Immortal, save me!

The eaves bell was blown by the wind, and the sound was clear and sweet. When Wen Junyao reacted, the traitor came here at some time, and his slender fingers pinched his wrist, and a touch of coldness clasped it on his wrist.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the chain on his wrist, his chest heaving, restraining his anger, and asked: "What do you mean? Are you still imprisoning me?!"

Wang Youyin hugged him from behind and rubbed his wrist with his fingertips: "This is obvious, Master, who asked you to run away for so many years? I don't want to wait any longer. I just want to protect Master at all times." Please be tied to my side."

Wen Junyao: "I am your master! What you are doing is the following offense. It is simply disrespectful!"

Wang Youyin chuckled: "This is not the first time. Why is Master so excited?"

His lips were pressed against Wen Junyao's neck, and he sucked gently: "Last time, Master was completely eaten up by me."

Wen Junyao was trembling all over and his face turned red. He didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed: "You traitor..."

Wang Youyin echoed: "Yes, yes, I am a traitor and an evil disciple. Master, would you like to recall that time again..."

Wen Junyao interrupted angrily: "Get out!"

Wang Youyin sighed: "Master, I want to get out with you."

He said, pressing the person to the ground, pressing his lips to his, and taking it by force.

The candlelight swayed, a pair of figures on the ground also swayed, insects chirped, the wind passed, the bells rang, and occasionally a few intermittent curses, like a small flower wrapped in the turbulent waves by the spring breeze, unable to help but burst into tears.

When he woke up the next day, there was an arm across his waist. Wen Junyao looked over and saw that the traitor was still sleeping.

He put his hand on the traitor's fair and slender neck, and slowly tightened it. He thought that before the traitor woke up, he might as well strangle him to death.

His fingers touched the warm skin, but the man hadn't woken up yet. His eyes fell on the other person's face, a face like white jade, porcelain white and delicate, with exquisite three-dimensional features, eyebrows like distant mountains, slender eyelashes, and a straight nose bridge. And beautiful, if the lips contain vermilion, they are always rosy.

When he was sleeping, he was well-behaved and handsome. When he opened his eyes, he seemed to be a completely different person. His brows were sharp, as if they were hiding the cold wind, frost and snow. Looking at those eyes was like facing an abyss. If you were not careful, you would be sucked in and fall. A man was shattered to pieces.

The fingers move slightly and feel smooth. This person with ordinary strength has already woken up and feels suffocated. Why is this traitor still sleeping?

He hesitated and slapped the traitor on the face with a loud sound. The traitor's fair and handsome face was already red, but he only moved and turned over to continue sleeping.

Wen Junyao: "..."

what happened? Is there something wrong with the traitor's health?

He pinched Wang Youyin's face and tested it from side to side, pinching and rubbing it, but the man had no reaction.

He sat up, picked up the scattered clothes and put them on. Just as he was about to stand up and pour a glass of water to moisten his throat, the traitor's hoarse voice sounded from behind: "Master, you're awake."

An arm stretched out to wrap around Wen Junyao's waist. He glanced over and saw that the traitor sat up sleepily and leaned half of his body on him, without any clothes on his body.

His eyes twitched and he turned his head away from him: "Get out of the way."

Wang Youyin snorted softly, his eyes clear. He tugged at Wen Junyao's clothes that he had just put on, and said in a lazy tone: "Master was still tightly wrapped yesterday. It is not the behavior of a gentleman to turn his face and deny people when he wakes up." .”

Wen Junyao was indifferent and even wanted to beat him up.

Wang Youyin yawned repeatedly with half-squinted eyes, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes: "Master, you should be mine. You don't hate my touch..."

Wen Junyao looked at the carved window lattice in front of him, was silent for a moment, and said, "What did you call me?"

Wang Youyin raised his eyebrows: "Master? Or maybe Master wants to hear me call me something else? Ayao? Or... Madam?"

Wen Junyao: "..." The traitor is very thick-skinned.

He turned around and looked down at him, and raised his hand to touch Nitu's cheek. There were traces of his slap just now, but Nitu didn't care and didn't notice it.

"Since you call me Master, then I can only be your Master for the rest of my life..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Youyin's face turned cold. He hooked Wen Junyao's neck and pulled him down. He bit his lip and suppressed his anger and said, "Master, don't you think so now?" Is it too late?"

With a little force, his teeth bit Wen Junyao's lips. The smell of blood spread between their lips and teeth, and he swallowed them all: "From the moment you rescued me, you were destined to be entangled with me. , for life, until death."

Rubbing the wound on Wen Junyao's lip with his fingertips, Wang Youyin said in his ear: "Master, if I want to blame you, it's your fault for saving me and giving me the opportunity to pester you."

Wen Junyao looked at him quietly, and after a while he said: "Forget it, as you wish."

Just pester him if you want. He had no other ideas. He just took out the divination tool and looked at it silently.

Wang Youyin also looked over, held his hand and fiddled with the six lines. There was not much difference in their divination skills. Few people in the world could match it. However, divination also had a bottleneck. That bottleneck was not in the world, nor in themselves, nor in numerology, but in divination. In the sky, it doesn't want what they predict. Even if they try their best, they can't get the result.

Wang Youyin suddenly said: "What are you worried about, Master?"

Wen Junyao looked at the failed divination without saying a word. He glanced down and touched someone's bare arm, and his face darkened: "Put on some clothes!"

Someone sneered: "Master should be used to it, why are you so shy?"

But he still picked up his clothes and put them on obediently.

Wen Junyao's chest heaved with anger, this traitor should be strangled to death!

Wang Youyin put on her clothes and hugged his waist again. She put her chin on his shoulder and looked at the disordered hexagrams. She said in a playful tone: "Master, if you don't care about anything else, why don't you pay more attention to your disciple during this time."

Wen Junyao glanced at him.

Wang Youyin continued: "Recently, my disciple often meets Master in his dreams~"

Wen Junyao's breath stopped, he pinched his wrist and said seriously: "When did it start?"

The physical quality of those who practice will be greatly enhanced, especially in the realm of rebel disciples. Even if they don't sleep for many years, it will not have any impact, let alone dreaming.

Wang Youyin curled her lips, the light in her eyes flickering on and off, but finally settled on sarcasm: "Probably after Master left."

There are nine levels of cultivation in Xianling Continent, namely Qi Lian, Tianren, Jindan, Yuanying, Shenhua, Dongxu, Hedao, Mahayana, and Tribulation Transcendence.

After Wen Junyao left, his cultivation also reached the realm of Dongxu. However, no matter how hard he practiced, he could no longer make any progress. At the same time, he frequently suffered from sleepiness and nightmares. There were only a few scenes in his dreams, but they kept repeating over and over again. It was not him. The tragic experience when he was young was that he betrayed his family and became the enemy of the world, and was then killed by his master with a sword.

If it were in the past, he might have been affected and trapped in his dream from then on, but it was too late, his enemy had been killed by him, his master had been eaten up by him, and he even tested the master's... The bottom line (there is no bottom line), as for those sect disciples and the common people, he doesn't care, so how can he create inner demons and destroy people because of those people's rebellion?

Wang Youyin looked at Wen Junyao's solemn face and said, "Master, do you think I don't know? That thing is conscious, and he is preventing us from becoming immortals."

"Master, you can tell me about it. My divination skills are no worse than Master's. Naturally, the disciples who Master can calculate can also calculate it. No matter what it is, I can face it with Master."

Wen Junyao lowered his eyes: "If we can't fight, at least we can't fight now."

Wang Youyin chuckled: "There will be a day."

He pulled on Wen Junyao's lapel: "If Master is sad, why don't we do something happy?"

Wen Junyao: "..."

He stopped someone and tried to say something to make the traitor know what shame is.

As if he guessed what he wanted to say, the traitor looked at him with half-closed eyes, half-smiling but not smiling: "What are you thinking about, Master?"

He put his hands on Wen Junyao's waist and started to squeeze it with moderate strength: "Master was tired yesterday, so I will give you a squeeze to make you happy."

Wen Junyao: "..."

He raised his left hand, and the beautiful chain on his wrist made a subtle sound with the movement: "I will be happy only if you take this off."

Wang Youyin looked directly at him, his meaning self-evident.

He said: "Master, please don't say unrealistic things."

I don’t know what comes to mind? Wang Youyin pulled Wen Junyao up and walked around the house. The window was pushed open, and the noisy people on the street came in. At a glance, he could see most of Yicheng.

"I had people build this building specifically for Master. What do you think of Master?"

Without waiting for Wen Junyao's reply, he continued: "This building doesn't have a name yet. Why don't Master give it a name?"

Wen Junyao didn't say anything. He didn't want to name this building. Based on the traitor's behavior in the past two days, this building was clearly built to be used as a prison for him.

"When will you let me out?"

Wang Youyin's eyes darkened a bit. He held Wen Junyao's waist and said in a calm tone: "Master, why do you have to go out and stay here with me to watch the sun rise and set and enjoy the boundless wind and moon? Isn't that right?" wonderful?"

Wen Junyao looked at the busy long street. People were coming and going on the street. Most of them were just passers-by. It took five hundred times of looking back in the past life to get the chance to pass by each other in this life. But they were only a few. There are many evil passers-by in the world. Because of fate, there are many people who get into trouble with extremely evil people just because of a chance encounter.

Just like now, in addition to the ordinary people who are busy in their own business, there are also evil people who are torturing in the dark alleys, as well as pedestrians who accidentally collide and argue...

And his chance encounter with the miserable young man back then also caused the current entangled situation. Whether it was a bad fate or a good fate is not yet known.

He pointed to the alley in the distance and said, "There is Yin, go and have a look."

Wang Youyin raised his eyebrows and looked over, uninterested and said: "What's there to see? Master wants to meddle in other people's business?"

Wen Junyao endured his increasingly violent temper: "Are you going or not?!"

Wang Youyin glanced at his suppressed anger, paused and nodded honestly: "Go."

He kissed Wen Junyao on the face, then shook his sleeves and went to the alley impatiently.