Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

The voice was still indifferent, but it was tainted with a layer of laziness because of the third part of drunkenness.

The fiery red spirit flower fluttered down and touched Fu Qing's shoulder.A little glamorous.

Mo Zilan fell much faster than he imagined.

He gave up on himself, and said almost viciously: "Do you know what happened to those bugs who bit him and those beggars who scolded him?"

"He fed the elixir to make those bugs feel hungry all the time, eating desperately until they died of pain. Those beggars, he detained them in the monster, and told them that only by seeking the origin of the monster can they have a chance of survival... But He is a liar, how can any monster give its origin to a bitter and vengeful enemy?" Mo Zilan thought dully, this was his last and final warning, "What you are holding is not some poor creature , but a monster that chooses to devour people..."

"If you don't stay far away, I won't be able to control myself and devour you..."

Just like in the previous life.Bliss and pain are intertwined, and when he wakes up from the dream, he will lose his hard-won vitality.

Mo Zilan persuaded himself sentence by sentence, but there was an irresistible voice in his heart, he smiled and said to him, isn't it good to sink, if you have experienced the bliss of that moment, so what if you die?

What responded to him was Fu Qing's tighter embrace.

With the rapid heartbeat and scorching body temperature, Fu Qing couldn't tell for a moment whether he was comforting Mo Zilan or the child was burning him.

"You're not." Fu Qing slowly clasped Mo Zilan's shoulder blades, pressing him towards her.

"Can you hear my heartbeat? I'm not eaten by you."

Mo Zilan's breath stagnated, as if he was extremely shocked.

Fu Qing suddenly felt a little tired, pressed Mo Zilan, and the two of them squatted down together.

His hands were still around Mo Zilan's shoulders, but he was so tall that he could meet Mo Zilan's eyes.

Fu Qing frowned slightly, didn't look at him, but said slowly: "You are not a monster."

Word by word, very solemnly: "Your physique is called a natural demon body. You are more likely to become demonic than others, but as long as you focus on the Tao and have no other distractions, you will not be in danger of becoming demonic."

fraud.

The two thought in their hearts at the same time.

Mo Zilan's eyes carefully traced Fu Qing's face, from the slightly scattered blue hair, along the slightly twinkling eyebrows, to the well-shaped chin.

"you are lying."

"No." His eyebrows flickered even more.

"You're lying." Mo Zilan repeated, but a frightening excitement appeared in his eyes, "You're lying for me."

Fu Qing paused for a moment, not knowing how to respond to him.

It was this short pause, a dull pain, mixed with a sharp touch, imprinted hard on his neck.

The white neck quickly turned red, but because of her tenacity, no blood was seen.

Mo Zilan bit him.It is the most vulnerable and the most insecure place that is so surviving.

Fu Qing was a little angry for a moment.Even when Mo Zilan forced him in his previous life, he never bit his neck so fangs.

The feeling of being attacked hit the soul directly, Fu Qing wanted to throw Mo Zilan away for a moment.

no.If you give up halfway through coaxing children, it is not just a waste of all previous efforts.

It was rare for Fu Qing to gnash his teeth, not only did he not let go of Mo Zilan, he even hugged the boy even tighter.

Just a deep voice: "Let go."

Mo Zilan's breath was also a little rough, and the breath was suddenly sharp for a moment.Immediately afterwards, there was more severe pain.

It's laughter.Fu Qing heard clearly, the kid was laughing at him.He was not satisfied with just smiling, so he had to take a harder bite.

Suddenly, Mo Zilan felt like a cat that had been watching for a long time and finally caught its prey.And he is the cat's delicacy.

Cats are extremely stubborn creatures. After catching prey, they have to play with it before giving it a good time.

The fangs scratched lightly at the most vulnerable part of the prey, without any resistance, they took an inch, grabbed the most fragile soft meat, and tore back and forth, until the flesh and blood were blurred before they were willing to use their fangs to penetrate further and give the prey More immediate pain.

After everything is done, you still have to smack your tongue and admire your achievements in a swaggering manner.

... Tongue tongue tongue tongue?

Wet touch, can't tell if it's blood or something else.

The hairs all over Fu Qing's body exploded.He strangled Mo Zilan by the throat, then grabbed his chin, and pushed him away forcefully.

The boy was pushed to the ground by him.There was no trace of alcohol on his face, his face was pale and bloodless, only his lips were bright red.

His lips were stained with residual blood, and Mo Zilan quietly cleaned his tongue, not caring about the hand that clamped his chin, and smiled silently at Fu Qing.

Those eyes are obsessed and dangerous, as if looking at the prey that is bound to be caught.

Before Fu Qing could make any further moves, he shook his head violently and broke away from Fu Qing's restraint.

Fu Qing let go.If he didn't give it away, Mo Zilan would probably break his own neck.The feeling he gave Fu Qing at this time was very similar to the danger when he wanted to cut off his own arm in Xuezong back then.

Mo Zilan broke free, but instead of retreating, he bullied himself over.His deep eyes were fixed on the wound on Fu Qing's neck bitten by him.

Fu Qing subconsciously blocked it, and Mo Zilan spotted Ruyu's hand and bit it down.

He bites so hard that he must see blood.

When the severe pain came again, Fu Qing felt that he understood a little bit why Mo Zilan kept emphasizing that he was a dangerous monster.

Indeed... very dangerous...

Even his body would bleed from Mo Zilan's bite.If it is an ordinary monk, I am afraid that he will not be able to bear his mouth at all.

After these two sips, Fu Qing's wine was almost sober, but the smell of blood in his nostrils seemed to seep into the altar.My mind is a little fuzzy.

The pain gradually peeled off, and even the strength was weakened.

At some point, he couldn't hold on any longer, and sat down leaning against the tree.

Knock down a tree of spirit flowers.

The pure red falls on the pure white, watching him dye the rich black.

Because of Mo Zilan's deliberate fascination, a shocking pink appeared on his face that had been immaculate for many years.From the face to the tips of the ears.

His eyes were blurred and lifeless, but it was all him.

Amid the smell of blood and the strong smell of alcohol, Mo Zilan bent down, but he could clearly smell the nice cold fragrance of Fu Qing's body.

"It smells so good..."

Fu Qing seemed to hear someone say that.

Qingyan trembled, as if she wanted to tell him something.Fu Qing held down Qingyan, and with the other hand pressed Mo Zilan's head which was moving around.

He was a little confused: "What are you doing?"

Mo Zilan gently kissed his wound, and asked him: "...it's cold. Master, why is your blood cold?"

He is not.Fu Qing retorted in his heart, feeling a little depressed and inexplicable.

But he seemed too lazy to talk, so he grabbed a lock of Mo Zilan's hair and led him down.

Mo Zilan was obediently carried by him, obediently like a black cat ready to go in the night, waiting for a ray of light to illuminate it, and then reveal its true colors.

His face pressed against Fu Qing's heartbeat.Very slow, but eerily warm.

The cold air has entered the body for more than a hundred years, but it has never approached the warm and beating heart.

The voice that questioned him disappeared, and Fu Qing's consciousness was just about to fall into chaos, but he felt a hot hand covering his left hand.

The tighter the hand and the hilt of the sword, the more obvious the trembling of Qingyan.Fu Qing indulged Mo Zilan intentionally, even though Qingyan was agitated, she did not come out of her sheath to protect her master.

The warmth of that heart attracted Mo Zilan, he untied the obstructing cloth with one hand, but with the other hand, he involuntarily reached towards Qingyan.

On that world-famous sword was tied a thin crimson thread, connected to a sword pendant made of top-grade cold jade.

This time, Mo Zilan's thoughts agreed with the voice in his heart.They growled, said, wanted it.

From the time when the second junior brother brought the news that Master wanted to expel him from the sect, to when Mo Zilan personally crushed the peace pendant that Fu Qing had given him, to when he was reborn in the darkness of despair, Mo Zilan always wanted to get back from Fu. Qing got the peace pendant in his hand.

It was a gift from Fu Qing to his apprentice Mo Zilan.Unique, the kindness he has never received from others.

He had already called Master, but Master did not refute.Then, if he wants to ask for the sword pendant again, Master will not resist.So he gently pinched the Ping An Pei, trying to hold it in his hand.

The moment Ping'an Pei was touched, Fu Qing suddenly woke up, as if turning clouds and seeing fog.

His whole body tensed up, and Mo Zilan raised his eyes suddenly, meeting a pair of cold eyes.

Fu Qing said coldly: "Relax."

But before the first word was uttered, Mo Zilan was already shaken away with the spiritual power to protect his body.

That spiritual power was so pure that Mo Zilan was so shocked that half of his body went numb.When I noticed, the sleeves and eyelashes had already been dyed with a thin layer of snow.It's just that the strength was controlled extremely properly, and it didn't hurt him at all.

Fu Qing was able to travel through various dangerous places to suppress monsters by himself, not only because of his status as an immortal.If he had intended to resist before, Mo Zilan would have been frozen and thrown into Yangshuo Spring if he couldn't even struggle.

Fu Qing was imposing, but in Mo Zilan's eyes, this immortal was more beautiful and delicious than ever before.The clothes were messed up and hung loosely on his shoulders.The wounds on the neck and hands are still glowing with a charming bright red, as if inviting people to taste it again.The tallest and unattainable person is the most lustful when crushed.Even the threatening eyes are extremely beautiful.

It would be nice if it could be reproduced and preserved.Mo Zilan thought uncontrollably.

His eyes were cold, but the tips of his ears were still red.Even his voice was hoarse, and he smelled of alcohol when he spoke.There is no way to train people.

When Mo Zilan was thinking like this, he saw that Fu Qing pinched it lightly, and he felt the temperature around him plummet, as if even the air was frozen.The smell of wine was gone, and there was a thin layer of snow on the flowers and plants.

Fu Qing's mind has completely recovered, and the aura that seemed to be about to stab people with a sword just now has also stopped.He gathered up his clothes and looked calm and indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

"Are you awake?" Fu Qing asked.

The implication is that if he hasn't woken up yet, he doesn't mind waking Mo Zilan up.

The young man was still staring at him, treating all the words that passed his ears as clouds that would disperse in a blink of an eye.

It seems that he is not awake yet.Fu Qing was about to figure out a formula to transport Mo Zilan to Yangshuo Spring, but heard a muffled sound.

Mo Zilan fell straight to the ground like that, and passed out.

His eyes were still open, staring at the direction where Fu Qing was.

The author has something to say: Fu Qing: I am too difficult.

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