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

"Lord, what is this?" The young man with a coquettish face opened his green eyes, curiously looking at the cylinder in the hands of the man in black robe, "Can you see it, Ah Lan?"

The man was dressed in a black robe, and his whole body was hidden in the dark night. Under the curious eyes of the young man, he spread his palms.

In the slender and white hand, there is a silver-gray cylinder, which is crystal clear.

"This is the memory fruit." The black-robed man's voice was low and hoarse, "You just need to plant the seed and the memory stick in the body of the 'carrier' during the competition."

The young man nodded obediently like a cat, knelt down on his knees, and rubbed against the man, with eager eyes in his eyes, he flattered him, "Lord, Ah Lan is so hungry."

Looking at the eager application in the young man's eyes, the man conjured a dagger from the void, and cut the palm of his left hand cleanly, and bright red liquid immediately oozes from the wound.

The man's palms were facing down, and the blood dripped down together, dripping into the mouth of the boy who was kneeling on his knees.

"Jingxi?! How could it be him!?"

The one who exclaimed was an immortal from a certain sect. His disciple lost in one-tenth of a stick of incense four days ago, setting a record for the fastest defeat in the immortal sect meeting.

Looking at the extremely familiar face in the crystal ball, Ye Ling and Si Yao were also surprised for a moment; in the silence, Ye Ling put down his teacup and got up, and came to the center of the crowd dressed in white, looked at Xuanzhou and asked, "Second The prince means that Jing Xi is the secret guard who took Yan Jin away?"

Xuanzhou smiled slightly, "Exactly."

"I don't want to offend." Ye Ling crossed Xuanzhou and walked straight to the middle-aged man. "Has the guardian ever found a hidden guard with 'seeds' before?"

The big protector hesitated for a moment and shook his head, but said firmly, "But the water spirit ball can locate the seed, I can be sure of that."

"The deity guarantees with his personality that Jing Xi is not a secret guard." Ye Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, then turned around and asked Xuan Zhou, "Then how can the second prince prove that the diagnosis of this crystal ball is correct?"

There was silence all around, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Ye Ling in the center of the hall.The secret guard has only been known for a year, but its power should not be underestimated. It is shameful to mention it with just a few simple sentences from Ye Ling.

But the Xuanqing Sect is one of the four major sects in the world, even if Xuanzhou is the second prince of the Huang Clan, it is not easy to offend him.

Si Yao came to Ye Ling, "If this kind of seed has been on Jing Xi's body, why did the guardian notice it now? Jing Xi hasn't left these days."

At this time, someone stood up and boldly said, "Find someone trustworthy to read his memory, and you can tell if it's a secret guard at a glance."

As soon as the words fell, the crowd immediately echoed, "Yes, yes, if you refuse to do this, you must be a guilty conscience!"

Si Yao and Ye Ling looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes; seeing this, Xuanzhou turned around and took a few steps to pull out Ah You who was happily nibbling melon seeds in the corner, and put them on the table, "If you don't trust me, just let me know." Ah You come and see, how about it?"

There was an eerie silence in the arena.

The fierce struggle that everyone was looking forward to did not happen, and the two outstanding fighters stood in place, with their eyes closed and their brows furrowed, without saying a word.

Ever since Xinglan with different eyes clapped her hands in full view and murmured in a low voice, there was no sound in this competition.

"After waiting for a long time, this is it? These two people will not fall asleep."

"Don't talk nonsense, this is 'Dream Paradise', one of Nebula Sect's trump cards. By stealing memories, you can bring yourself and your opponent into the illusion at the same time, and kill people in the illusion without seeing blood," an older disciple said in amazement, " I didn't expect Xing Lan to master it so proficiently at such a young age."

The whispering in the auditorium became more and more noisy. Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck in the clear sky, followed by a deafening thunder.

The purple light inlaid with gold slashed down next to the young man in the center of the field several times, and the booming sound was endless, blowing away the young man's bundled black hair and dancing wildly with the wind.

While watching the battle, it was sunny and sunny, but there were dark clouds, low-pressure thunder and lightning in the arena; in the dead silence, the tall young man slowly opened his eyes—a pair of bottomless red eyes, filled with endless violence and blood.

He looked at the young and petite boy in front of him coldly, and walked forward step by step with no expression on his face, leaving footprints half an inch deep wherever he stepped.

The young man with a beautiful face is still trapped in his own illusion and cannot escape, his face is pale, and he is completely unaware of the young man's approach.

The young man came to the boy's side, put his left hand on his slender neck slowly, and asked coldly, "Who taught you this illusion?"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was deaf to the exclamation around him. He clenched his left hand hard, and the intertwined blue veins on his arm were clearly visible.

The comatose young man felt the pain, and instinctively grasped the young man's muscular little hand, whimpering incoherently, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.

In the huge venue, there is only a voice as cold as water:

"I'll ask you again, who taught you this illusion."

"Judge, do you think you want to order someone to stop it?"

"No need," the man on the high platform narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the red-eyed young man, slowly raised his eyebrows, and said with interest, "This kid is interesting, I want to see if he dares to make a move."

The boy's panting became more and more rapid, and his alluring facial features even began to distort. After a long time, he finally opened his eyes and begged for mercy in a low voice intermittently, "Wait, forgive..."

"Jingxi! Don't stop!"

A yell broke the young man's cold and hard shell, his eyes moved as if he was waking up from a dream, and the tiger's mouth loosened, the young man sat on the ground limply, with a clearly visible purple-red pinch mark on his white lotus-like neck.

When Jing Xi turned around, the scarlet in her eyes had already faded away, and the pitch blackness was bottomless.Amidst the exclamations of the Xingyun Sect disciples, he strode off the stage and walked towards the source of the scolding just now.

The young man was already tall and tall, but now he was walking straight and gloomy, coupled with the aura that was almost murderous, he was like a living evil spirit; therefore, the disciples of the Xuanqing Sect did not dare to rush forward , standing in place, applauded slightly to welcome.

Ye Ling came alone, strode forward and asked, "What happened just now?"

"The disciple fell into the illusion, and was fascinated for a while." Jing Xi lowered her eyes and cupped her hands and replied, her tone was respectful but extremely alienated.

Ye Ling looked at the young man standing a few steps away, and felt that after a competition, he seemed to be a different person. The reassuring feeling disappeared, and it was indescribably awkward.

The two faced each other silently, and the surrounding disciples naturally didn't dare to make a sound; until the atmosphere became suffocating, Yun Xi, who had been leaning on the black stone with his eyes closed and dreaming, yawned, picked a leaf and drank it , lazily pushed aside the crowd, "What's going on? Lost?"

His eyes swept over Ye Ling, and finally fell on Jing Xi. Yun Xi's face became tense, and he even forgot to salute Ye Ling. He put one hand on Jing Xi's shoulder, frowned and said in a low voice, "What's going on?"

The young man pushed it away with one hand, "It's okay."

"Your body is shaking."

"I said it's fine!"

A roar made the whole place quiet again. No one cheered, congratulated, or regretted. Except for the members of the Xingyun Sect who were rushing to treat their son of Tianjiao, everyone couldn't help keeping silent, silently looking at the corner. the undefeated.

Seeing more and more people watching the excitement, Ye Ling felt that this was not the way to go. No matter what Jing Xi suffered in the illusion just now, the most important thing is to calm people down.

So he stepped forward to try to persuade him, but as soon as half of his foot stepped out, the young man rushed forward unexpectedly, and hugged him into his arms without any explanation.

The tip of the nose was filled with a faint scent of saponin, which was light but undeniable. Ye Ling almost buried his whole body in the young man's warm chest, and after a while, he unconsciously frowned.

Jing Xi trembled too much.

It's not the joy of winning the leader, but it's more like a drowning person grabbing the last duckweed, and can only hold on tightly.

Ye Ling felt pain in his back, and just as he wanted to speak out, he heard the young man calling him hoarsely in his ear, his tone sounded aggrieved, "Master, that man lied to me just now."

"Lie to you?"

Jing Xi hummed and stopped talking, as if she was afraid of light, she desperately shrank her head to Ye Ling's shoulder, her body trembling all the time.

With a faint pain from being wrapped around her waist, Ye Ling smiled and waved away the people around her, while patting Jingxi's back lightly, "Since it's a lie, don't think about it; by the way, I have something to ask you. "

Ye Ling was thinking about the secret guard in his heart, and didn't notice the young man's slightly gloomy expression when he skipped the topic.

Jing Xi slowly let go of the person, her dark eyes stared at Ye Ling for a long time, and finally lowered her eyes, regaining all the emotions a moment ago, and looked up calmly when she looked up again.

"Master, please speak."

The matter of the dark guard was completely unfamiliar to Jing Xi at this time, but fortunately he was talented, Ye Ling explained the ins and outs of the matter in a few simple words, and finally concluded, "Now Xuanzhou suspects that you are the one who took Yan Jin away. Dark Guard."

There was a slight disdain in the young man's eyes, "He is already a useless person, what's the point of taking him away."

"But this matter can't be clarified for a while, Xuanzhou insisted that you are the secret guard again," Ye Ling frowned, "The suzerain has been arguing with others for a long time, but everyone still asks to retrieve your memory to prove the relationship between you and Xuanqingzong. clean."

Jing Xi stared at him, "So, Master agreed with them?"

The young man's eyes were calm and sharp, a pair of dark eyes almost pierced into Ye Ling's heart, for some reason, Ye Ling seemed to read a trace of powerless sadness in these eyes, his heart softened, and he suddenly couldn't speak.

The Xuanqing Sect is one of the four great sects in the world, with a very high reputation; and it is also because of its unshakable status that Si Yao cannot refuse Xuanzhou's request.

The matter of the hidden guard is not a matter of a single person, and it is not something that the Xuanqing Sect can control. It concerns the whole world, the entire human race, and even all forces in the Four Realms.

In comparison, Jing Xi today is nothing more than an insignificant existence.

"...No, just to let you know." Ye Ling is not good at lying, so he turned his head to avoid the young man's eyes. "Since we have won the championship, let's go back to the room and have a rest. The teacher has to go back beforehand."

There may be a turning point in this matter, and he needs some time to think about countermeasures.

"it is good."

Jing Xi nodded, looked at Ye Ling's rapidly disappearing back, turned and walked towards Tianji Pavilion in the east.

The top five of the Immortal Gate Conference will all receive an opportunity from the Immortal Governor, and this year's opportunity will be implemented in the Tianji Pavilion of the Tianxingmen.

"In previous years, the top five went together to obtain opportunities. Why is Mr. Jing so anxious this year?"

An old man in front of the attic stroked his white beard and asked with a smile, "Could it be that there is some treasure that I want so much that they might take it away first?"

After bowing his hands and saluting, Jing Xi glanced sideways at the black iron sword on his back, and said in a deep voice, "I have a last resort reason, I hope the immortal will allow it."

Seeing people tense up, the old man with white beard chuckled and shouted a few words, "Don't be nervous, it's not a breach of the rules, I'll just let you in."

After finishing the words, the old man turned the whisk in his hand, and the tip of the tail was outlined with a circle. A moment later, a huge black hole appeared in the void with twisted edges.

"Go ahead, remember that opportunities can only be met, but if you don't force them, your success will fall short."

The old man's words were still echoing in his ears. The moment Jing Xi stepped into the black hole with one foot, the black hole seemed to have infinite suction, mercilessly engulfing him and turning him into another extremely dark space.

You can't see your fingers, except for your own body, Jing Xi seems to be in the endless void, and can't feel any other existence.

"This is the first time in nearly a hundred years that someone has called me out. Young man, what do you want?"

Suddenly, an old and slow voice suddenly sounded beside my ears. Although I could only hear the voice but not see the person, the majesty and power in this voice cannot be underestimated.

"This junior just wants to ask a question, I wonder if the senior can answer the question?""

"Oh?" The old voice was obviously interested, and the tone rose, "What do you want to ask?"

Taking a deep breath, Jing Xi asked loudly, "I don't know if senior knows the skill of 'Nine Nether Devouring Spirits'? It is a skill that relies on other people's sacrifices to increase one's own cultivation?"

The young man clenched his palms tightly, and his palms were wet with sweat.

After a long time, the voice said coldly, with a hint of impatience in his tone, "Boy, the evil technique will definitely set your upper body on fire, do you really think I will tell you?"

"Senior only needs to tell me whether this technique ever existed, and the rest can be freely considered by the younger generation."

In the deathly silence, only the old voice sneered,

"It's not difficult, but you have to clarify first. Who did you learn from, and how did you get the scar on your wrist?"