Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

"Aheng?"

The master in white heard the noise behind him and turned around suddenly.

Then there was a splash and water splashed everywhere.

Si Mo stood up from the medicine pool, and drops of water splashed on his jaw, and his expression could not be seen in the hazy mist.

Luo Yuheng suddenly tightened his fingertips and felt his throat become very dry. He saluted as a disciple in a hoarse voice and called out, "Master."

Glancing at the neatly stacked clothes on one side, an inopportune thought popped up in Luo Yuheng's mind.

Si Mo is now completely defenseless, and now might be the best time to kill him.

But he also felt strange. How come Si Mo seemed to have changed his personality in just half a day and was being abnormally nice to him?

The words 'I like you' popped up in his mind again.

Although it seemed absurd, Luo Yuheng had to face up to this illusory possibility.

[Master, this guy is still planning to attack you! ]

Benben sat in front of the computer desk, looking very angry [You were so good to him, even selling your body, and he actually!!]

Si Mo glanced and said nonchalantly: I know.

Now the kill value above Luo Yuheng's head is still very high, which means that he will not let down his guard so easily.

But the good news is that the favorability value has finally increased... points.

【Emm, you are so optimistic. 】

The little ferret had to admire his master for having such a stable emotional system. It only increased by 1 point. What kind of increase is that!

The favorability value is still -99!

"Ah Heng, why are you still standing there? Come down and join your master."

Si Mo waved to Luo Yuheng. The little fox looked calm on the surface, but his back was already covered with sweat.

Relying on divine power to suppress can only bring a brief moment of clarity, but one's own physical condition cannot be repaired by divine power.

He had to capture the little disciple before he fainted from the heat.

Luo Yuheng hesitated for two seconds, and his gaze changed from scrutiny to astonishment: "Master, this is not polite."

"How can a disciple and his master share the same bath?"

"Please forgive me for not assuming the responsibility..."

Before he could finish saying the word "overstepping his authority", he saw the white-robed master's handsome brows frown.

Si Mo thought to himself: Why is this child so stubborn!

Just pretending.

As he raised his hand, a white mist flew out from under his wrist bone like a misty ribbon, and coiled around Luo Yuheng's left wrist accurately like a thin snake.

With a light pull, he was pulled up into the air.

The black clothes were half hanging down, about to fall off. Luo Yuheng's clothes contrasted sharply with this fairyland-like place and seemed out of place.

With a splash, the young man in black clothes fell into the water.

Luo Yuheng emerged from the water half a second later. His delicate facial features were thoroughly soaked, and water droplets on his long eyelashes flowed down the dark corners of his eyes.

Si Mo couldn't help but be amazed by the beautiful picture of the boy falling into the water, and he swallowed his saliva helplessly.

His eyes lingered on Luo Yuheng, looking at him unscrupulously.

This place really lives up to its reputation. Just moments after entering the water, Luo Yuheng felt the wounds on his body gradually healing and repairing.

No wonder every cultivator in the immortal sect wanted to see the beauty of Yao Chi but could never find the opportunity.

Luo Yuheng's gaze fell on Si Mo's slender, white neck, which was exposed to him defenselessly.

It seemed as if he could easily cut it off with just a stretch of his hand.

But he didn't take any action.

Now Luo Yuheng seemed to believe that Si Mo really had no bad intentions tonight.

But tomorrow...

The formation for extracting the immortal marrow has a cycle of three days, but in order to be more effective, the Devil Master has increased the time to once a day and a half. Tomorrow is the deadline for the three-day cycle.

If the source of nourishment for the magic circle is cut off halfway, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Therefore, if Si Mo still hasn't taken any action by then... Luo Yuheng really needs to study his 'master's' unpredictable mind carefully.

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In less than half an hour, most of his injuries had healed, and during that time, neither of them opened their mouths to talk about topics.

Si Mo closed his eyes and held his breath, but that was not his plan! He was just getting dizzy from the heat and couldn't say anything to tease his little apprentice.

"Master, all the fellow disciples know about our eldest brother's affairs."

Luo Yuheng's eyes were as deep as a pool, like a giant beast lurking in the depths of the jungle, staring intently at the only prey in front of him.

"Um……"

"Everyone is saying that the master is partial to his disciples, which is unworthy of the responsibility of a supreme leader of a sect."

"Then spread it," Si Mo's voice was lazy, like a light feather floating in the air, and he said without hesitation: "It's my business to favor someone. If any of them are dissatisfied, they can just pick up their swords and fight."

After he said this, he didn't hear Luo Yuheng's reply for a long time, so he opened his eyes with some difficulty, and his sight fell on the narrow eyes in front of him that were infinitely magnified.

I don't know since when Luo Yuheng had gotten so close to him. The distance between them was only three centimeters, and it seemed that if anyone moved half an inch forward, their lips would brush against each other.

Luo Yuheng looked serious for a rare time, and his eyes accidentally fell on Si Mo's plump red lips and he couldn't take them away.

I want to try it again.

"Ah Heng, why are you so close to me?" A faint smile spread across his lips, with a teasing tone: "Could it be that you want to..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Luo Yuheng suddenly took half a step back from him. His expression returned to that cold one, and he looked difficult to approach.

"I didn't think about it."

"Thought nothing."

Is he crazy? He actually had such thoughts about his devilish master.

No matter how much he changes, he is still the same cold-blooded and heartless person.

He missed such a good opportunity to assassinate, but for some reason, Luo Yuheng felt very little regret in his heart, almost none.

He actually doesn't want to kill Si Mo?

"Disciple is fine, I will leave first and not disturb Master's peace."

Luo Yuheng put his hands on his chest, bowed, and was about to leave Yaochi.

However, not long after he came ashore and took a few steps, he looked back for some reason, but he did not see Si Mo's people.

The pool was empty, without a human figure, but there seemed to be circles of ripples in the center.

It was like the stones he had thrown into the river before, which sank into the water and never floated up again.

"Master?" Luo Yuheng called out with a frown.

Got no response.

An indescribable feeling arose in Luo Yuheng's heart.

Although Master has magical powers, nothing serious will happen in the water, and Si Mo is cunning, maybe this is another trick to lure him in...

Luo Yuheng clenched his fists twice, then suddenly released them.

The young man took two steps at a time and jumped back in with a sound of sinking water.

Luo Yuheng thought Si Mo was pretending, but after carrying him ashore and moving a few times, he found that he seemed to have really fainted.

Si Mo's body was so hot that it was hot to the touch. Luo Yuheng observed him suspiciously for a long time. Finally, he was sure of something and walked back with him in his arms with an expressionless face.

They met several disciples on the way, and all of them looked at them in shock.

Master is actually being held... ?