At this point, Qing'er's lowered eyes were filled with a wave of thoughts, and a smiling face appeared in her mind, with soft eyes like the warm sun of spring.

That smile had once rescued the cold little snake from the endless hell, allowing her to truly feel... the taste of warmth that was too luxurious for her.

"Master... Qing'er is sorry, she can no longer accompany you..." Was Qing'er afraid of death? Of course, she was! At that time, in the ancient formation, for the sake of her obsession, to avoid dying so humbly, she even humbled herself to beg a mortal, willing to recognize him as her master.

At that time, she thought of nothing but survival! Only by living could she have the chance to seek revenge! Only then could she make these lofty gods taste the flavor of pain! The hope might be slim, but it was there... However, she herself did not expect that a temporary act of recognizing a master would completely immerse her, a demon who had cultivated for so many years, into the gentle embrace of that boy!

She even once thought that as long as she could be with her master, just transforming into a little snake and hiding on him every day, this life would be enough! What revenge, what obsession... Compared to her master, it really didn't matter... So much so that when this old witch made such a suggestion, she almost refused without thinking.

She would no longer recognize a second person as her master for the sake of survival... She would always be, and could only be, her master's little snake! "Tsk—tsk—are the young people nowadays so ungrateful? It really makes me look at them in a new light..." The thin figure waved her right hand, and the branches that bound Qing'er brought her before the old woman.

Now her abdomen was pierced by branches, the oozing blood staining her green dress red, and it was still dripping blood, a shocking sight.

The old woman looked at Qing'er, licked her lips, her eyes revealing an uncontrollable greed.

She slowly raised her hand, reaching towards Qing'er's face... Qing'er looked at the approaching withered arm with a look of disgust.

But now her snake gallbladder was locked, her demon power completely sealed, she could not make any effective resistance, she could only try to turn her face away, not to look at that big hand with a sense of decay.

Just as it touched Qing'er's skin, the old woman could no longer suppress the hunger in her stomach, her fingers turned into claws, pulling Qing'er's hair to the right, exposing her slender neck.

The branches that entangled Qing'er tightened again, cutting off all means of resistance from Qing'er, and only then did the old woman completely relax, tremblingly extending her head, her sharp fangs biting down... This scene was somewhat like those bloodthirsty zombies smelling fresh blood.

From Qing'er's furrowed brows, it was not hard to see that she was now facing intense pain, as the blood was slowly drained from her body, her small face becoming increasingly pale... And the old woman, nourished by the blood, was also undergoing a huge change... Her wrinkled and withered arm gradually became tight and smooth, as if she had suddenly become decades younger!

After an unknown amount of time, the old woman, who had absorbed a large amount of blood, transformed from a dying person into a slightly thin middle-aged woman.

Feeling the vigorous vitality in her body, she became even more greedy, biting Qing'er's neck with no intention of letting go, as if she wanted to completely drain the blood from the girl's body before she would stop! Qing'er closed her eyelids, seemingly having completely given up resistance... choosing to quietly wait for death.

Seeing this, the old woman's always gray eyes flashed with a strange light... At that moment, a figure wrapped in black mist suddenly flew out from the stone coffin under the soul tree.

The black shadow quietly flew up along the tree trunk, silently reaching... behind Qing'er! At this time, the black mist on its body dispersed, revealing a black bat.

The old woman was still sucking blood, seemingly completely unaware of the existence of this black bat... The bat flew closer and closer, finally hovering behind Qing'er's head, until at this moment, the bat could no longer suppress the ecstasy in its heart, transforming into a black light, drilling towards Qing'er's back head! And at this time, the old woman, who had been "enjoying" the blood, also let go of her mouth, seeing the bat about to succeed, her thin face could not help but show joy! Body! Now there was nothing to stop her from getting this body! Such a half-dead life was finally coming to an end! I, the Ghost Wing Demon Saint, am finally resurrected! However... she was still too happy too soon... Because, the moment she let go of her mouth, Qing'er's always closed eyes suddenly opened! Inside, the originally golden vertical pupils turned crimson at this moment, filled with endless chill! The bat, full of the perfect body in front of it, did not notice that Qing'er's body, which had not reacted at all when being sucked of blood, was suddenly covered with green scales, and under each scale, there was... a flash of lightning! Yes, it was the lightning that Qing'er had in the wind and thunder...