This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 142 Passionate but always seems ruthless

He thought that his master would coax him well, hug him lovingly, and tell him softly not to be afraid.

But he never thought that his master would...

Suddenly, the dull pain in his chest made him blink his eyes slowly, as if he couldn't react to what happened.

Why does his master look so indifferent, obviously, he found that potted plant...

Why isn't Master happy?

He lowered his eyes slowly, looking at the long sword piercing through his chest with distracted eyes. This sword looked very familiar, and he murmured subconsciously: "Que Hua..."

Bai Yu's fingertips, which were as beautiful as white tea, were stained with blood. His eyes slowly moved upwards, from the clean and white sleeves to the face covered with white cloth, like the eyes on the mountain. The ice and snow are unattainable and extremely cold.

"Master..." Ronghua didn't seem to have reacted until now, his eyes widened, bloodshot eyes filled his eyes, and he looked over with red eye circles like an angry child, sobbing aggrievedly.

"Why... why... Master doesn't like me..."

If you don't look at the sword piercing the chest, you don't know it's just a simple and warm scene of conflict between master and student.

One of the elders obviously saw that something was wrong with Rong Hua, his face was serious and cold: "Xi Yu, why are you still hesitating while the demon god is foolish? Just dig up his devil bone! Otherwise, there will be no chance in the future." Already!"

"If the devil bone is not removed, the common people will not be peaceful for a day!"

"Xiyu, hurry up!"

Xuancheng also frowned, looking at Shen Yue nervously.

Shen Yue's side face was indifferent, her lips were tightly pursed, her face was as frosty, but no one noticed that her fingertips holding the sword were trembling slightly.

The hand of Immortal Xiyu holding the sword has never shaken.

But at this moment she trembled.

The man didn't know what to say, he took a step forward, and the sword pierced a little deeper, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, he just wanted to walk towards that person paranoidly, wanting to get closer, and then get closer.

With wet eyes still open, he cautiously leaned in front of the white-clothed immortal with grievances, blood overflowed from his mouth, staining the white clothes red, and his eyes were scarlet. He looked a little scary and a little childish As silly, as if playing childish.

"They all want to kill me...does Master think so too?"

"Does Master want me to die too?"

"Master, I am very afraid of pain, you know?"

Shen Yue knew, how could she not know, she was a child raised by herself, even if she fell down when she was a child, she would run to her in tears and cry.

Now that the sword pierced his chest, how could it not hurt?

The familiar breath was on the tip of his nose, and the man's uncomfortable whimpering and crying seemed to be close to his ears.

His simple mind didn't know why Master became like this, he wanted to break his head and only felt that he had done something wrong, but he had already made up for it.

But why, Master still seems very sad.

"Master... I have found the basin again, why do you look unhappy at all, are you still blaming me?"

The white-clothed fairy with noble eyes did not answer, but she seemed disdainful of answering. She turned her wrist and drew out the long sword. Warm blood also sprayed out and spilled on her clean white cloth. on her cheek.

Rong Hua looked at the blood splattered on the side of Shen Yue's face, wiped it on the clothes first, and then reached over to wipe the blood on the side of the face with the back of his hand.

The white-clothed fairy didn't seem to be moved at all, her eyes were clear, like the shadow of the moon on the lake, with a cold light, she still held a sword in her hand, the tip of the sword was still dripping with blood, and the blood was still warm.

The blood on the side of his face was wiped clean, and the man showed a foolish and cheerful smile. He wanted to pull the sleeve of the immortal, but seeing his blood-stained hand, he withdrew it desolately.

He still wanted to say something, but under the severe pain, the smile on his face froze, he staggered a step, half kneeled on the ground with a bang, and coughed out the blood stuck in his throat like a stream of water .

In a trance, he seemed to hear the immortal who had been indifferent all this time speak.

The voice was cold: "Damn you."

A hole was pierced in the flesh and blood in his chest. He didn't feel any pain, but just these three simple words made him feel that his blood was draining from his whole body and he was trembling and cold. It hurts.

He raised his head in bewilderment, tears rolled down his eyes, and looked at the immortal who lowered his head to face him, his cold brows and eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of thin ice, and the chill radiated was piercing.

At this moment, the people in front of me seem to have become strangers.

He didn't know what he did wrong, and he could still faintly smell the fragrance from the sleeves at the tip of his nose.

It is very difficult for a simple mind to understand those three words.

The master said, he deserved to die.

Master is so fierce.

"I don't want to die..."

Rong Hua shook his head, as soon as he opened his mouth, a fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat, and mouthfuls of blood overflowed from his mouth, it seemed that his already dirty white clothes were completely dyed red.

The smell of blood seemed to render the scene in his eyes red.

But he could still smell the faint fragrance emanating from Master's sleeves, which was clean and sweet, but very faint, as if it would dissipate as soon as he blew on it.

There was no tenderness between her brows, only coldness remained.

The coldness like a falling blade stimulated his sore chest, and the pain made him speechless.

Shen Yue was as indifferent as water: "Since ancient times, Qingyunmen and the demon clan have been incompatible. The demon clan must die, and you are no exception."

Rong Hua couldn't understand, he just felt flustered, those scarlet water eyes seemed to be shedding blood and tears, his voice was already choked up.

"Did I do something wrong? Master, I will change it, don't want me..."

In extreme helplessness, he hurriedly grabbed the corner of Shen Yue's clothes, leaving a bloody finger mark on the snow-white piece.

In a panic, he immediately let go, knelt down on the ground, and wanted to wipe the blood on the corner of his clothes, but the blood was stained, and the more he wiped, the dirtier it became.

Rong Hua firmly controlled the choking and grievance in his throat, his voice was full of panic, "Master, I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to dirty you..."

Up to now, he still doesn't seem to understand the situation, he only cares about Shen Yue's overly indifferent expression, and his stained clothes.

He didn't seem to understand the meaning of being stabbed in the chest.

He also stubbornly believed that he had done something wrong, and Shen Yue was just punishing him.

(End of this chapter)