Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

The night was dark, and the sound of the wind was heard rustling among the trees in the Weeping Soul Pavilion.

Jiang Que stood with his feet on a long sword suspended in the air, with a slender figure, dressed in white brocade, and a face like pine and cypress on a snowy mountain, shining brightly under the starlight and moonlight.

A pair of beautiful eyes were clear and sharp as they stared intently at the young man who was standing by the bed with his back to the door, his head drooping and crying quietly.

Yanhui felt like his tears were almost dried up, but the figure outside didn't come in to help.

Because there was no place to sleep, Yanhui was kicked out of the house. Someone who had been staying outside the yard never showed up from beginning to end, but instead attracted Tang Qia.

Tang Qia, who came following the smell of wine, was so angry when she saw her new disciple being bullied by a gang. She sobered up.

The drunken master got angry and with a sullen face, he used his power to suppress the anger, causing internal injuries to a group of disciples in the room who did not have enough power, and threw them out of the Weeping Soul Pavilion that night.

She doesn't need disciples who gang up to bully others just because they get better than themselves.

Tang Qia gave individual lessons to every disciple she accepted in the past, but they were not good enough and blamed others for being too good.

She could accept a disciple with poor cultivation, but she could not accept one with evil intentions.

Is it so difficult to admit that others are excellent?

What a rotten breed.

Throw it out!!

Dushengmen recruits students once every three years, and Tang Qia only accepted Yanhui.

As a new disciple who is both hardworking and good-looking, I am naturally biased towards him.

He just didn't expect that his favoritism would lead to intrigue among his disciples.

"Your Sixth Senior Brother is out for training and won't be back for a year or so. You can stay in his yard for the time being."

Tang Qia looked at the boy's dirty quilt and made such arrangements.

If she hadn't passed by, this guy would probably have to sleep outside tonight.

Under the moonlight, the thin young man standing in the courtyard was dressed in white, with his head lowered to hide the dark light in his eyes, and bowed: "Thank you, Master."

Tang Qia waved her hand casually, and her green shirt fluttered in the wind.

The night was as dark as thick ink. A little further away, a man and a woman stood together, looking like a beautiful painting unfolding.

Not far away, in the dark forest rustling in the wind, the man turned into a small white dot standing in the darkness, holding a pot of sake in his hand, sitting on a high branch and taking a sip himself.

With the night as the background, a sword emitting cold light was leaning against the tree trunk and deeply embedded in the soil under the tree.

The sharp sword seemed to still exude the murderous aura of having just drunk blood. Under the influence of the wind, it made a strange and mournful cry along with the valley.

While Jiang Que was drinking, his eyes were always on the young man in the yard. He watched him go back to the house to pack his things, and then climb up along the green steps of the Weeping Soul Pavilion to the independent courtyard of his senior brothers.

He wanted to go to the house of the sixth person on the list because it was close to Jiang Que's.

When the boy passed by the intersection of Jiang Que's yard, he turned in without hesitation.

If this guy had not sneaked into Jiang Que's room quietly at night more than once, he would have really believed that this guy had gone to the wrong place.

Play hard to get with him.

Really chose the right person.

Jiang Que's eyes were gloomy. He drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, waved his hand to recall the sword that was stuck in the soil, and flew back to the house.

When Yanhui entered Jiang Que's room, she found that he was not there, so she quickly stripped herself clean and lay on the bed pretending to be asleep, intending to act out the thousand-year-old Biluochun trick of a little bitch who walked into the wrong room and slept on the wrong bed.

Yanhui was very confident in his disguise. He bet that Jiang Que, the bastard who looked at people with squinted eyes, didn't recognize him.

This person particularly hates demons, and he can't arouse them at all when he goes to the toilet.

I can only use my junior brother's account to break Jiang Que's ruthless path.

But what Yanhui didn't expect was.

The immortal who never drinks alcohol drank tonight.

The strong smell of alcohol on his body gave me a headache from the moment I walked in.

Drunk people have no IQ, their behavior is entirely based on their subjective consciousness, and they do whatever they want.

For example, when the immortal king stumbled and finally lay down on the bed and was about to go to sleep, he suddenly touched a person under the quilt.

Smelling the alcohol, Yanhui felt that his decision seemed to be wrong, so he stripped himself and delivered himself to the door.

Yanhui wanted to run away, but Jiang Que caught him and interlocked their fingers on the head of the bed. He leaned over and kissed his lips. Yanhui struggled desperately.

I don't want to play anymore! I don't want to play anymore!

You are really serious!!

Jiang Que pushed Yanhui away, pulled out a pillow to support his waist, and spoke in a low voice with the scent of wine close to Yanhui's lips, with a darkness in his eyes.

When she was sure that the boy couldn't struggle, she lowered her head to kiss him, stroked his head with one hand, and soothed him softly in a low and seductive voice: "Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yanhui's fingers suddenly sank into Jiang Que's shoulders. His eyes suddenly widened, veins on his forehead and neck bulged, and his lips gasped. Jiang Que took advantage of the opportunity and sneaked in, grabbing Yanhui and wrapping him up to play with him.

It happened so fast that I couldn't hold back my tears of disgust.

This liar!!

Don't keep your word!!