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

The cold wind howled on the snow-capped mountain, and the fist-sized ice slammed directly on the face. The young man was breathing heavily, his face was purple, his limbs were cold and stiff, and the wounds all over his body had begun to ooze pus in the freezing ground.

He exhausted his strength to come here overnight, climbed up from the cliff, almost fell several times, and finally reached the snow peak before sunrise.

There is no one in the vast snow field, only the heavy snow is constantly falling on the shoulders.The young man was extremely anxious, as if he was insane, he ran and searched in the deserted snow field, his eyes were red.

While running, he was tripped by something and fell hard to the ground. The bottomless thick ice suddenly broke out from him in the center, creating a huge crack, followed by the soft cracking sound of thin ice shattering in his ears.

The young man hurriedly tried to get up, but he was caught by a cold hard object and could not move. After a while, he heard a loud noise, and the whole flat ground was actually made of ice. Straight into the endless abyss.

While dizzy, a deep and powerful voice sounded in the young man's ears:

"Are you willing to let go of hatred, ignorance and greed, and be imprisoned here forever?"

"I am willing."

The Xuanqing Sect has been completely silent for the past two days.

Except for the destruction of the woods next to the school grounds, no one knew what happened. They only felt a silence shrouded in the mountains, which lasted for a long time.

Some sharp-eyed disciples discovered that Jing Xi, who always walked alone, had never appeared in front of everyone again, just like those fallen dead trees, which disappeared overnight and no one asked.

Qingyun Peak has been uncharacteristically these two days, and I don't know how the news leaked out. In the past few days, no one came to the place, but yesterday alone, several groups of people came.

Throwing away the last batch of disciples who came to condolences, Yunxi in the courtyard was holding the dogtail grass that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, with an undisguised irritability on his face.

"Okay, they also have good intentions." In contrast, Si Yao was much calmer, raised his hand and pulled the grass branch from Yun Xi's mouth, and stroked his head to show his comfort, "It will be better, don't panic .”

Yunxi stood up obediently, looking at the man puzzled.

Turning around and looking at the house behind him, Si Yao sighed, shook his head, and let out a long sigh, "That child won't let anything happen to Xiao Ling."

There was a faint fragrance in the room, and the purple stove beside the table was burning with the musk that calmed the mind. Yu Lian, who hadn't closed her eyes for two days and two nights, sat beside Ye Ling's bed, without saying a word, and from time to time wiped the sweat from Ye Ling's forehead .

Xuanzhou and Ayou rushed back to the Huang Clan overnight to seek a famous doctor. Yesterday when he was alone with Si Yao, the man handed him a cup of warm tea and asked straightforwardly, "You have a way to save him, right?"

Yu Lian took the teacup and thanked her, rubbing the wall of the cup with her fingertips, but did not answer.

He knew that Si Yao was referring to the nine-tailed feather spirit left by his father.

Foxes have nine tails, and each tail has a life. The old fox king entrusted Yu Lian to Ye Lingqian, took off his last tail, gave it to his only son, and told him that this nine-tailed feather spirit will be killed when his life is at stake. protect yourself from time to time.

This feather spirit bears the lifelong cultivation of the old fox king, and it can save people and bones. It is no exaggeration to say that it can bring the dead back to life.

The man sleeping on the couch seemed to be in stable condition, but Yu Lian clearly knew how the two forces in his body were destroying his fragile heart.

Raising her hand to tuck it up for the man, Yu Lian looked at the sachet next to the man's bed, several embroidered bamboos were stained with bloodstains, but it did not lose its beauty.

Accompanied by a burst of fragrance, Yu Lian untied the knot of the sachet and poured out his carefully blended calming incense until there was only a small golden feather left in the sachet, faintly shining with golden light.

"Master..." In the empty room, the young man called out one after another, with undercurrents in his eyes, and finally turned into a low murmur, and finally fell silent.

The two days are fleeting, and the sunset will end in a blink of an eye, and the sky will be dyed crimson, and it is unknown when the moonlight will come to the world.

The four of them sat around Ye Ling's bed, their brows were frowned, their expressions were serious, and they were helpless to deal with the unconscious person; the one with the most anxious expression was Xuanzhou, with red-gold eyes flashing with anxiety, after wandering around the room for a few times, Frowning tightly, he left the room; Yunxi followed closely behind.

Si Yao looked at Yu Lian hesitantly, but the young man stood aside with lowered eyes, unable to distinguish his expression or emotion.

"Sovereign, don't worry," the young man holding the porcelain cup said after a long time, his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, "Master is my most important person."

Hearing this, Si Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief, silently and gratefully glanced at the young man sitting beside the bed, got up and opened the door and left.

In this way, the young man sat from dusk until night fell, and a round of golden full moon quietly climbed up to the sky, which was really beautiful.

Yu Lian squinted his eyes and looked at the full moon outside the window. When a layer of mist silently rose up, he took out the golden feather spirit from his sleeve, pinched it lightly with his fingertips, closed his eyes and recited a mantra silently, a third eye suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, and at the same time Show off a fluffy tail.

As the spell poured out, the feather spirit on the youth's fingertips gradually brightened, and just as he was about to refine the energy of the feather spirit, the wooden door was roughly pushed open.

"Jing Xi!"

Xuanzhou and Si Yao went to the back mountain, and Yunxi and Jingxi rushed into the house together, looking at the big and bright tail behind Yu Lian, they were stunned by coincidence.

Jing Xi, who was wrapped in heavy clothes, reacted first, opened the tattered thick clothes, and took out a black glazed lamp from her arms. There was a thin mist from body temperature in the transparent lamp arc.

"I brought back the soul lamp."

The young man's bony fingers were covered with bloodstains, and a wound on his left palm spread from the fingertips to the end of the palm. The skin and flesh were turned outwards, and the thick blood was exposed in the air.

A trace of surprise flashed across Yu Lian's eyes. Yu Lian didn't believe that he could bring back the holy relic of the demon race safely, but since that was the case, he didn't need to waste the Nine-tailed Feather Spirit.

"Give me your hand."

After receiving the soul-protecting lamp and placing it on Ye Ling's bedside, Yu Lian cut Jing Xi's palm open with a dagger, and squeezed out two drops of blood onto the wick. Jing Xi, who was covered with scars, frowned,

"You haven't fallen into a demon yet?"

Shaking her head, Jing Xi looked at Ye Ling whose face finally became more bloody, and the big stone in his chest finally fell, followed by sudden dizziness and extremely familiar heartache.

Forced to squeeze out a smile, the young man seemed to beg in a low voice, his voice was weak, "Can I be alone with Master for a while? Just an hour."

"After an hour, I will leave."

"You only have half a stick of incense." Si Yao stood outside the door at some point, looking at the young man with deep eyes, with an indisputable tone, "And from now on, you are not allowed to step into the Xuanqing Sect again."

"...Okay." With a wry grin, the young man rolled a string of blood from his chapped lips, propped the corner of the table and bowed deeply to Si Yao, "Thank you for the cultivation of the suzerain all these years."

"You don't need to be thankful, I never liked you," Si Yao waved his hand to call Yu Lianyunxi out, and before leaving, he did not forget to ask, "You have to remember to keep your promise."

The room returned to silence, only the gasps of the two people remained in the room.

Vision was blurred, and the scene at hand began to shake. Jing Xi sat down beside Ye Ling's bed and looked down at him obsessively. Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, but she tried her best to outline Ye Ling's eyebrows and eyes in her mind. .

But I haven't seen you for two days, and it seems like a lifetime away from seeing each other again.

The heart seemed to be thrown into a raging fire and burned repeatedly. Jing Xi stretched out her hand to touch Ye Ling's fingertips, but she withdrew her hand at the moment of feeling the coolness, and her body began to convulse uncontrollably .

In a blur of consciousness, he felt that he should be in pain, and couldn't help thinking over and over again in his mind how Ye Ling survived those dark nights of heart attack, and suddenly felt that he was not even worthy of mentioning "pain" in front of Ye Ling the word.

Master, my disciple will leave immediately. When we meet next time, I only wish you good health.

The layers of clothes were soaked in cold sweat, Jing Xi knelt down in front of Ye Ling's bed in a daze, and knocked her head three times.

At the last knock, the young man had lost his mind, his facial features covered with cold sweat were distorted, he clasped the floor with his ten fingers, and climbed up to Ye Ling's bed step by step, leaving terrifying marks on the good floor .

"Master, can you open your eyes and look at me...even if it's just... just a glance..."

Under the moonlight, the young man was slurring his speech and greedily looked at the man with his eyes closed. His eyes were red, and a teardrop fell on the man's clean and flawless cheek.

Suddenly, like a frightened little animal, he jumped up and threw himself to the corner of the wall. The sharp pain coming from the back of his head made him regain his sanity, and hurriedly took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket.

Cautiously walking to the bed, the young man bent down for the last time, and gently wiped away a teardrop on the man's face.

There was a soft knock on the door, it was Yunxi: "...Jingxi, it's time."

Time is up.

Jing Xi responded softly in her throat, took a deep look, turned and left.

Dark clouds covered the full moon, and after everything returned to calm, the unconscious person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, and the crystal clear phoenix eyes blinked twice slowly in the darkness.

"......So be it."

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