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

Some people saw Yanhui's eyes suddenly turn scarlet, and saw the demonic energy continuously overflowing from his palms.

Greatly shocked: "Run! He is a demon..."

Before he could finish his words, a sickle transformed from demonic energy flew out, broke through the air and neatly cut off his head, with blood splattering all over the ground.

More than twenty disciples died under the sickle before they could even react. It was a single fatal blow that left them no time to crush their crystal balls.

The man in white clothes and red eyes with disgust stood up with the help of a big tree behind him, raised his hand to wipe the bright blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised the head of the disciple who kept shouting that he wanted to improve his cultivation with him.

Then he suddenly got angry and crushed the head with one foot, then ground the broken bones under his feet and said in a deep and seductive voice: "How dare you mention my senior brother's name."

The boy's white robe was stained with blood.

When Jiang Que found the man, the young man was walking barefoot in the woods. His white clothes were too clean and it would be hard not to notice if they were stained with anything, let alone the bright and glaring red color.

"Brother!!"

The young man also saw Jiang Que and waved at him from where he was. The clean and refreshing aura of a young man was completely different from the devil who had just stomped on someone's head.

Jiang Que's eyes moved from his bloody robe to his feet, and he frowned: "Are you injured?"

"No, I just encountered some blind monsters, and I must have been accidentally infected during the fight." The young man's voice was warm, and his eyes seemed to speak when he looked at you.

Jiang Que looked gloomy and stared at his bare feet again: "Where are the shoes?"

There are trees everywhere here, and you don't mind the prickly ground.

Yan Xi moved her toes, pursed her lips, and scratched her head a little embarrassedly: "My shoes are dirty, I don't want to wear them."

"Brother, do you want to carry me?" The boy's eyes sparkled.

Jiang Que stared at him with a deathly gaze, curled his lips and sneered: "Your cultivation is not high, but you have beautiful thoughts."

"Brother, my feet hurt so much. I was injured in the fight just now and I can't walk."

"..."

I think it’s no problem to kill two cows with one punch.

“Senior Brother…” The young man was barefoot and had a tea-colored face.

"..."

I was digging graves in my previous life, and I met you in this life.

Because the illusion is quite large, there are many people, and the landing points are scattered, it is not immediately apparent who is missing.

The disciples who had originally come for Yan Hui, after seeing him meet up with Jiang Que, those with lower cultivation levels did not dare to attack him, while those with higher cultivation levels were slapped away before they could even get close, and no one dared to provoke them afterwards.

I don't know which idiot spread the rumor about the perfect furnace, but batches of them come here to seek death.

Jiang Que got annoyed, so he crushed him and the disgusting crystal ball and quit the trial.

As soon as he came out, he put on a stern face and sneered at Yin Yang and the leaders or elders of the hundreds of immortal sects.

Not only does he not have enough cultivation, he also has bad character and tries to take shortcuts and snatch other people's Taoist companions to practice with.

If the furnace was really that useful, the hundreds of immortal families would be filled with geniuses with profound cultivation, and they would not be bullied by the demons without saying a word.

What's more, his cultivation has never relied on dual cultivation.

Being accused in public, and seeing through the screen that their own disciples were attacking in groups with magical weapons, but were unable to withstand a single attack, the group of old men felt extremely embarrassed.

With Jiang Que leading the way, Tang Qia straightened her back to face the Yin Yang group of old guys.

They formed a group to bully her apprentice and treated her as a mere figurehead.

The trial is not over yet.

But since Jiang Que and his friends withdrew early, no one cared about them. Jiang Que carried Yanhui all the way back to the back mountain of Kuhunxie and threw him into the hot spring pool to wash.

The disgusting thing was thrown in like a parabola, and it choked on several mouthfuls of water.

As soon as I stood up, another body hugged my waist and kissed me.

In the steaming hot spring water, the two kissed each other and sank into the water, with only their robes spreading out in the water, covered by their long hair floating on the surface.

Yanhui was held with his back hitting the rock. Jiang Que stood in the water, his long white jade robe soaked with water and stuck tightly to his body. Yanhui's back was against the wet rock. Jiang Que held his arms with one arm on each side and spread his legs apart, floating on the water.

He endured the disgust and grabbed Jiang Que's arms with both hands. He raised his head slightly and leaned against the rock, not knowing what was wrong with Jiang Que.