Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Chapter 12 Your Fate is in My Own Hands, Not in the Heavens

Li Tianran grabbed Shen Qing's hair and lifted her up from the ground.

Shen Qing winced in pain, glaring at Li Tianran with a mixture of hatred and fear in her eyes.

Her Taoist robe was stained with mud and blood, and her hair was disheveled.

Li Tianran frowned.

"It's so dirty, how can you sleep in my bed?"

Shen Qing was stunned for a moment.

"Who wants to sleep with you?"

Li Tianran didn't answer. Instead, he used another basin to scoop water from the water vat and brought it to her.

"Wash yourself clean. Take off your clothes."

Shen Qing's face turned bright red.

"Don't even think about it!"

Li Tianran didn't say anything, he just looked at her.

Shen Qing's body started moving on its own.

He took off his Taoist robe and his inner garment, leaving himself completely naked.

She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and squatted down by the basin.

The water reflected off her, making her appear dazzlingly white.

Li Tianran glanced at it indifferently, then turned around and went to the stove to boil water.

An orange-red fire shone in the woodshed.

Shen Qing squatted by the basin and wiped her body with a damp cloth.

The water was warm and felt comfortable on her body, but she felt terrible inside.

She was a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but now she was being controlled by a blood slave and forced to take a bath.

The water was splashing, and her ears turned red.

After she finished washing, she had no clothes to wear.

Li Tianran took away the dirty clothes, washed them, and hung them to dry by the stove.

She stood naked by the stove, the firelight warming her, but she was shivering all over.

After taking a shower, Li Tianran changed into clean clothes, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Shen Qing stood by the stove, warming herself by the fire.

The fire is very small. The clothes won't dry for a while.

She was shivering with cold and subconsciously glanced at Li Tianran's bed.

Although the woodshed was dilapidated, the sleeping area was kept clean and tidy.

The quilt was neatly folded, a small pile of firewood was stacked next to the stove, and the water vat was full.

She doesn't seem like a blood slave; she seems more like an ordinary person living her life.

She wanted to go to the bed, but the blood slave was lying on it.

She didn't want to go.

We can't go.

Shen Qing endured the cold wind, constantly telling herself the same thing.

The fire was getting smaller and smaller, and the firewood in the stove was almost gone.

A cold draft seeped in through the crack in the door and blew on her bare skin. She started to sneeze.

My head started to spin, and my eyelids felt heavier and heavier.

She knew she couldn't hold on much longer.

Her spiritual power was sealed, she was injured, and she had been tormented for a day. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and no different from an ordinary person.

If you keep being exposed to cold wind like this, you will lose body temperature.

Hypothermia will kill you.

She doesn't want to die.

Shen Qing hesitated for a moment.

Finally, gritting his teeth, he walked to the bedside, lifted a corner of the blanket, and crawled inside.

The quilt is very thick.

Instantly, she felt warm all over.

The bed was clean and had a faint, pleasant fragrance. She huddled on the edge of the bed, trying not to touch him.

But his body temperature was like a furnace; you could feel it even through her clothes. Her shivering body slowly warmed up.

She had just closed her eyes when Li Tianran rolled over. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

Shen Qing froze, covered her mouth, and didn't make a sound.

His arm was pressed against her waist, his rough palms burning her skin like a branding iron.

Shen Qing could feel her heart pounding like a drum, and her ears turning bright red.

She dared not open her eyes.

She didn't know when she fell asleep.

She only remembered that his body temperature was very warm, so warm that she didn't want to move.

……

The next day.

Li Tianran woke up first.

He looked down at the woman in his arms, her breathing even.

He didn't move; he had certainly felt the softness in his arms last night.

woman?

He has no time to think about anything else but escaping the Blood Spirit Sect alive.

He gently withdrew his arm and got out of bed.

The fire by the stove had long since gone out, and the woodshed was chilly.

Li Tianran took Shen Qing's clothes off the bamboo pole, touched them, and found they were dry.

He grabbed the clothes and threw them by the bed, then slapped Shen Qing across the face.

"Get up. Put it on."

Shen Qing opened her eyes, feeling a sharp pain on her face. She was furious, but dared not say anything.

She saw him standing in front of her, and then she saw herself naked and huddled under the covers. Her face flushed instantly.

"Turn around!"

Li Tianran didn't move, but threw the clothes on her.

"Put them on."

Shen Qing gritted her teeth and dressed herself under the covers.

Her Taoist robe was dry, so she tied her belt and tidied her hair.

Li Tianran walked to the stove and took out two talismans from the basin.

This is something I secretly put in the water to soak before going to bed last night. It soaked overnight and turned a dark purple color with a pattern as dense as a spider web. It shimmered slightly in the morning light.

It was soaked overnight longer than the previous one, and the patterns on it are now more intricate.

This photo was specially prepared for Zhao Ling.

I wonder how effective the control will be?

Let's test it on Shen Qing first. If it doesn't work, we'll continue soaking and strengthening it.

He only has one chance to deal with Zhao Ling.

If you fail, the consequence is death, and then you become fertilizer.

Thinking about it.

Li Tianran walked up to Shen Qing.

"Hand out."

Shen Qing stared at Li Tianran warily, full of resistance.

"What do you want to do to me now?"

However, he possessed a strengthened Blood Slave Talisman.

She had to reach out her hand.

Without saying a word, Li Tianran directly stuck the new talisman on the back of her hand.

The moment the talisman was pasted on, Shen Qing's body stiffened abruptly.

Her eyes widened, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

It wasn't the same feeling of her body not moving as before, but a deeper one. Her consciousness was still there, but the moment the thought of raising her hand arose, her hand was already raised.

The words of insult she wanted to say were on the tip of her tongue when she suddenly closed her mouth.

Upon seeing this, Li Tianran revealed a hint of surprise.

He quickly stepped back, looked at her, and gave the order.

"Call me father."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qing's beautiful eyes widened, filled with astonishment and anger.

But her mouth was already open, and the sound squeezed out from her throat, clear and loud.

"father."

After she shouted, her face turned bright red.

"What...what do you want me to call you?!"

"Call me Daddy."

Li Tianran repeated it again.

"Father."

Shen Qing called out again, but her body wouldn't obey her at all.

"Li Tianran, I want you dead..." she screamed, before she could finish her sentence.

"Learn to bark like a dog."

"Woof. Woof. Woof."

At this moment, Shen Qing's heart completely collapsed.

She was helpless and could only let herself be manipulated and played with.

She wept in humiliation, but it was no use.

Without Li Tianran's command, she couldn't stop, her mouth involuntarily barking like a dog.

Every "woof" came out of her mouth, clear and loud, just like a real dog.

"Ah... woof woof... I want you dead... woof woof woof..."

Shen Qing has completely lost her mind.

She was, after all, a disciple of a major sect, and her usual image was that of a dignified, gentle, kind-hearted, and upright person.

Now, however, he lies on a blood slave's bed, barking like a dog.

It's an absolute disgrace.

"Like a dog crawling."

Li Tianran's command rang out again.

At this moment, all she wanted was to kill the blood slave in front of her, or die herself.

however.

Her body had already moved out of control, and she lay down on all fours, crawling around the bed in the woodshed.