The villain master got pregnant after being whitewashed [Transmigration Book]

The narrow corridor was full of people. More than a dozen Xuanqingzong disciples came out of their rooms and gathered at the door of Jingxi's room. Many of them looked like they were joining in the fun.

There were only a few large pieces of broken wooden boards left next to the bed in the wall, and the surroundings of the bed were full of wood chips. The room that was originally clean was now a little messy.

Yu Lian frowned slightly, turned her head to look at the silent Jing Xi by the wall, and asked with concern, "Are you all right?"

Jing Xi shook her head, her face was gloomy, she lifted her foot in a bad mood, and kicked the sawdust at her foot into the broken bed frame.

He just wanted to take a nap just now, but who knew that the bed collapsed immediately when he touched it.

Yunxi, who had just finished washing, changed into a loose nightgown, leaned against the door frame as if he had no bones, made random gestures in front of his eyes, and smiled, "Why don't you just make do with the wooden frame tonight Got it."

Hearing the sound, Xiao Er who hurried over was also surprised, walked around the bed a few times, helpless and said, "This is the first time a guest officer has collapsed the bed..."

Some disciples questioned loudly, "Could it be that your bed has been gnawed by mice because you haven't slept in it for a long time?"

"Then isn't it possible that my bed..."

"What's the noise?"

Si Yao and Ye Ling came together, and all the disciples gave way consciously. Even Yun Xi put away his foolish appearance, stood up straight honestly, and replied respectfully, "Master, Jing Xi's The bed collapsed."

"Jingxi, are you okay?"

"It's fine, thank you, Sect Master, for your concern."

After pondering for a while, Si Yao turned his head to Yunxi and said, "Well, now you go back to the house and put my baggage in Xiaoling's room, and tonight, together with Jing Xi—"

"But I want to sleep with Master, and I guess Jing Xi doesn't want to live with me either," Yun Xi interrupted, her thin lips pouting slightly, a pair of seductive peach eyes full of resentment, and just now "It's just a night's sleep, and there's no need to move around. Are you right, Master Frost Moon?"

More than a dozen pairs of eyes fell on Ye Ling, and Si Yao couldn't stand being tormented by Yun Xi, so he asked his opinion helplessly, "Is it okay?"

Wouldn't the refusal at this time be equivalent to slapping Jingxi in public, adding another stroke to his black history with his own hands.Ye Ling laughed dryly, "Of course it's fine, Jingxi, you can pack up and come here."

After everyone dispersed, Ye Ling went downstairs to ask for water to wash. In order to give Jing Xi enough time to clean up, and to give himself enough time to prepare mentally, he also deliberately found a place in the courtyard to enjoy the moon. It took an incense stick of time to go back.

Jing Xi had already tidied up, sitting on the edge of the bed, with her broad shoulders leaning against the headboard of the bed, facing out the window, staring intently at the paper package Si Yao gave Ye Ling on the table, her eyes fixed.

Ye Ling thought he was hungry for a moment, so she walked slowly to the table, picked up the paper bag, turned around and handed it to Jing Xi, "Do you want to eat?"

Jing Xi's eyes trembled, fragility flashed across her eyes, she shook her head tiredly, got up and went to wash up together.

There was a breeze, and the moon was shining brightly. Ye Ling was lying on the bed next to the wall with her clothes on, with many thoughts in her heart and no sleepiness.

Just now he was still too hasty, this trip originally made Jing Xi unable to do anything, but in the end he "led the wolf into the house" and took the initiative to create an opportunity for the two of them to be alone.

Thinking of this, Ye Ling turned over and got out of bed, walked to the wardrobe, opened it and took out her bag, took out a dagger from the lower layer and put it in her sleeve, and then lay back under the quilt with a little relief.

Jing Xi's washing time was longer than Ye Ling's, and she didn't come back until the whole inn was quiet, and pushed open the wooden door of the room very quietly.

The night was silent, and the young man's footsteps could be clearly heard in the house. From far to near, they landed on Ye Ling's body like sharp needles.

He rushed out of the window undefended, but the stiff body under the quilt betrayed Ye Ling's nervousness at the moment.He could feel Jing Xi approaching step by step, walking slowly, his tall figure reflected a slender black shadow under the clear moonlight, completely covering his slightly curled up body in the shadow.

The chest was throbbing violently, and the hand next to the puff was tightly gripping the sharp knife, Ye Ling almost lost his patience during Jing Xi's long stay still.

In the subtle stalemate, the young man suddenly bent down and tucked up the quilt for the person on the couch. His fiery breath fell deep into the root of Ye Ling's neck, scalding his heart, and for a moment he forgot to breathe. Involuntarily trembling.

Both of them were breathless.

With a soft murmur, Ye Ling could only pretend to be asleep and frowned slightly, leaning her body inward, pressing the unsheathed dagger under her body, her whole body was like being fished out of ice water, even her fingertips were cold .

Jing Xi froze on the spot for a long time, and the two of them were so close that they couldn't hear his breathing; it wasn't until there was a faint and urgent knock on the door in the distance that the deadlock in the room was broken.

At first, Ye Ling's whole body was tense, and she didn't notice the change at all. When the quiet room was broken by the creaking door, Jing Xi had already rushed out of the door and disappeared.

Followed by a muffled moan mixed with pain.

not good!Something happened outside!

Immediately turned over from the bed, Ye Ling even forgot to put on his shoes in a hurry, grabbed the sword beside the bed and rushed out of the room, reaching the corner of the stairs in the blink of an eye.

The door of the inn, which was originally closed, was now wide open, and a disciple of the famous Xuan Qingzong was strangled by someone at the door, his face was purple, his hands were flailing weakly, and he seemed to have almost lost consciousness.

The murderer was a man in tattered clothes, with his waist bent and his limbs stiff, his hair disheveled and his face invisible, only a pair of slender pupils, shining a ghostly green light in the dark night.

This appearance can no longer be called a "human", perhaps a "zombie" is more appropriate.

Ye Ling struggled for a moment between drawing his sword and turning around to call for help; this zombie was able to capture the disciple of the Xuanqing Sect alive, and his cultivation level is naturally not low.

But everyone else in Xuanqingzong slept on the other side after the corner in the corridor. Only his room and Jingxi's room were at the stairs, far apart. At this time, not only could everyone not hear the sound, but they would even startle the snake by shouting loudly. .

When he was in doubt, a black shadow rushed out from the corner, jumped on his toes, and jumped into the air. After waving the extremely black black iron sword in his hand in the air, he swooped down and chopped off the zombie's entire body with one blow. arm.

Thick brown-green liquid spewed out, splashed all over the ground, instantly corroded the floor, and emitted traces of green smoke.

And the zombie-like man froze for a moment as if he felt no pain, then twisted his neck and made a horrible creaking sound, with a hoarse and regular roar in his throat, which was even more eerie in the cold night and deep dew.

Click, click, click.

Dozens of zombies rushed in from the empty door, their bodies were as stiff as zombies with severed arms, but the ones that came in were even uglier, with bloody mouths wide open, and endless drops of saliva rolling down on the ground.

The zombie with a broken arm seems to be the leader. Since he lost his arm, he no longer cares about the life and death of that disciple of the Xuanqing sect. He growled twice without looking back, and the hordes of zombies surrounded Jing Xi layer upon layer in an instant. stand up.

Even though he was surrounded by water, the young man with a sword in his hand still stands out from the crowd, and his clothes have not faded, just like the last light in the long night, dazzling.

Jing Xi's expression was calm, her cold black eyes were calm, she looked down like ants as more and more monsters poured in and pounced on him, slowly raised her sword across the land in front of her, and chanted softly speak out,

"Wan, ghost, stand, cut."

"Peng--!"

A deep pit was blasted in Yizhang centered on the young man, surrounded by debris and debris, green liquid splashed everywhere in the house, severed fingers and limbs can be seen everywhere, and the air is full of the rotting stench of dead bodies.

Only the young man in the field stands still in place, with the green light on his sword pointing directly at the sky and the earth, looking down upon all living beings.

Just when Ye Ling breathed a sigh of relief, a zombie with only half of its head exploded suddenly rushed out from the shadowy place with the young man's back, using all four limbs, recklessly rushed to Jing Xi who was a few steps away, showing sharp claws Pointing at the young man's heart, he wanted to ambush him directly from behind, a fatal move.

There was only a puff, and an anxious cry sounded in the room:

"Jingxi—!"