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

"Step aside."

"Don't let it go," Yun Xi slapped the wooden pillars of the corridor, blocking the young man's way, and said with a frown, "Jing Xi, why are you so nervous."

"This matter has nothing to do with you," the two tall boys confronted each other, Jing Xi took a step forward, only a punch away from Yunxi, turned her head, and whispered in his ear,

"I say one last time, get out of the way."

"I'll say it again for the last time. The suzerain is not seeing anyone now. I don't care if you want to become a teacher or what." Yunxi looked at him coldly, without any sign of retreat in his eyes, "You can't enter here."

Next to the long corridor is the vestibule leading to Si Yao's study. Just now, Jing Xi watched the man come slowly, with a calm expression and a neat body, which was quite different from the embarrassing appearance an hour ago.

When he passed through the front courtyard, he felt a quick and precise stab in the eye, and his muscles tensed uncontrollably instantly. His whole body seemed to be shrouded in an invisible huge shadow, and he couldn't even raise his head.

It was always like this, in front of that man, apart from being humble, he couldn't even utter a single question.

"Yunxi," the young man suddenly had a fierce look on his body, his eyes were bloodshot, and he silently clenched the hilt of his sword with his right palm, "Don't force me to do it."

Cun deep fist marks gradually appeared on the wooden stakes to lean on, and the surrounding branches and leaves trembled crazily; Yunxi chuckled, raised his eyebrows provocatively, his long and narrow eyes were full of smiles, and sneered, "It's just right, I'd like to see Look how powerful you are."

"You don't have a good rest when you look so pale," Si Yao made a cup of warm tea, handed it over, and said in a warm voice, "Go and sit over there."

As he said that, he looked back at Yu Lian who came in together, and said in a reproachful tone, "And you, knowing that your master is not in good health, you still have to say it now."

After taking the teacup, the heat from the cup wall warmed her fingertips; through the closed door, Ye Ling could still clearly hear the conversation between the two outside, she sat down beside Si Yao with downcast eyes, and said softly, " It has nothing to do with him, I want to come by myself."

"Master can't persuade you about Jingxi's matter, so I naturally don't expect you to listen to it." Si Yao sighed helplessly, "You always have an idea, what do you plan to do now."

Ye Ling shook his head, the earth-shaking changes caught him off guard, "Give me some time to think about it."

He naturally knew that breaking the master-student relationship was the safest and surest way, but the adult night was only about ten days old, and the sacrifice had not yet been completed, so what's the difference between letting Jingxi go like this and killing him with his own hands?

Besides, if he really abandons people cruelly, it will be equivalent to destroying the original body's life's hard work, and thoroughly fulfilling all unnecessary crimes.

"Okay," Si Yao smiled kindly, raised his hand to touch the top of Ye Ling's hair, and said softly, "Come to me if you need anything."

"Xiao Ling, you have to remember that your brothers will always be behind you, don't wrong yourself at any time."

The stalemate between the two young men in the corridor ended at some point. When Si Yao sent Ye Ling out of the house, only Yun Xi stood outside the door with his head bowed, and Jing Xi had long since disappeared.

Yun Xi's face was colored, and after bowing his hands to salute the two, he retreated behind Si Yao and watched Ye Ling and Yu Lian leave Chu Yunfeng together.

After Ye Ling left, Si Yao turned to look at Yunxi's blood-stained face, raised his hand to gently brush his face, and twitched his eyebrows.

"That brat is a cat, he scratched me twice while I wasn't paying attention," Yun Xi casually prevaricated, raised his left hand quietly, pretending to touch his face, and took the opportunity to grab Si Yao's hand, There was a howl and a hiss.

"You've been lazy again recently, and you've been beaten like this." Seeing that people still have the strength to be funny, Si Yao felt relieved, and his frowning finally eased.

The young man had a sad expression on his face, his narrow peach eyes blinked, and he said pitifully, "Master, you have changed. You used to bandage me when I broke my arm, but now you only sneer at me."

Si Yao raised his eyebrows, "Why do you bandage your face? Is there a circle around your head?"

"That's fine," the young man squinted his eyes and smiled, showing a pair of sharp canine teeth, looking harmless to humans and animals, "as long as it's made by the master, anything is fine."

Si Yao raised his hand and flicked his head on his forehead, and the kid who was half a head taller immediately screamed in pain like a butcher; his playful and slippery appearance successfully made the man laugh, and asked him what he wanted what.

With paint on his face, the young man tried his best to get into his arms like a big dog, sending his head into his raised palm,

"It's only good if Master rubs his head."

Even after knowing the truth, Ye Ling still didn't like the Water Curtain Cave, so he moved all the scrolls into the dark room of the bedroom in Yinzhuyuan, and placed three layers of restrictions in front of the Water Curtain Cave.

Before leaving, he looked at the dagger lying on the slate, thought for a moment, walked over and bent down to pick it up, and put it in his arms.

Ah You looked weird, after all, she was still a child, she felt relieved when she saw that Ye Ling was fine, caught butterflies outside the house after dinner, and fell asleep on Ye Ling's bed from early on.

After covering Xiao Heituan with a quilt, Ye Ling went to the dark room alone, sighed as he looked at the scrolls on the table, sat down and carefully read the notes for a while, his upper and lower eyelids began to fight, and his consciousness became blurred.

The second before he fell asleep, he thought in a daze that he was probably dreaming again.

Lying on the familiar couch was a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, with his eyes closed and short of breath, his cheeks were abnormally red, and his expression was very painful.

The bed was slightly sunken, and someone sat down on the side of the bed, carefully tucked the corners of the quilt, and touched the boy's hot forehead with his slightly cool palm.

The young man's eyelashes trembled, and he struggled to open his red eyes. When he saw someone coming, his gloomy eyes lit up instantly, and he said hoarsely, "Master, am I dying soon?"

The man paused, helped the boy up, picked up the concoction on the table, scooped out a spoonful and handed it to his mouth, "Don't talk nonsense."

"I want to wait a few days before I die," the young man huddled together with his facial features suffering from the medicine, a little aggrieved, "It will be Master's birthday soon, and I have already thought about what gift to give, cough cough cough—"

The boy suddenly turned his body and coughed heart-piercingly, then swallowed the medicine and choked it up the trachea, coughing all over the place.

The man didn't have much expression on his face, he just patted the boy's back patiently; after the cough stopped, he touched the boy's head, as if making a promise, looked into his eyes and said seriously, "Jing Xi, you will not die."

"When you get better, my teacher will take you to see the lantern."

...

The dream came to an abrupt end, Ye Ling straightened up and rubbed her sore forearm.

So... this is the memory of the original body just now?He wants to save people by himself?

Rubbing the scroll with his fingertips, judging from the time recorded on the scroll, there are still ten days left until Jing Xi becomes an adult and falls into the devil, but there are only two days left before the last time he will cut his heart and draw blood.

Picking up the dagger at the foot of the table, Ye Ling compared it to his heart, and with a wry smile found that his entire forearm was trembling uncontrollably.

I don't know how the original body overcomes people's instinctive fear of pain and is so cruel to himself.

Putting down the dagger and leaving the dark room, Ye Ling stood still in front of the Xuan window, watching the soft moonlight fall on the winding stone road outside the door, casting a little silver light.

The line of sight follows the moonlight all the way forward, and stops abruptly when it reaches the end.

The young man stood at the end of the road, with his back turned to him, motionless, with a tall and lonely silhouette drawn from his back.

——"When you get better, I will take you to see the lanterns as a teacher."

"This is the last time..." Ye Ling murmured softly, put on her gauze, and pushed open the door.

Go to youth.