The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Chapter 1237: Ming, Am I Very Selfish?

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Qiong Qi hurriedly looked back and saw Yan Ye coming over. He hurriedly went over and raised his hand to stop Yan Ye in surprise.

To his surprise, Yan Ye didn’t flare up. Instead, he glanced in the direction where Beiting Huang had left. There was a faint smell of blood in the air, making Yan Ye’s heart sink. His voice was as cold as the wind from hell. “How is she?”

Qiong Qi was also in a bad mood. He took a deep breath and lowered his head. “Master, the Devil Queen is so smart. She has the refinement notes left behind by our Master. No matter what day it is, as long as she is willing to learn, she will be able to learn it. Before the heaven-sent blood contract is broken, why don’t you let me and Bai Ze protect the Devil Queen?”

It meant that Yan Ye shouldn’t follow Beiting Huang or meet her again.

Xuan Wu and Bi Fang were very shocked. Qiong Qi actually dared to speak to their master like this. They had been by their master’s side for more than ten thousand years and were very clear about their master’s feelings for the Devil Queen. They could not bear to separate for even a second. Now that they were living together in a city, wouldn’t it be courting death for their master to not meet the Devil Queen again?

Unexpectedly, Yan Ye looked in the direction in front of him for a while and nodded slowly. He turned around and left without saying a word.

However, his back looked very bleak.

When the four of them saw this, a sour feeling surged in their hearts. It was like what happened ten thousand years ago, when the Devil Queen was reduced to ashes. They saw two streams of tears flowing down the Devil Emperor’s eyes. Ten thousand years of vicissitudes began from that moment.

Beiting Huang ran for a long time before her blood forced its way back. She was a little exhausted and stopped by a lake. Red spider lilies bloomed in patches. She rolled into the flowers and pressed down, lying in the sea of red spider lilies.

“Ten thousand years, ten thousand years. If I have to endure the pain that lasted ten thousand years until now, why can’t I take back my memories from ten thousand years ago?” Beiting Huang lay in the sea of flowers and looked at the white clouds in the sky. She could feel that Qiong Qi and Bai Ze were watching her from afar, probably worried about her safety.

“Ming, are you there?” Two tears fell from the corners of Beiting Huang’s eyes. “Ming, what will happen if the heaven-sent blood contract is broken? If I want to take back the memories from ten thousand years ago, what should I do?”

It had been a long time since Ming’s voice sounded in her sea of consciousness, but Beiting Huang believed that Ming had heard it. He just didn’t want to answer her for the time being.

“I think that no matter who I ask, they won’t tell me!” Beiting Huang laughed self-deprecatingly. “But no matter what the consequences are, compared to having to marry the crown prince of the Spirit God Race, I’d rather bear the unknown and terrifying consequences. Ming, am I very selfish?”

Ming sighed heavily. His usual cold voice sounded in Beiting Huang’s sea of consciousness with an undetectable gentleness. “No, Huang, you’re not selfish! You just followed your heart’s choice.” He sighed. “You’ll soon know the consequences of breaking the heaven-sent blood contract. If you want to take back the memories from ten thousand years ago, it’s not that there’s no way, but it’ll be very painful!”

“How painful will it be?” Beiting Huang was not afraid and asked indifferently.

“It’s a hundred times more painful than you contracting with me and enduring the forging of the Nine-colored Nirvana Fire!” There was a heavy tone in Ming’s voice. He had never thought of telling her about this. Her memories from ten thousand years ago were much lighter than enduring this kind of pain. However, as Beiting Huang’s intrinsic contractor, he could not lie to her. No matter what choice she made, he would stand behind her and support her.