After becoming a Taoist partner with my senior sister, my master changed

Chapter 304: Ten Thousand Demons Plain

"It's been a long time since I've seen you so proactive."

Ye Wutan smiled, stretched out his long arms, put his arms around Catwoman's waist, and pulled her towards him, instantly shortening the distance between them.

"Doesn't the Demon King like this from me?"

Catwoman twisted her waist slightly, tilted her head slightly, and her warm breath gently brushed past Ye Wutan's ears.

"Of course I like it, but..."

Behind Catwoman, Ye Wutan slowly raised his hand, with spiritual power lingering in his palm.

However, before he could finish his words, a sharp pain suddenly hit him, his body suddenly stiffened, and the expression on his face froze instantly.

Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, splashing on Catwoman's shoulder, and the bright red bloodstains spread across her snow-white clothes.

Ye Wutan's body lost its support and fell heavily into a pool of blood. His limbs twitched a few times and then he became motionless.

"As the master said, this guy's strength is only one tenth of what it was after he was resurrected."

There was a hint of disdain in Catwoman's voice, and she looked at Ye Wuotan's body with extremely cold eyes.

She waved her hand lightly, and the spiritual power instantly enveloped Ye Wuotan's body. Under the effect of the spiritual power, the body quickly decomposed and turned into powder.

After tidying up her clothes, Catwoman shook her tail behind her and left the bedroom with light steps.

Next, it was her turn to clean up the mess.

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The main battlefield between the human and demon races was filled with deafening cries of killing and thick smoke just now, but now the noise of the battle has stopped, leaving only dead silence.

The battlefield was in a mess. The originally green grass was dyed dark red by the blood. The soil was mixed with blood and minced meat, emitting a disgusting smell.

At this moment, even though the ground was covered with a thick layer of corpses, stacked up layer upon layer, with limbs entangled, more than half of the two tribes still survived.

"..."

Lin Chuan stared blankly at the setting sun in the distance. A breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness and also blowing up his messy hair.

He once asked Li Jun why he didn't destroy the demon race. Li Jun looked solemn as he slowly told him the origin of the Ten Thousand Demons Tomb.

The Tomb of Ten Thousand Demons was originally called the Plain of Ten Thousand Demons. It was the core hinterland of the demon clan. Countless demons lived on the vast plain.

However, the shadow of a genocidal war suddenly loomed, and the mighty ones of both clans came out in full force.

The lights of various powerful magic arrays intertwined, magic weapons poured out like a rainstorm, the roar was deafening, and the space was distorted under this terrifying force.

The brutality of this battle was beyond imagination, and the vast majority of casualties were low-level and mid-level cultivators.

Those who fought hard on the battlefield were as fragile as ants when facing the battles of high-level powerful beings.

Ordinary people were completely powerless to fight back. In this disaster, many people were reduced to ashes along with the town before they even figured out what was happening.

Since the higher the realm of the cultivator, the more difficult it is to obtain offspring, the final result of the war of genocide is likely to be only one, that is, both sides will be exterminated.

Therefore, after the Ten Thousand Demons Plain became the Ten Thousand Demons Tomb and the human race was left in ruins for eight hundred miles, no matter how great the conflict between the two races became, they never started a war of genocide.

"What are you thinking about, Master?"

Ye Xiaoxiao's clear voice rang in his ears, pulling him back from his thoughts.

"nothing."

Lin Chuan shook his head, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he reached out and pinched Ye Xiaoxiao's furry ears.

"Well."

Ye Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes slightly, a comfortable expression appeared on her face, and her tail wagged happily, again and again.

"Where did Xiaoxiao go to train? How did she break through to the Nascent Soul stage so quickly?"

Feeling Ye Xiaoxiao's condensed aura, Lin Chuan couldn't help but ask curiously.

"over there."

Ye Xiaoxiao pointed in the direction of the Ten Thousand Demons Tomb, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, "There is a stone chamber over there..."

She paused, took a deep breath, and began to tell Lin Chuan about her adventures during this period.

"Ran?"

After hearing Ye Xiaoxiao's description, a figure immediately appeared in Lin Chuan's mind.

"Sir, do you know that sister?" Ye Xiaoxiao tilted her head, her eyes full of curiosity.

"You should know him."

Lin Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

"Well."

Ye Xiaoxiao nodded, tilted her head, and shook her ears slightly twice, as if she was thinking about something.

"Ahem, Xiaoxiao, I have something else to do. Can you go play with your sister Jiang?"

Lin Chuan pointed at Jiang Wanying who was chatting with Bai Zhi in the distance, with an unnatural smile on his face.

"What is it? Sir, do you need my help?"

Ye Xiaoxiao blinked in confusion, tilted her head slightly, and her ears twitched twice.

"Xiaoxiao, be good. You don't need help."

Lin Chuan rubbed Ye Xiaoxiao's head. The soft hair and furry ears under his palm made him feel warm in his heart, and a gentle smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

"OK then."

Ye Xiaoxiao rubbed Lin Chuan's palm, and then she reluctantly ran towards where Jiang Wanying was.

After Ye Xiaoxiao left, Lin Chuan quickly ran away. The spiritual power in his hand continuously flowed into the jade pendant on his waist, and the jade pendant suddenly emitted a soft light.

"Qin Lang~"

A gentle and tender voice sounded in Lin Chuan's ears. The voice carried a hint of familiarity and intimacy. Before he could react, he was hugged.

"Be good, I'm here."

Lin Chuan patted Qing Shu's back. Feeling the fragility and dependence of the person in his arms, his tone softened unconsciously.

"Why is Qin Lang willing to miss me now?"

Qingshu's brows were slightly furrowed, her voice was sobbing, and her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, full of resentment and grievance.

"I've always missed my wife."

The warm breath gently brushed past Qingshu's ears. Lin Chuan leaned close to Qingshu's ear, his voice low and gentle, with a hint of tenderness.

"Why is the jade pendant so quiet?"

Qingshu tilted her head slightly, and a blush quietly crept up her fair ears.

"I'm worried about causing you trouble."

Lin Chuan frowned slightly, his eyes full of sincerity and worry.

"I'm not afraid of trouble, and I can protect Qin Lang. As long as Qin Lang misses me, I will appear in front of Qin Lang immediately."

Qing Shu's voice was gentle yet firm, full of affection and longing. She held Lin Chuan's hand tightly, her fingers exerting a little force, as if she was afraid that if she let go, the person in front of her would disappear.

"..."

Lin Chuan was slightly startled. After a brief silence, his voice was filled with concern as he asked softly, "Did my wife get hurt in this battle?"

He turned his head to look at Qingshu, his eyes full of worry, and looked her over carefully.

"Yes, but I don't know where it's hurt. Why don't you come to my place and give me a thorough examination, my husband?"

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