Tang Ya had seen Jiang Nannan's message in Dormitory 109, and the corner of her mouth twitched.
Whirr—
A flash of white light, and Blue Silver Grass, marked with blood-red patterns, appeared in her hand.
"I feel like I got caught in the crossfire."
Tang Ya was already an Evil Spirit Master. She had completed her transformation when she borrowed the Demon Puppet's great power. Devouring life force had merely made her stronger and her Spirit Power purer.
She didn't care what other people thought. As long as her beloved didn't despise her, that was enough.
And things had turned out well. Chu Mo hadn't despised her; he had accepted her. The night before last, with the help of Blue Silver Grass, the two of them had embraced and finally become one.
Tang Ya put away Blue Silver Grass and lay back down, hugging the pillow Chu Mo had rested his head on that day.
"I miss you so much."
They had been apart for less than twenty-four hours, but Tang Ya felt hollow inside. She just wanted to see Chu Mo, hug him, feel his heartbeat, and then kiss him.
Her ten slender fingers hugged the pillow, one above the other. She tightened her arms slightly, pretending the pillow was Chu Mo.
[Chu Mo: Maybe. They've all got pretty unusual ways of thinking.]
[Dong'er is Not a Girl: Just thinking about his face makes me mad. The way he looked at us and the way he acted—you'd think we weren't people, while his disciples were!]
"Oh~"
Meng Hongchen was in the Spirit Tool Laboratory, holding a carving knife in her small hand. She drew patterns as she pondered.
With so many people around, strange things were bound to happen. Who could guarantee that none of their brothers or sisters