Jing Yu left two secret methods of the demon race, and let Sheng Qingshu figure it out by herself during the day, and whenever the moon rose, she used the abundant aura to help her run the internal force according to the secret method.

The Land of Yin is the most perfect place for Sheng Qingshu to cultivate now, and with Jing Yu's help, in just two months, Sheng Qingshu has cultivated a temporary body.

Jing Yu even taught her a set of swordsmanship, Sheng Qingshu didn't dare to be negligent, and she was not as serious as she is when she was in school in the past.

It should be said that Jing Yu is really a good teacher, considering that she has no strength, the swordsmanship she teaches is mainly based on surprise attacks and stabs, and does not rely entirely on physical strength.

When Sheng Qingshu was able to hold out more than ten moves under Jing Yu, Jing Yu was finally willing to let her out.

The two of them were eating the meals they bought from Yunhelou at the table, and since she knew that she liked it, Jingyu almost moved Yunhelou back.

If it weren't for the fear of the chef's fear, Jing Yu would almost have tied up a cook and came back.

"By the way, Yingying, I'm going to leave for a few days, the old guy of the demon lord Xuanling has caused trouble and wants me to clean up the mess for him."

Jing Yu told again, "You are in the Demon Realm during this time, if you are bored, I will let you take you around, don't run around." ”

Sheng Qingshu nodded, "Then how long will you come back, I really want to go to the world for a while." ”

"I don't know, if you really want to go, you must be secret, you don't have a body temperature and heartbeat yet, I'm afraid that it will be bad for you if someone with a heart knows about it."

Sheng Qingshu touched his chest again, although he had cultivated his physical body, he still had no heartbeat and body temperature.

The most familiar body, but it is always cold.

Seeing her lonely look, Jing Yu couldn't help but reach out and touch her hair.

"It's okay Yingying, I'll come back and take you to have a good time, this time I'll go to the demon world to find that old thing, he must have a way."

Sheng Qingshu's body froze, but his head subconsciously avoided his hand.

After getting along for so long, she can understand what Jing Yu means.

He never mentions sacrifices, always gives himself a gentle and cheerful side, and tries his best to give himself the best, but for Sheng Qingshu now, she doesn't want this.

She has ever had the most beautiful love, but it was also this love that ruined everything.

Sheng Qingshu kept her head down, and Jing Yu's hand froze there.

"Jing Yu, no, I should actually call you Lord Lord."

"Yingying, you are..."

"Lord of the Demons." Sheng Qingshu raised her head and looked into Jing Yu's eyes.

"May I beg you not to call me Yingying, I hate the name, and I hate myself now."

"I don't want anything but revenge, I don't have a heart, I don't have a body temperature, and I don't have feelings."

Jing Yu's eyes flickered, wet, as if they were tears, but they didn't come down.

"I'm so grateful to you, so I'm willing to give my soul to you, you don't have to do so much for me in the future, I really can't afford to pay it back."

After speaking, Sheng Qingshu turned her head and stopped looking at her.

Jing Yu lowered his hand, was silent for a long time, and finally walked out without saying anything, leaving Sheng Qingshu to sit alone.

From this day on, Jing Yu really disappeared, and even with 1122 disappeared.

The other people in the Demon Realm had already been ordered, and they were not allowed to shake in front of Sheng Qingshu if they had nothing to do.

On the third day of lying in the sea of flowers and counting the stars, Sheng Qingshu couldn't help it, she wanted to go to the world for a turn.

casually pinched a stealth trick, and through the handover between the demon world and the human world, Sheng Qingshu finally returned to the most familiar human world.

Walking on Suzaku Street, the city is extremely prosperous, the street is brightly lit, and the shouts of small vendors on both sides of the road come and go.

The children on the street were chasing and laughing with all kinds of lanterns, Sheng Qingshu gradually became fascinated by it, but suddenly heard someone talking about Pei Yi's name.

Following the source of the voice, Sheng Qingshu walked to a teahouse, where the storyteller was concentrating on the script.

"The son of the Pei family was born with red lips and white teeth, and the prince was the young master, but he invited himself to go to the bitter cold place of Los Angeles to guard the city for three years, eat and live with the soldiers in Los Angeles, and even personally went to the fields to cultivate livestock for the benefit of the people, which is why today's Los Angeles is prosperous."

"Mrs. Pei has a deceased wife, who is a princess of the previous dynasty, but unfortunately she died young, and Mrs. Pei was deeply in love and never remarried in her life...."

Affectionate? These four words exploded in Sheng Qingshu's mind like thunder, and in his anger, he had no intention of listening to what the storyteller said.

Fake! It's all fake! Sheng Qingshu shouted in his heart, why is a ruthless and unrighteous person like Pei Yi admired and passed down through the ages?

It seemed that a fire was burning in Sheng Qingshu's heart, and she couldn't control it anymore, so she moved her steps and walked in the direction of the palace.

With her memory, Sheng Qingshu found the palace and flew to the top, she had never stood at such a high place to observe the palace, which was once her home.

The roof is covered with golden glazed tiles with green trimmings, so it doesn't look bright even at night.

The palace seems to be holding a wedding, red as far as the eye can see, and the phoenix on the eaves carved of sandalwood spreads its wings.

Under the cornices hang red lanterns, which are also decorated with gold threads and painted with auspicious patterns.

Sheng Qingshu was stunned, and looked along the crowd of people who greeted her relatives, and a group of people dressed in gorgeous clothes walked out of the hall.

Looking through the window, there was a young girl sitting in the hall, dressed in a bright red wedding dress.

Through the hijab, I couldn't see her expression clearly, but Sheng Qingshu could imagine it.

It must be joy and anxiety, like the original self, with hope for the future.

It was the wedding I was looking forward to day and night, and I used to sit alone in the house like this, waiting for my husband to lift the hijab and love him for the rest of his life.

Even though the Pei family's affairs had already come out at that time, Pei Yi still agreed to marry him, thinking that it was a matter of affection and love, but he didn't want to be a foreshadowing.

That day, I didn't realize that Pei Yi's gentle smile was with a hint of sadness, and he was so ambitious hidden under the mask of the perfect husband.

A gust of cold wind woke Sheng Qingshu up, and for some reason, Sheng Qingshu smelled a familiar smell in this wind, like Pei Yi's taste.

It is the fragrance of jasmine, and I used to like to put the dried jasmine in the sachet that Pei Yi carried with him.

Following this smell, Sheng Qingshu jumped on the roof, and soon came to a courtyard in the far corner of the palace.

There was no one on duty in the courtyard of Nuoda, and unlike the lanterns outside, this courtyard was not arranged at all.

Sheng Qingshu walked into the room, and there was a Taishi chair in the hall, and an old man sat on it.

The man was full of gorgeous hair and gray beard, and it was clearly Pei Yi's face, but he was already old.

Sheng Qingshu was speechless in shock, the old man seemed to be dozing, but he muttered to himself.

"Warbler... Warbler .." It was her maiden name that was shouted.

Xu heard the footsteps, and the man woke up slowly, but when he saw Sheng Qingshu, he was confused.

"Who are you? Who sent you? Seeing that Lone didn't kneel? ”

"You don't know me? Pei Yi, you keep reading my name and dare to say that you don't know me? ”

Sheng Qingshu almost roared and said this, only to see that the old man's eyes were clear for a moment, and he tilted his head and swallowed before he could say anything.

Dead, Pei Yi is dead.

Sheng Qingshu trembled and stepped forward to probe his snort, unable to believe that Pei Yi died in front of him like this.

Hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and Sheng Qingshu could only go through the window even if she was puzzled.