Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3488 What if the disciple always wants to deceive the teacher (79)

  Next second,

   "Boom——!"

  The sword in the guard's hand was directly broken and annihilated, turning every inch of it into ashes. And his body is like a kite with a broken wire, flying directly out of a place several meters away, hitting the ground heavily, and spitting out a mouthful of blood while holding his heart in pain!

   And the blood-robed figure fell to the ground indifferently, hunting the wind among the fluttering clothes, the eyebrows are arbitrary, and the evil spirit is full.

  "Respect!"

  The guard ignored the serious injury, got up from the ground in fear, knelt down on the ground in fear, said in fear.

  I was in a mess of anxiety,

How can   Zun appear here...

  Yan Bai completely ignored him, her gaze fell on Yu Chen, and the corners of her lips curled for a long while, just as she had first seen, arrogant and wicked wanton, "Master."

  The wind blew quietly.

  The two eyes face each other.

  Xianjun narrowed his eyes, and made an indifferent hum. The clean snow clothes that did not stain the dust set off the dark night behind him, and seemed out of place, as if he had strayed into the abyss of the gods.

Ran Bai just called out, without saying anything, Feng Qingyun looked away lightly, and looked at the guards who were kneeling on the ground. His eyes were dark and deep, making people unpredictable, as if suppressed and lifted slowly. The black mist pulled off the corners of the blood-red lips, and the tone was low and cold: "What are you."

  The guard's face was as pale as dead gray, and his body was almost shaken into a sieve.

  Before he finished speaking, his voice trembled and he stopped abruptly.

  Sword light swept out.

   killed instantly.

   There is no ripple on the dyed white surface, and it is completely invisible that someone has just started to solve a person, as if lightly trampled on an ant.

  She turned and looked at Yu Chen.

Bending his eyebrows, he couldn't see the **** meaning of cold blood and cruelty at all, walked to Xianjun, clasped his hand, clasped his fingers slowly, with a little bit of strong coldness, "Master, follow me. ."

  Yu Chen was silent and let her move.

  Ranbai cast her eyes down and glanced at the soul of the soul in Yu Chen's hand, and curled the corners of her lips.

  Leading people all the way to the Demon Palace.

  The palace looks empty and cold, the black and red color is gorgeous and elegant, without a trace of temperature.

  The throne entangled with thorns is carved with complicated patterns, symbolizing the supreme power.

Ran Bai directly pressed Xianjun on the throne, Yu Chen paused for a moment, his back pressed against the cold temperature, he calmly pressed the girl's slender wrist, because of the angle, he slightly raised his eyes and looked at the person standing there. Mozun, his voice is always cold: "Why did you just kill?"

Dye Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, the peach blossom eyes were squiggly and evil, condescending to look at the figure on the throne, and then put one hand on Yu Chen’s side and pressed his cold fingers on the throne, directly trapping the person in front of him. The voice was low and low, with a bit of carelessness and cold blood as it should be: "He is disrespectful to the teacher. Damn it."

  Xianjun's long eyelashes trembled a little.

  Excessive killing will affect the sixth reincarnation and harm others and self.

  He doesn't want to be white and hit with obstacles.

  So sometimes, Yu Chen is more willing to do it himself, and does not want to stain his hands with blood.

"Master, do you ask Disciple questions like this as soon as you meet?" Mozun was dressed in black and red clothes, with gorgeous and strange colors intertwined, especially cold and evil, his complexion was sickly pale, and his appearance was stunning with a coquettish taste. Sharp and aggressive.

At this moment, with her long eyelashes hanging slightly, she was lazily trapping the person on the throne, and she slowly leaned down and pressed down. The hem of the two overlapped, and the colors were in sharp contrast. She slowly approached Yu Chen, with red, **** lips. Almost across Yu Chen's ears, he seemed to be complaining, his tone was cold and lingering: "It's really sad."

That kind of breath didn't have any temperature, and it hit his ears and made Yu Chen a little uncomfortable. He has never been used to explaining his actions with others. At this moment, his fingertips paused, and he wanted to push away dyed white, and said coldly: "Get up and talk. ."

   "I don't." Dye Bai lazily circled him, and the awkward energy that had been shameless on Duanyuan Peak did not change at all. He said that he would not let go, and refused in one mouthful.

The girl’s white chin rested on Xianjun’s cold and thin left shoulder and rubbed the side of his neck like a cat, vaguely revealing the danger and possessiveness of a hunter. Her long eyelashes were lazily hung down, and the arc was attractive. It’s beautiful, the dark blue that covers the eyes. Because of the recent decision to kill and rectify the demon world without rest day and night, the eyebrows and eyes are filled with three-point laziness, but the breath is so cold that it feels cold without the danger of temperature, like It was a hunter who was ready to go. She pressed close to his ear and asked: "For so many days, Master thinks I haven't?"

  Yu Chen saw the dark color under her eyes, and put the tiredness on her eyebrows. He constricted his eyebrows, rubbed the corners of her eyes with his fingers, and asked coldly, "I'm very tired in the Demon Realm recently, isn't it?"

  He actually wanted to say,

  If she doesn't like it, she can return to Duanyuan Peak at any time.

  What I said at the Fairy Sword Conference that day was not just to outsiders, but to her.

  Being a teacher for one day, and for life.

  But when the words came to the mouth, it changed because of the always indifferent and introverted.

"Thinking of Master is not tired." Dye Bai said with a smile but not a smile, tightening his circle, almost all the weight of his body was placed on Yu Chen's body, the two figures overlapped on the throne, reflecting the dark and cold. The color set off her eyebrows, and an inexplicable and dangerous lingering whispered in a low voice: "Master hasn't told the disciple whether you want me or not."

  Yu Chen was quiet for a moment, his eyes were flat and he didn't speak.

  Lian Duanyuan Peak is full of her shadow.

  How can I not want to.

"Tui'er thinks Master thinks very much." Ranbai smiled and squeezed Xianjun's cold white chin, gently provoked it, and the action brought out a bit of frivolous and ambiguous wanton, Yan red lips slowly approached Yu Chen's. Ears, the words that lingered between her lips and teeth came out of her mouth, with a three-point danger of evil. As the ending sound fell, she lightly bit Xianjun's white earlobe, half in her mouth.

  Xianjun's figure stiffened, and the moisture in his earlobe almost shivered in an instant, and then an unbearable strange numbness swept through his body.

  His fingertips softened a bit subconsciously, and he reached out and pressed his white wrist.

White's movements were playful and straightforward. After sensing Yu Chen's silent stiffness, he gave a low laugh, buckled his wrist and pressed it aside, and half forcibly raised his jaw, causing Yu Chen. Lifted his eyes slightly.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, why does Master seem to share with me." The devil's eyes fell carelessly on the thin and slender lips of Xianjun, the color of the lips was so confusing that she wanted to make people dye red, her eyes The color darkened a bit, it seemed to suppress the almost overflowing black mist, intertwined with the blood-red pupil color, and the fingertips rubbed Yu Chen's jaw, almost whispering.

  (End of this chapter)