My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 193 Ye Qinghong’s Diary
The past is vivid.

Fang Yang knelt on one knee.

Only then did he realize that since he became the Demon Lord, this female disciple, dressed in green robes and with stubborn eyes, had always followed him and never left.

He seemed to see the heavy snow in the sky. After seeing his disciple knock him out in the heavy snow, he secretly carried him to the cave, lit red candles, and planned to spend the night with him in the bridal chamber.

And, suppressing his shyness, he said expressionlessly.

"Master, this disciple doesn't want to lose!"

……

The flames are spreading.

Layers of flames suddenly burned in Fang Yang's abyss-like pupils.

The flames are so restrained and so violent.

The aura on his body is gradually rising,

There is no suppression.

Not even half-hidden.

Boom, boom, boom, between heaven and earth, it suddenly started pouring rain.

Xuan Tiance's move naturally brought about changes in the situation.

Many demon disciples turned pale and felt their breathing became stagnant. It was so painful and tortured.

"Heaven...heaven and earth resonate. This is the realm of unity between heaven and man. The devil has really achieved the unity of nature and man."

A group of people were trembling and letting the rain fall on themselves, causing great pain.

The spiritual energy in his body seemed to be dissipating.

Every drop of rain seemed to be a sword energy, which they could not stop at all.

Some people held up spiritual shields, but as the rain fell, the spiritual shields melted away in just one second.

Some people wanted to escape, but the overwhelming rain had already covered everything, and they had no way to escape.

"Ah! It hurts so much. Please spare us."

"We didn't kill your disciple. We are all innocent."

"Run away, the devil is crazy."

"I can't escape, I have to fight this devil."

"..."

As the rain falls, murderous intent suddenly comes.

The bleak autumn rain represents autumn killing.

No one can be spared from the Autumn Killing.

A famous demon disciple fell down, his body turned into blood, and he died with his eyes open...

Blood dyed the ground red, and the entire second floor of Huanyue Tower was filled with the smell of blood.

It didn't take long for these demonic disciples to be dead and wounded, leaving only some elder protectors still remaining.

Looking at Fang Yang in horror, he looked at the huge Dharma form in the sky.

Rumble!
Rumble!
The Dharma image is still growing, reaching a height of twenty feet, covering the sky and the sun, bathed in the autumn rain, and looks so huge and indifferent.

And above the head of the Dharma, a four-leaf lotus slowly bloomed and was still spinning.

Then...

The four-leaf lotus became five-leaf, and the fifth-leaf lotus finally emerged.

And as the five-leaf lotus blooms.

Fang Yang, who had been kneeling on the ground, finally stood up and placed Ye Qinghong on the ground.

With a wave of his sleeve, a majestic aura enveloped Ye Qinghong directly, enveloping Ye Qinghong so that he would not be harmed by anyone.

The rain is still falling, and the rain is pouring down. This bleak autumn rain represents the cold murderous intention, which can almost destroy everything. The ground is full of blood, and the rain has turned into blood.

Under this violent rainstorm, those demonic disciples finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground one by one, their eyes widened and they refused to close their eyes.

Only the heads of the three major sects are still alive.

Even the tree demons finally couldn't hold on under the violent autumn rain.

He hid in the bath and barely survived under the protection of the bath.

Buzz!
The air was constantly vibrating.

At this moment, Ye Qinghong's body suddenly lit up with a faint light.

Then, a cyan storage bag embroidered with lotus flowers floated up and slowly floated in front of Fang Yang.

Fang Yang just held it and felt that his consciousness could enter the storage bag at will.Apparently, he has become the owner of the storage bag.

This made him stunned for a moment, a little confused, but he quickly came to his senses.

Obviously, this was also Ye Qinghong's operation, or it was a backhand arranged by her.

If something unexpected happens to Ye Qinghong, this storage bag will automatically fly to him with his breath.

"Woooo..."

The autumn wind is bleak, and the rain and autumn wind are mixed together.

Qingying Sword was trembling and whimpering.

The sword gently rubbed its master's cheek, trying to wake him up.

But this was destined to be a useless effort, Ye Qinghong was still lying on the ground, and Qingying Sword could not even feel the breath of his master.

It seems that the owner has completely left.

The storage bag was opened, and there was a small space inside. It was only as small as a cave, but it was very clean. There were all kinds of things in it.

Fang Yang's consciousness entered.

In the corner, I found blue boxes made of bamboo baskets. Inside the boxes were various magical instruments, jewelry, gold, silver, and copper coins.

Moreover, each box has writing on it.

The handwriting is sharp, cold, and stubborn. You can know the owner's character at a glance.

Fang Yang stood silently in the cave, looking at the bamboo box and the words on it.

"The Betrothal Gift for Marrying the Master"

"Money to Buy a House"

"Money for Repairing Flying Tigers"

"Money to Support Master"

"The Money to Have Ten Children"

"Money to buy beautiful clothes to seduce Master"

……

Every handwriting is so neat and serious, which proves how attentive the writer is.

Fang Yang seemed to see an expressionless girl. Under the light, her face was solemn, but she couldn't help but feel joy in her heart. She wrote these words seriously, her cold pool-like eyes full of longing.

Then...

He saw two more books on the cave table.

One of them is The Legend of the Condor Heroes, which seems to have been written down one by one by Ye Qinghong very seriously. There is also a formation on it that can withstand the invasion and corrosion of time.

The other one seemed to be a diary, written by Ye Qinghong.

Fang Yang originally thought that this diary must be full of ridiculous things written by his disciples, such as the wedding process, etc. Who knows...

When he opened the diary, he found that there were only two words in it, and they were repeated, page after page, page after page.

Master!

Master!

Master!

……

Countless masters have recorded them in their diaries,

Other than that, nothing else,
Fang Yang was silent as he held the diary. After being stunned for a long time, he silently placed the diary on the table.

Then...

With a thought, the last trace of his mind returned to his body.

In the heavy rain, he slowly opened his eyes. Although he seemed to have experienced a lot just now, for a practitioner of his level, his spiritual consciousness was as fast as lightning, and it only took a moment.

The cool rain is still falling.

Ye Qinghong's face was so pale.

A figure squatted in front of her, it was Hua Lianyue, her face was pale and her mouth was full of blood.

He looked at his senior sister steadily.

It seemed that the whole world dimmed and turned into black and white.

Master's cold but angry words echoed in his ears.

"All three sects of the Demonic Way must die today!"

(End of this chapter)