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

The person lying there... is Ye Ling?

Jing Xi only felt that her limbs were cold and hard, her legs seemed to be filled with lead, and she remained motionless.

Xuanzhou gritted his teeth and sent spiritual power to Ye Ling from afar, but he couldn't absorb it in a deep coma. The chest that was heaving and rising a moment ago was slowing down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally became like a lifeless dead body , calmly eerie.

The man who usually doesn't have a single wrinkle in his clothes, now the front of his chest is torn, revealing a section of blood-red gauze, and he can't bear to look directly at his cold face.

There was a loud bang in the sky, and Si Yao, who rushed over upon hearing the sound, stabbed the black-robed man with a sword from afar, with an unstoppable force.

The man in black was not fond of fighting, he easily dodged the blow by turning sideways, seemed to lower his head to look down, flicked his sleeves, and disappeared in front of everyone.

"I'll do it." With an unquestionable tone, Si Yao carefully took Ye Ling from Xuanzhou's arms, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, his expression became more and more ugly, "The loss of spiritual knowledge is too great, and it is impossible to use spiritual power to transport it."

Taking out the jade slips for interrogation from his arms, Si Yao told Yun Xi with a solemn face, asking him to immediately call Yu Lian to Yinzhuyuan.

Holding the dying Ye Ling, Si Yao walked two steps and turned his head, frowning at Jing Xi, "I don't care what happened between you, but from now on, you are no longer a disciple of Xuanqingzong."

"Remember, it's not you who want to leave, it's Ye Ling who doesn't want you."

Xuan Zhou glanced at Jing Xi, then at the unconscious Ye Ling, and stopped him, "Let him follow, lest he feel wronged."

When the three hurried back to the Yinzhu Courtyard, Yu Lian and Yunxi were already waiting at the door; Si Yao quickly entered the bedroom, and hugged him firmly onto the bed, the plain white silk bedding was instantly stained red with blood.

At the same time, Yunxi, who came in last, looked at the furnishings in the house and couldn't help gasping.

He had only been to Master Frost Moon's residence once, but this time it looked completely different. The two stone walls disappeared, and another huge house expanded in one direction, and there was even an identical bedroom.

After handing Ye Ling over to Yu Lian, Si Yao straightened up with a pale face; he didn't expect Ye Ling's spiritual consciousness to be depleted to such an extent that even the spirit stone couldn't detect his breath, and he built a stone wall according to the order.

The four people in the room gathered around the bed, only Jing Xi, like an unrelated outsider, watched in silence as Yu Lian took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, poured out a crystal lotus seed, and took it from Xuanzhou's hand. bowl with warm water.

"Wannian snow lotus seed?" Si Yao frowned, "Where did you get this medicinal material?"

The mellow lotus seeds quickly melted in the water, filling the room with a delicate fragrance; Yu Lian didn't answer, she dug a spoonful and put it into Ye Ling's mouth in a steady motion. Sure enough, the protective effect of snow lotus seeds immediately stopped the gurgling blood flow in the chest.

After the medicine was fed, the needles were given. The three of them lifted Ye Ling up carefully, avoiding the wound and took off/removed a thick layer of gauze on Ye Ling's chest. Looking at the inch-long wound on Ye Ling's chest, they were speechless for a while. .

"The snow lotus seed is obtained by the disciple by chance." Yu Lian lowered her eyes, spread out the fur folder, twisted three silver needles a few inches long between her fingers, and stabbed Ye Ling's wound accurately and ruthlessly.

There was a dead silence in the room, until after a stick of incense, there was finally a soft panting sound from the couch, and everyone's uneasy hearts were put back into their stomachs.

Xuanzhou has been sizing up the darkroom since just now. Seeing that Ye Ling was no longer in danger for his life, under the watchful eyes of several people, he strode into the darkroom. After a long time, he took a scroll and walked towards Jingxi. come.

He threw the scroll in front of the young man and waited for his reaction without saying a word.

There were traces of scratches left by the years on the scroll, Jing Xi lowered her head, looking at the four large characters that were about to be worn away on the scroll, there was a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

In the cave that day, he could clearly see the first four characters on the scroll, wasn't it the conclusive evidence that Ye Ling wanted to use him as a sacrifice?

It's just... Since Ye Ling took him as a sacrifice, why did he have to leave a spiritual consciousness on him?

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter in the room, Xuanzhou couldn't help but burst out laughing, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to have infinite emotion, "Ye Ling, Ye Ling, look, this is the good you have been thinking about and protecting with your life. apprentice."

There was only a chill in the seductive peach blossom eyes, Xuan Zhou said coldly, "Have you ever heard of the curse that the son of the devil can't survive the age of 15?"

With a "snap", the scroll was slammed onto the young man, Xuan Zhou pointed to the darkroom, "Go and see for yourself."

Holding the scrolls and walking into the dark room, Jing Xi was on the table in the corner and saw the scrolls piled up like a hill in the cave that day. He bent down, and he unfolded some of them and spread them out on the table.

"The 30th year of Gengxu...a bowl of blood from the heart, with half a catty of Baiwei...refined into pills in the furnace...Xi's high fever relieved, and a long cough at night... ...."

Baiwei, Qiangman, Lvlilian... The densely packed prescriptions in the scroll are all medicinal materials for protecting the heart, and none of them has the slightest toxicity.

"...The awakening of the blood is difficult to suppress, or it can be suppressed by the method of assimilation: there is a..." three inches between the wrists..."

Slowly, the young man felt that something in his heart collapsed in an instant; unfolding the Nine Nether Devouring Spirits, Jing Xi's fingers trembled, and she quickly scanned the contents of the scroll, her fingertips stopped on the last line of small characters at the end.

"Xi's nature is heavy on righteousness, so she must refuse it, so there's no need to say too much."

As soon as his legs gave way, the young man slammed against the stone table legs, knocking over the wooden basin at his feet, and a dagger and blood-stained gauze rolled to the ground.

The blood of the heart, the curse of the son of the devil...

Jing Xi stumbled out, holding the bloody gauze in her hand, grabbed Xuan Zhou's collar, and growled like a dying beast, "What on earth do you know!"

The man shook off the young man's hand and approached him step by step, with his fingers pressed against his chest, his red golden eyes looked at the young man coldly, "You had a high fever when you were 15 years old, right? Did you get better later for no reason?"

"You shouldn't be living in this world, but Ye Ling used his own life to forcefully keep you."

Si Yao's face on the side was livid, as if he already knew what happened, Yun Xi couldn't tell what was going on behind him, only Yu Lian calmly administered needles for Ye Ling without changing his face.

"I don't believe it, how could I be a demon...how could it be!"

The Xuanqing Sect is the number one sect in the world. Supporting justice and eradicating demons are the number one purpose of Taoists. Now this irrelevant man tells him that he is not only a demon clan, but also an existence that is despised and hated by the whole world. Repay evil for good, deceive teachers and destroy ancestors.

Why should he believe it!

Jing Xi roared in a low voice, stepped back step by step, and slammed into the bookshelf behind her with a bang, scrolls and vases fell to the ground one after another, and many objects fell on the young man, making him extremely embarrassed.

At some point, tears filled Jing Xi's dry eyes, and in his blurred vision, he saw Ye Ling lying quietly on the bed with his eyes closed; his face, which had been wiped off with blood, was as pale as paper, even paler than a few days ago thin.

A white arm stretched out, densely covered with silver needles, and the too slender wrist rested on the edge of the bed, as if it would break if it was folded.

Jing Xi recalled that day under the cold moonlight, she was caught in the struggle and pain and could not extricate herself. She blamed herself, showed Ye Ling the scar, and asked him, "Didn't you think that I would be in pain too?"

But who ever thought, would Ye Ling feel pain when the tip of the knife pierced his heart or when Long Ye Longman suffered a heart attack?

This man has always been indifferent and emotionless, and he is used to being silent, which makes people think that he is born indifferent; a person who is born strong like him should not have emotions, and he deserves to be silent. Take it all.

This is Ye Ling, the one who gave him his family, the one he believed deeply in, and would never give up on him even if the whole world was against him.

Jing Xi, how could you be willing.

In a trance, there was only a bang, and the uncontrollable demonic energy spread out from the dark room, quickly eroding outwards and permeating the air.Si Yao and Xuanzhou looked at each other, then teleported to the innermost side of the dark room, watching the chains on the iron box tremble wildly, shattered into powder with the sound of an explosion, and the iron box fell to the ground.

The blood curse is maintained by the caster's own strength. Since Ye Ling can't even maintain the spirit stone bond, the collapse of the blood curse is inevitable.

The body of the person who had just stopped bleeding on the bed convulsed again, and he tilted his head and vomited black blood on the pillow, obviously suffering from the backlash of the blood curse.

Si Yao came forward with an iron box, looked at the horrible scene on the couch, and cursed "lunatic" through gritted teeth.

Walking in front of Jing Xi, Si Yao, who is famous for his gentleness and politeness, looked livid at the moment. After pondering for a long time, he still handed the iron box to Jing Xi, and left a sentence:

"Aren't you unwilling to believe that you are a demon? This box contains the belongings of the demon."

There are three small characters on the side of the box, "Give it to my apprentice". Jingxi's eyes trembled, and she flew over madly, snatched the iron box and hugged it in her arms; the moment he snatched the box full of evil spirits, suddenly settle down.

Opening the box, the young man saw a black sword lying quietly in the box, and under the black sword was an inconspicuous note.

This piece of paper has the traces of time, the corners are yellowed, and the handwriting has lost its color.

However, there were only a few words, but the young man read it over and over again, his eyes burning hot as if he wanted to pierce the paper.

——Jing Xi, when you get better, I will take you to see the lanterns as a teacher.

Slowly the long night is passing, and the dawn is dawning, the sky is white, and the air under the rising sun is damp.

A few drops of cold dew fell from the eaves from time to time. After Yun Xi saluted, he withdrew from the house, looked at the young man standing motionless by the side of the promenade, and walked forward.

"My master respects him...is he better?"

After the iron box was removed, the young man was completely kicked out, holding an old note tightly in his hand, and the black sword was thrown on the ground, looking at Ye Ling's bedroom alone, feeling unspeakably lonely and desolate.

"The situation has stabilized, and there is no serious problem now." Yunxi looked at the scroll that was thrown out together on the bench, and asked after a while, "Can I have a look at that scroll?"

The young man frowned, but finally nodded without refusing.

The small characters like a colony of ants cover the entire scroll, and the last line at the end is even more embarrassing. Yunxi felt emotional in his heart, glanced at Jingxi, and couldn't hold back after all, "You...how could you think that the immortal Harm you."

Yes, how could he feel that Ye Ling was willing to harm him.

Jing Xi thought of those five small characters, "Xi is born to be righteous", and suddenly felt a little funny.

How ironic.

"What are you going to do?" Silently wrote down the content of the scroll, Yunxi put it back to its original place, and came to Jingxi's side, "Immortal Master Frost Moon has demonic energy in his body, and he will probably support you whether your blood is awakened or not." Don't go."

Two days later it will be the night of the full moon. If Jing Xi awakens the fallen demon, Ye Ling will die on the spot; but if he fails to transform the demon and dies, Ye Ling's fragile heart can't stand the sudden disorder of the demon energy.

In any case, it is a dead end.

"There is a soul-protecting lamp on the top of the magic collar, which can keep the aura of all things forever."

During the conversation, Yu Lian pushed the door and came out with a slightly tired face. She glanced at the two of them calmly, her eyes fell on Jing Xi, and said again, "If you want to save Master, there is only one way."

"You're crazy!" Yunxi growled, and gave Yu Lian a hard look, "At the top of the demon collar, even the demon clan will never return. You are not letting Jingxi die in vain!"

"Shouldn't he?" Yu Lian didn't resist, and was uncharacteristically calm, "Besides, aren't you the son of the Devil Emperor? What's the trouble with a mere soul-protecting lamp?"

Jing Xi's dark eyes rekindled flames, pulled Yunxi away, and looked at Yu Lian with scorching eyes, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, "Senior brother, if I can come to the soul lamp, you are sure to heal the master." Honor?"

"Naturally," Yu Lian uttered the words clearly, with the venomous snake-like cold light on his delicate face, "Also, don't call me 'senior brother' from now on, I don't have your junior brother."

After finishing speaking, he walked forward steadily, and when he reached the corner, he paused and fell asleep:

"Jing Xi, everyone in this world can doubt Master, but you are the only one who is not qualified."