Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3444 What if the disciple always wants to deceive the teacher (35)

  The girl in red smiled, and jumped onto the sword in a cool and indifferent manner. Standing behind Yu Chen, she looked at the tall and lonely figure in front of her, "Thank you."

   "You and me, master and apprentice, don't say thank you."

  Xianjun stood in front, his voice calm.

  His mind moved slightly, and Xue Ji rushed straight into the sky in an instant, and the sword's edge was soaring, passing fast in the air.

  Two figures stood on the sword and quickly disappeared into the air.

  High in the sky, hunting by the wind, blowing up hair and robes, the man in front of him is fluttering in white, like a divine residence.

  Ranbai suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Yu Chenxue's white girdle. A strand of red silk sprang out silently, wrapped around Yu Chen's wrist, lining his complexion as pale as bone china, seeming unreasonably ascetic and confusing.

  Yu Chen clearly noticed the movement of dyeing white. He focused on the sword. The cold voice looked a little fuzzy in the sky, broken in the cold wind, and there was a distorted air-cooling: "What do you do."

  The voice fell to her ears through the wind, and the white dyed eyes slightly narrowed her eyes, with a ray of red thread entwined in her hands. There was a flash of blood in her eyes, very beautiful, and she answered casually: "I can't stand steady."

"Isn't this possible, Master." She stood behind him, very close, because she was not very real when speaking in the air, so the girl approached Yu Chen's ear intentionally or unintentionally, almost pressing her breath. Said, the tone is like a smile but not a smile, the meaning is unknown, like a pool of sake.

  Xianjun was silent, and did not answer.

"Or am I holding Master?" Ranbai gave another suggestion. She leaned very close and could smell the clean and light fragrance of Yu Chen's body, her lips slightly curled up, and the breath sprayed around Yu Chen's ears, almost Rubbed the tips of his white ears, if anything, "It's okay."

  Next second,

  Ranbai could feel Xueji suddenly pause above the sky, and then obviously slowed down in the following flow.

  Xianjun’s inhuman voice fell, and there was no warmth in the air: "Let go now."

   "Is that bad?" Ran Bai laughed, and muttered lazily, her voice blurred in the air, her long eyelashes half covered the dark under her eyes, but she still loosened the red silk thread entwining Yu Chen's wrist.

  Yu Chen didn't say a word, but after the white dyeing was released, he continued to fly with the sword, and the speed was only several times slower than before.

  Below Tianling Mountain,

  Taicheng Town.

  Different from the solemnity of Xuanqingzong, the towns below the mountain are prosperous and noisy, and the fireworks are warm and secular.

Xianjun’s face is really sassy. Although very few people have seen him, once recognized, I’m afraid it will cause an unimaginable sensation, so Ranbai specially put a **** fence on Yu Chen to cover it. appearance.

  Zhongshili Long Street in the town is very lively.

The young fairy has a long and slender snow coat, with a **** fence falling on his neck, just right to cover the allure color that makes people look up. The ink hair is like a waterfall behind him, always cold and noble, and his fingers with distinct knuckles are hanging on the sword. On his side, he was incompatible with the prosperous scene of this town. He seemed to be a high-ranking fairy from birth, standing on a high mountain and looking down on sentient beings, immaculately dusty, instead of being pulled by the demon and walking in the red world like he is now.

  The Demon Race was dressed in red for joy, purely like blood pouring, always cynical and lazy, those peach-blossom eyes seemed to be laughed but not in the mood of laughter, but they were always cold-eyed and looked on.

  The two passed through the street, and I don’t know how many people were watching.

"Master, where do you want to go?" Ran Bai glanced across the long street, and asked casually. She was not asking. After speaking, she naturally reached out and clasped Yu Chen's cold and thin wrist, carrying People walked forward quickly, "Forget it, you must not know, Master, let me take you."

  Yu Chen walked unhurriedly. At this moment, he was suddenly dragged by someone like this. He paused for a second, then took his hand from Mo Xiu's hand and held it coldly behind him, "Follow you."

The touch of her hand disappeared suddenly, and the white side lowered her eyes. She took a deep look at the cold fairy in white, her eyes were dark and unclear, but in a flash, she seemed to be drunk and affectionate, as if she had become just an illusion. , Mo Zun smiled and said okay, then retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes and walked side by side with Yu Chen.

  Yu Chen did seldom go down the mountain, let alone stay in such a noisy place. He pressed down the discomfort, the cold touch remaining on his wrist, with a subtle subtlety that could not be explained.

  The sudden behavior just now is out of courtesy, and it shouldn’t be a habit.

  Xianjun's brows hidden under the power fence are cold and merciless.

  The one who dyed white was the tavern of the inn last time. She took Yu Chen in and chose a quieter place.

   "What do you want to eat, Master?"

  "This monarch does not need to eat." Yu Chen sat on the other side, straight and upright.

  Ranbai held his chin and asked for a few light dishes, and a pot of peach blossom wine that was the best of the season.

  Xiaoer responded graciously. He remembered dyeing white, and smiled: "I thought the guest officer would never come again."

  "The guest officer...has he joined the Xuanqing Sect?" He asked tentatively, ecstatically.

   "Yes." Xiao Er was the last Xiao Er, dyed white leaning there, glanced at Yu Chen unclearly, and then responded.

   Xiaoer grinned and said: "The guest officer asked me when the Xuanqingzong worship ceremony was last time. I thought the guest officer didn't care much about this."

  Otherwise, I don’t even know about such an important thing. It’s really impossible to tell.

"It's okay." Dye Bai put her hand on the table casually, it was a young person's unruly and unruly, the corner of her lips was plausible. It’s too cold to be approached."

  Ranbai said by looking at Yu Chen, Xianjun's eyebrows were hidden by the power fence, he couldn't see his expression clearly, and he was always indifferent.

   "Congratulations to the guest officer!" Xiao Er sighed, "It's a great thing to be able to worship Emperor Xianjun, it's okay to be stricter."

  Yanbai dragged his voice in response, which was very meaningful.

Xiao Er was afraid that he was dreaming and did not expect that the fairy in his mouth turned out to be the one whom the world admired and respected as a god, and he never thought that the fairy he had always respected was right in front of him at this moment. Xiao Er only thought it was. Which fairy friend didn't think much, turned around and went to work.

Xiao Er quickly brought up the food, and enthusiastically said to Ranbai: "This wine is good wine. The peach blossom wine in our inn is famous in the whole town. The guest officer will definitely not forget it."

  Yan Bai didn't say anything, and poured a glass of wine slowly, the smell of peach blossom wine filled the air.

  She looked at the delicious dishes in front of her, and thought of the fish that she had roasted into black charcoal. She was silent for a second, "Master really doesn't eat it?"

  Yuchen's sound quality is slightly cold: "You don't need to worry about this monarch."

   "I am eating here and Master can only watch it there. It's very embarrassing." Ranbai said, but she said lightly, and she couldn't see the embarrassment.

  She held the wine glass and shook it gently, the air seemed to be filled with the fragrance of wine, "Then Master, do you drink alcohol?"

  (End of this chapter)