ground: "Let's save Lu Qing first!"

　Yu Yun glared at him: "I'm helping you, I don't owe you anything!"

　"I didn't ask you to."

　Chen Yao took off the green gourd and planned to try using the Yuan Gourd Cave Heaven, perhaps he could even provoke Jiu Luo to take action.

　Yu Yun, however, took the initiative and said, "You are such a heartless person!"

　The four chess pieces emitted light, some of which was clear light and some was sword light.

　At first, the clay sculpture didn't think anything of it, and felt that Chen Yao was disrespectful for flirting with a woman while fighting with him, so he planned to teach them a lesson.

　But soon, it discovered that it no longer had the ability to make others suffer.

　Chen Yao's sword energy could not hurt it, but the sword energy in the chess piece was constantly invading its origin.

　"what is this?"

　It roared angrily at Yu Yun.

　Yu Yun was at her ease, lifting her white jade foot to pluck a blade of grass from the sole. "The South China Sea is about to be devastated, and the Demon Sect is rising again. This is just an appetizer I prepared for you."

　The clay sculpture was now in extreme pain: "You deserve to die!"

　It struggled, trying to wrap up Lu Qing's body and escape, but found that the clear light emitted by the four chess pieces had already condensed into a solid cage.

　"Asshole! Bitch!"

　The clay sculpture looked at Chen Yao fiercely, stretched out its hand, and the mud in its palm turned into a bloody mud thorn. The mud on its chest dissipated, revealing Lu Qing's round and tender pink body.

　It pressed the mud thorn against Lu Qing's chest: "Do you want her to die?"

　Yu Yun's expression changed and he cursed inwardly as if he was shameless.

　She looked at Chen Yao, and as long as Chen Yao asked her to release the cage, she would do so.

　But Chen Yao just looked at the clay sculpture quietly for a while, closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and hooked his fingers.

　"what--"

　The clay sculpture's chest suddenly exploded, and the mud that covered Lu Qing's entire body fled like crazy like a worm.

　Yu Yun waved, and the cage sent Lu Qing out.

　Chen Yao caught her and swung out two swords, turning the violently surging mud into ashes.

　Yu Yun was still worried, so he clasped his palms together, pressed the cage down, and suddenly increased the sword energy. The sound of scraping and scraping was endless.

　After a while, the four chess pieces and the clear light cage shrank into Yu Yun's palm.

　"Let it whittle away for a while, so as not to cut the grass without removing the roots."

　Chen Yao nodded and transferred spiritual energy to Lu Qing. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that she was safe and sound.

　Lu Qing woke up slowly and found herself lying in Chen Yao's arms with her cheeks flushed.

　She looked around: "Where's that thing?"

　"Don't worry, it's already destroyed. Thanks to the sword energy you planted in its chest, I was able to sense it and make use of it when it was released..." Chen Yao looked at Lu Qing's glaring face.

　Lu Qing lowered his head.

　She found herself holding an upside-down jade bowl, her face flushed red, but apart from shyness, she didn't feel any other discomfort.

　"Still...won't you cover it for me..."

　Chen Yao smiled and helped her pull up her clothes. His fingertips inevitably touched her soft and smooth skin, which felt different from her mother's.

　"Qinger!"

　The clay sculpture disappeared, the illusion failed, and Lu Dan ran over. Seeing Lu Qing who was temporarily unable to move, tears streamed down his face. He ran over regardless of everything and hugged her in his arms.

　Seeing the concern and anxiety in her mother's eyes, Lu Qing burst into tears.