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

The waning moon is bleak and cloudy.In the silent cold cave, the smell of blood was so strong that it was pungent.

Two figures were leaning against the stone wall. Among them was a skinny man panting with difficulty. A sharp knife was stuck in the center of his chest. Bright red blood rolled down the back of the knife, dyed the black clothes red, and rolled to the ground again.

Endless suffocation plundered his consciousness, and even blurred his pain. In a daze, he was grabbed by the neckline, and he was forced to raise his head. His pale, paper-like face was no longer as proud and pure as before. , more decadent temptation.

The tall young man growled sullenly, his hands were covered with blood, but he shook the man's thin body violently, "Why are you like those people, you must kill me!"

"You tell me! Why!"

When the man was dying, his out-of-focus eyes began to cloud, and the rise and fall of his chest gradually became smaller, indicating that his life was about to end.

Scarlet blood rolled out of his mouth, and the man unconsciously sighed, "Xiaoxi, I'm sorry for your teacher..."

The young man turned a deaf ear, his eyes were red with hatred, and he complained as if talking to himself, "I used to believe in you, respect you, and love you like that, but you kept hurting me again and again—"

While speaking, the young man's face became more and more painful, struggle, reluctance, and resentment were intertwined, and finally his eyes were bloodshot, and he let go of the man's collar; the man's body immediately fell straight down like a broken doll.

At the same time, the young man clenched the handle of the knife on the man's chest with both hands, his black eyes were cold and dark, and he drew out the sharp knife without hesitation.

"Pfft-"

At that moment, the man thought: Am I going to die?

In the chaos of consciousness, someone seemed to whisper in his ear:

"...I won't let you die."

......

"...cough cough cough cough!" The person who had been asleep for a long time on the bed suddenly woke up. Ye Ling suddenly opened his eyes, panting violently, and his chest heaved rapidly.

It was getting dark, but the house was filled with warm candlelight.

"Master."

Raising his eyes, he happened to meet Shang Jingxi's pair of dark pupils, Ye Ling's heart skipped a beat, his body suddenly stepped back, and his hands instinctively pushed his body away.

The bloody scene just a moment ago is still vivid: the same face, the exact voice, and even the clothes on the body are exactly the same...

"Master," the young man looked at him blankly, without taking a step forward, and asked on the spot, "I learned that Master is unwell, and I just want to come and see."

Jing Xi's flattering tone brought Ye Ling back to his senses, remembering that he was in his own room at this time; his body felt weak, his mouth was astringent, he looked around, and asked hoarsely, "Where's Yu Lian?"

"Brother said that you suddenly had a high fever during the student competition." Jing Xi poured a cup of warm tea and put it in Ye Ling's palm, then immediately stepped back three steps, no longer approaching the bed, her eyelashes drooped, and a trace of injury appeared in her eyes, " The senior brother is making antipyretic medicine for the master, and he will come later."

The warm teacup warmed the cold palm, Ye Ling glanced at the young man who stopped looking up, all he could think of was his cold eyes and hysterical roar in his dream.

Unlike watching from a distance last time, this time he really felt that death is so easy.

It's just stabbing a knife in the chest and then pulling it out, no matter how fresh life is, it can end immediately.

The fragrance of sandalwood wafted from the purple stove by the table, and the dead silence was unbearable. Ye Ling took a sip of tea, and asked with a tight voice, "Jing Xi, have you ever hated anyone?"

The young man lowered his head, and after a long time, a voice came out, "I hated those who wanted me dead."

Ye Ling clenched the corner of the quilt unconsciously, "If there is hatred, should I kill him?"

Jing Xi's brows tightened, and she unconsciously raised her head to look at Ye Ling, who was pale and sweaty on her forehead, and her doubts became even worse, "If I don't kill them, how can I survive?"

Ye Ling clenched the wall of the cup tightly for a while, and suddenly felt that his question was a bit ridiculous; since he met the 17-year-old Jing Xi in the illusion that day, he had already decided to treat him sincerely, and in the next month, he would try his best to do what a master should do. responsibilities, instead of just treating him as an object of conquest.

It's just that the nightmare suddenly reappeared, and he lost his sense for a moment.

But there is one more thing.

At the end of the dream, the voice of the male voice was so similar to the bass in the fog two days ago, it was clearly the same person.

This person should not be an enemy, so why did he hide his identity?

"Master, win another game tomorrow, and the next fight will be the decisive battle of the conference." Jing Xi held back for a long time, but still couldn't hold back and asked, "If it's me and my brother in the final battle, who would the master hope to win?"

The hands behind his back were crossed uncomfortably, and the young man's usual calm and self-possessed expression was struggling. He looked carefully at the person with pink cheeks on the couch, and there was an inexplicable expectation in his eyes.

"The competition focuses on participation—"

"Master," Yu Lian opened the door and came in, walked around Jingxi, came to the couch and bent down, took the porcelain cup in Ye Ling's hand, "The medicine is ready, you should rest early after drinking it."

Ye Ling faintly felt that there was something wrong with the big apprentice tonight, and his attitude seemed to be colder than before, but he couldn't tell the specific problem, so he could only let him stuff the dark medicine into his hand, and then drink the medicine obediently Lose.

The good medicine tasted bitter, and after drinking a bowl, there was only a bitter and spicy taste between his lips and teeth. Just as he frowned and asked for water, another plum was stuffed in his hand.

"Master has a fever and needs rest." After a busy meal, he finally served Ye Ling to lie down, and Yu Lian looked back at Jing Xi with a calm expression, "Jing Xi, let's go back first."

The young man stood a few steps away from the table, hummed briefly, and his eyes fell on the person lying flat on the couch, but his eyes were already calm.

When the two turned around at the same time and were about to leave, Ye Ling seemed to be reminded of something, Jin quilt reached out and quickly grabbed Yu Lian's wrist, and said in a low voice, "Yu Lian, don't forget what I told you."

"Master, don't worry," Yu Lian bent down, carefully tucked the quilt up for the person, and said respectfully, "I understand."

The young man who had just stepped out of the door frame with one foot stood still, and he was unable to advance or retreat. The conversation in the room fell into his ears verbatim, deliberately whispering as if he was silently mocking him as an outsider.

The long night is long, and I don't know how many people have no sleep all night.

Siyao, who returned late, returned to the small courtyard exhausted. Before entering the courtyard, he saw a slender figure kneeling outside his room door at the stone railing of the promenade.

The drenched young man was on the verge of falling, his body trembling slightly in the cool evening wind, unaware of Si Yao walking behind him.

"Who made you kneel here."

His eyes lit up, and the sluggish Yunxi was instantly rejuvenated. He raised his head almost joyfully, and when he saw Si Yao's serious face, he dimmed again, and whispered, "I'm going to kneel myself."

Si Yao couldn't bear it, and said coldly, "Do you know why I punished you?"

Seeing Yun Xi's silence, Si Yao couldn't help but think of Meng Lang's behavior in the ring during the day, and he became angry, "Do you think the conference is as simple as a martial arts competition? It represents the candidates for the next generation of Immortal Governors, representing Involved in countless interests of forces from all directions."

"Yan Jin insists on worshiping under the Xuanqing sect. Do you think he really has no background? You deliberately deceived everyone and maliciously abolished his martial arts. Do you know how many people will grasp this and never let you go?"

The young man raised his head abruptly, his narrow peach eyes lit up, "So Master is only angry because of this?"

Si Yao stared, "Otherwise?"

"I thought Master saw Yan Jin's high talent and wanted to take him in as an apprentice," Yunxi thought for a while before changing his words, "But no matter how talented he is, he's not half as talented as me, so Master doesn't allow him to look at him. "

Seeing that the young man looked like he didn't want to be beaten, Si Yao laughed, and raised his hand to tap on the top of his head, "I'm already annoyed enough to have you alone, so I don't have the energy to provoke the second one."

"I'm not bothering you, I'm the most obedient." Seeing Si Yao finally showing a smile, Yunxi took the opportunity to protect his thigh/leg with both hands, and rubbed his head twice, "Master, don't be angry."

"Okay, get up quickly. Others will think I'm abusing my apprentice when they see it."

Si Yao rubbed the top of his hair, trying to pull him up, but unexpectedly he was hugged.The young man's arms around him were firm and strong, and there was a faint smell of sweat on his body.

He buried his neck in Si Yao's neck, rubbed his hairy head like a big dog again, and said sullenly:

"Master, it smells so good."

Feeling that the young man's body was still shaking slightly, Si Yao took off his cloak and put it on him, his eyebrows twitched when he lowered his head, "Is your hand dislocated? I'll fix it for you when you go back to the room."

Yun Xi wrapped his hands tightly around Si Yao's thin waist, hummed miserably, and said aggrievedly, "Master, it's so dark outside, I'm afraid."

"You're afraid of the dark at this age, what on earth do you want to say?" Si Yao laughed angrily, and reached out to pat him on the back.

The young man blinked his eyes slyly, "Master's bedroom is so big, it shouldn't matter if one more person sleeps?"

In the early morning of the next day, the sun was shining brightly, and everyone gathered at the edge of the ring, making a lot of noise.

Si Yao looked around, followed by Yunxi with arms hanging behind him; after looking for a long time, he didn't find a familiar figure, so he turned around and asked Yu Lian, "Where's Ye Lingren? I haven't seen him since yesterday."

Yu Lian paused, and after a while lowered her eyes and bowed, and answered slowly, "Master... I don't know."

Jing Xi behind the two frowned slightly and narrowed her eyes.

"I don't know? Both of you are going to have a competition today," Si Yao pondered for a moment, waved his hand to call for the servant, turned his head and said, "Go to the Green Bamboo Courtyard to find—"

"Let's go as a disciple. The disciple's competition is in the next round, so don't worry about it," Yu Lian interrupted, "Besides, Master doesn't like others to disturb you."

Si Yao nodded, turned around and gave Jing Xi a few simple words, then went up to the stands.

"Hey, concentrate, don't lose," Yunxi dangled in front of Jingxi with one arm dangling, raised his eyebrows and said, "I want to see how you defeat the kid from Xingyunzong at that time." .”

Xing Lan, the second senior brother of Xing Yunzong, Yu Lian's opponent.

Jing Xi put down the black iron sword on his back, closed his eyes and felt the rapid movement of his body's spiritual power, and said in a deep voice, "How do you know that senior brother will lose."

Yun Xi lowered his head and kissed the bandage on his arm, looked at Yu Lian's disappearing figure, and smiled playfully, "If a person wants to lose by himself, who can help him win."