Chapter 66 Return

  In the Ming Dynasty, poet Zhang Chao said: "The so-called beauty is like a flower in appearance, like a bird in voice, like the moon in spirit, like willow in temperament, like jade in bone, like ice and snow in skin, like autumn water in posture, and like poetry in heart. I have no regrets." However, Guo Ming felt that the girl in front of him was worthy of these descriptions, even though she was a despicable witch. Despite this, he couldn't bring himself to kill her.

  Especially on Zi Yu's body, there is a kind of demonic aura that is unique to demonic cultivators, making her a contradictory entity. She herself is a demonic cultivator, but upon closer inspection, it can be seen that her divine abilities and immortal techniques are similar to those of the Xian family - calm, peaceful, and unremarkable. Yet now she sticks out her cherry-like tongue and smiles slyly like a seductive female demon.

  The other party is of the same level as his own grandmother, Guo Ming constantly comforts himself in his mind, using this to defend against the other's temptation. He naturally knows that if he is a little unscrupulous, it is very likely that he will be handed over here.

  Zi Yu seemed somewhat unexpected, her jade finger lightly tracing a line on Guo Ming's intact and unblemished face, which was then lightly slashed open, followed by a wave of stinging pain. Two lines of bloody gashes appeared on his face, with fresh blood flowing down his cheeks and soon reaching his lips.

  "It smells a bit fishy," Guo Ming said lightly.

  "Do you still know pain? Zi Yu's face leaned close to Guo Ming, her misty eyes staring tightly at him, her lips only a few inches away from his face."

  Her soft breath blew onto Guo Ming's face, causing all the hairs on his body to stand up. Although she had a fragrance like orchids on her body, Guo Ming couldn't help but feel that he was unable to enjoy this extraordinary woman. Damn it, she really is a sorceress.

  "Self, naturally," Guo Ming trembled. This was not fear, but his strong self-control to resist the temptation of the witch. In front of her, Guo Ming became like a naive and innocent young boy, with very weak willpower.

  "Then I'll give you a massage," Zi Yu said softly.

  Her jade-like fingers lightly touched Guo Ming's face, her jade fingers scraped off the flowing blood on Guo Ming's face, put it on the tip of her tongue and licked it, then smiled at Guo Ming. Guo Ming only felt his spirit stunned, everything around him disappeared, leaving only Purple Rain. Suddenly his eyes became extremely hot, his throat was swallowing saliva, his hands lifted and fell, fell and picked up again.

  In the end, desire conquered reason and Guo Ming rushed forward.

  With a thud, the purple rain in front of Guo Ming disappeared and shattered, and Guo Ming heavily fell to the ground. Lifting his head to look, Purple Rain was sitting on the lotus platform, her body having moved over at some point.

  Everything from just now was an illusion.

  Guo Ming looked up at the sky and burst out laughing, after which tears streamed down his face. He felt a deep sense of shame, that as a proud cultivator, he was humiliated by a demoness in such a way, it was something he could not tolerate no matter what.

  On one knee on the ground, his right hand heavily slammed onto the ground, he didn't use any magical power, instantly the ground was stained with fresh blood. Guo Ming seemed to be unaware of it, raised his head and looked at him coldly, saying "Why humiliate me like this?"

  "Back then, Han Xin could endure temporary humiliation, why can't you? Am I bullying you?" Zi Yu said with a smile. Although she was smiling, Guo Ming saw coldness and ridicule in her eyes.

  "Han Xin's actions back then were not something I could agree with. A great man born in this world should stand tall and upright. Indeed, your magical powers are far superior to mine, and I am no match for you now. But that doesn't mean I won't be able to deal with you in the future. Are you daring enough to give me a hundred years' time?" Guo Ming said with hatred in his voice.

  "A hundred years? I'll give you a thousand years, what's the difference? Zi Yu said disdainfully. However, since you've said that, I'll give you this chance. A hundred years later, I'll be waiting for you. If you lose, I'll kill everyone around you."

  Guo Ming nodded calmly and said, "Then send me out now."

  "Are you asking me? Zi Yu has finally found a fun thing, and naturally doesn't want to let go of an opportunity to hit Guo Ming easily."

  "Yes, I beg you to let me out," said Guo Ming in response.

  Zi Yu didn't expect the other party's tone to be so light and casual, suddenly feeling uninteresting, waved his hand, Guo Ming felt dizzy for a moment, and the next moment he was already above the deep pool of ten thousand feet.

  In June, the weather is changeable. In the morning, it was still sunny and clear, but in a twinkling of an eye, thunder rumbled and heavy rain poured down.

  Shui Mengyao anxiously gazed at the weather outside, today was really worrisome, she had even forgotten to bring an umbrella. What could be done? She still sat in her seat next to Guo Ming, nowadays school didn't have much going on, every day was just exams.

  Guo Ming has been missing for ten days, and it seems that there is no possibility of survival. After the initial grief to occasional nostalgia now, Shui Mengyao can control her emotions. In fact, nothing is truly permanent, originally thought she would walk with Guo Ming until old age, inseparable in life and death. Although Guo Ming never promised anything to herself, she made such an oath. When she knew that Guo Ming had no chance of survival, she was grief-stricken, thinking her world would collapse. But since Grandfather taught the family's ultimate skill, she shifted her sorrow to martial arts.

  Martial arts can travel a thousand miles in one day, but Guo Ming will never come back again.

  Silently lying on the table, Guo Ming's shadow seemed to appear again in Shui Mengyao's eyes, that transformed boy who read books without any regard for his own gaze, that prince who suddenly appeared and saved her when she was most desperate. Unfortunately, everything can't be returned.

  As she thought about it, Shui Mengyao suddenly remembered Chen Ziyu, the spoiled daughter of the Chen family. When she heard the news of Guo Ming's death, her face turned pale in an instant, as if she had lost something important, and left dejectedly.

  Originally, she also liked Guo Ming in her heart, which was Shui Mengyao's inference. However, what she didn't understand was Chen Ziyu's true intention. Chen Ziyu was heartbroken because once she lost Guo Ming, she couldn't hide it anymore. If you say she had feelings for Guo Ming, that's nonsense; at most, you could say she had some good impressions of him.

  Mr. Li walked alone on the forest path, seeing a figure in the distance. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he shook his head, reminding himself of his age. Guo Ming, that student was already dead, an indisputable fact. He held the student's school ID card in his hand. According to school regulations, once a student had an accident, all their belongings would be sealed away.

  Alas, what a good student he is. I misjudged him before and didn't expect him to be a real dark horse. If I had paid more attention to him back then, it's possible that he might have surpassed Shui Mengyao by now. What's the point of thinking about this now? Time that has passed cannot be chased after, what's the use of my regret?

  When he was about to reach the back of that person, Mr. Li still couldn't help but call out to Guo Ming in a low voice.

  But then the man slowly turned around and softly laughed: "Teacher Li, are you calling me?"