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

The Four Realms have not been peaceful recently.

To be more precise, the earth-shaking changes in the past three years are all related to a person named "Ye Ling".

As the rare genius of the Xuanqing Sect, Ye Ling suddenly fell into a deep sleep after one night, and the two "human" disciples under his seat transformed, one became the only descendant of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, and the other still had the blood of the Demon Race in his body .

After Ye Ling's long sleep, the two returned to the Demon Realm of the Demon Race. The always gentle and polite senior disciple fought his way through the Demon Race, while the gloomy and ruthless little apprentice completely fell silent in the Demon Realm. There is no more news, and life and death are uncertain.

When the matter of Ye Ling and his two apprentices was spreading in the four realms, the second prince of the Huang Clan suddenly jumped out and threatened that if he heard someone gossiping behind his back again, he would order someone to gouge out his eyes.

In short, a person who can't even speak, silently caused an uproar in the Four Realms in such a unique way.

"So many things have happened," the person concerned was sitting on the couch at the moment, holding a bowl of concoction in his hand, frowning immediately after taking a sip, "...It's only been three years."

Si Yao, who was beside the bed, handed him a plum, "Three years is not too long, that brat Yunxi knows to share the burden for me."

Looking at Si Yao's expression, one could tell how happy he was. Ye Ling had a lot of words in his mouth, and didn't bother to refute, "Is he going to stay in Xuanqingzong forever?"

Yunxi is very talented and young, it is the best time to travel the rivers and lakes and increase his knowledge, being trapped in the world of Xuanqingzong will actually damage his vision.

"Let him go, he will be fooled every time he mentions it."

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, when Si Yao was shaking his head helplessly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the house, and it was Yunxi who walked in sweating profusely.

Three years later, the boneless young man grew up quite a bit, he was actually half a head taller than Si Yao; he still had the same shapeless appearance, he came in with a smile, and saluted Ye Ling.

"Xianzun, is your body better today?"

"Stay away, the stinky sweat will suffocate others." Siyao said with disgust, but took out a handkerchief to wipe Yunxi's sweat without delay; the young man smiled and stepped back three steps obediently. Blinking at Ye Ling, she should apologize.

Before the two of them left, Si Yao nagged for a while, repeatedly asking Ye Ling to take more rest, before being dragged out by Yun Xi.

Watching Si Yao leave the yard, Ye Ling couldn't wait to turn over and get out of bed; not to mention that he lay in a coma for three years, even after he woke up, he also lay on the couch for seven days, and his bones were about to fall apart.

Normally, Siyao watched him being too tight, so he stayed by the bed almost every step of the way, for fear that he would be knocked, bumped and broken; today, he was finally coaxed away by Yunxi, and Ye Ling wanted to go out for a walk no matter what he said.

Si Yao ordered everyone not to disturb his rest, and Ye Ling went down the mountain slowly, all the way unimpeded.

It is said that the world has not been peaceful for three years, but Ye Ling feels that nothing has changed along the way. The hawkers on the street, the uncles who set up stalls on the roadside, and even the old ladies who scold each other at the street...

He doesn't seem to miss too much beauty in the world.

Walking straight ahead, Ye Ling stepped onto the stone bridge without knowing it. Looking at the groups of lanterns on the bank that hadn't drifted away, she suddenly remembered that this year's Lantern Festival was only a few days away.

Bought a lantern from the aunt, Ye Ling squatted down on the bank, put the lantern into the river, put his hand into the lake and stirred it, trying to make his lantern float farther.

After some time, seeing his lantern swimming steadily towards the center of the lake, Ye Ling smiled with satisfaction and was about to get up and leave.

Perhaps it was because of squatting for too long, when I stood up abruptly, my calf suddenly felt numb, my nerves jumped suddenly, my body suddenly lost its center of gravity, and my body fell into the lake uncontrollably.

Ye Ling couldn't react in time, and almost watched himself fall down, and then a big hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a warm embrace.

This hand is not good-looking, with crooked scars all over the back of the hand to the fingertips, and Ye Ling just looked down, but the owner of the hand quickly retracted it as if suddenly frightened, and shrank in the behind.

Turning around, Ye Ling stared at the man who was too tall behind him for a moment. This man was wearing a black veil to hide his face, but he was in good shape, and every part of his body was full of absolute strength.

"Thank you."

After thanking him, Ye Ling nodded slightly, turned around and left, but after crossing the bridge, he found that this person was still two or three steps away from him, as if he couldn't get rid of him.

Since this person had kindly saved her, Ye Ling asked him patiently where he was going.

The masked man shook his head.

So Ye Ling asked him if he was a local, where was his home, and if he was lost.

No matter what, the masked man just shook his head silently and nodded until Ye Ling finally regarded him as dumb and said helplessly, "You saved me just now, I invite you to a nearby teahouse for a cup of tea, and then stop following me Alright, can I?"

Quickly, the masked man nodded; as if Ye Ling hadn't seen it, he nodded twice more vigorously.

Coincidentally, there was a storyteller in the teahouse telling the story of Ye Ling's past when he sat down with the masked man in the box on the second floor.

"...Don't look at Jing Xi who is silent on weekdays, but he is very clear in his heart, as if thrown into a frying pan. For three years, he kept his most respected master in the dark. Flickering around..."

The big man who didn't say a word has been terribly low since he entered the teahouse; he didn't even touch the table of pastries that Ye Ling ordered for him, and he just stared at the storyteller downstairs, with the cups in his hands attached Crush two.

Ye Ling was puzzled and asked softly, "Why are you angry?"

"...Jing Xi is not worthy."

The masked man's voice was hoarse, like sand rubbing repeatedly on the rough stone ground, jerky and harsh.

"What's worthy or not? It's just a willingness to fight and a willingness to suffer," Ye Ling reacted, and was a little surprised that he was not dumb. Pushing the pastry plate in front of him, he said casually,

"Besides, he doesn't know the truth of the matter."

Two people, one is not good at expressing, the other is only forbearing, it's just half a catty.

The masked man's fingertips trembled, he looked up at Ye Ling, and asked in an extremely slow voice, "Then you... tell me, will this master remember that apprentice?"

Ye Ling shook her head, thinking about the time to go out, "I wish I could, as long as we don't bother each other."

After speaking, he took out a piece of gold leaf from his sleeve, put it on the table, took out a porcelain bottle and handed it over, got up and said: "This medicine is very good for removing scars, keep it for use."

Ye Ling's health improved day by day, and more and more people came to see him specially. Si Yao knew that he didn't care about it, so he simply organized a banquet to settle all the red tape at once.

The sound of instrumental music was endless, and just as Ye Ling sat down on the second seat on the high platform, there was a petite figure running towards him quickly, and fell straight into his arms.

"Ye Ling!"

Ye Ling was startled, and quickly picked up the little girl hanging on her body, looked at the young man behind her, narrowed his eyes, and asked uncertainly, "...Yu Lian?"

The facial features of the young man have not changed much, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes are still the same, but three years later, his temperament is too calm, and he is not quite the same as the gentle and polite young man in the impression.

It is said that he has fought alone in the Yaozu in the past few years, and he should have suffered a lot even today.

Before Ye Ling could speak, the little girl's face sank, and she directly hung up his arms, humming dissatisfiedly.

"This...is your family?" Ye Ling couldn't guess the girl's identity for a while, and looked up at Yu Lian.

"Master, this is Ah You's human form."

Ayou... is it a girl? !

The pink and tender girl was wearing a wine-red skirt with long and pretty shofar braids. Her round face seemed to be able to pinch water; The upper equal sign.

Just chatting with Yu Lian for a few words, the banquet began in a hurry. Due to his status, Yu Lian no longer sat kneeling behind Ye Ling as before, but sat across the air from him. His status was much higher than Yunxi's.

When the young man received Yun Xi's respect as a matter of course, Ye Ling felt in a trance that he still missed something; it seemed that among all the people present, he was the only one who was still alive three years ago and hadn't come out.

This feeling is not bad, but it is difficult to adapt for a while.

Since it was a banquet specially held for him, people to toast were naturally indispensable; without someone to block the wine, Ye Ling couldn't shirk it, so he could only reluctantly drink one cup after another.

After drinking, he felt that his body was burning hot, and he was a little bored, so he made an excuse at random and left the banquet through the side door.

The night breeze was blowing, and the cool evening wind blew hair from his temples. Ye Ling felt weak, so he randomly found a big tree to lean against, his head was dizzy, and he reckoned in his heart that he was at least slightly drunk.

Inexplicably, he couldn't help laughing when he thought of the last time he was drunk and molested others without hesitation.

It's ridiculous.

"Are you waiting for him?" A familiar voice came from behind, and Si Yao walked towards him, covered him with the shawl in his hand, and sighed, "He came every month for the first two years."

Ye Ling paused.

"As I said, he is no longer allowed to step into Xuanqingzong. Every night when the moon is full, he will come to the mountain gate alone, kneel in the direction of Qingyun Peak overnight, and leave at dawn."

"In exchange for the soul-protecting lamp, he exchanged with the Devil Emperor for the rest of his life to be free; but no matter what, he would come out to see you once a month, and two years later he finally turned against the Devil Emperor.

With wet sweat in his palm, Ye Ling heard his own voice, "... what happened later."

"Later, the two had a public battle, and he was disfigured, and the Devil Emperor lost an arm, so it was a tie," Si Yao snorted, "This kid is quite capable."

Si Yao had to go back to host the banquet, so he couldn't stay outside for a long time. Seeing that Ye Ling was silent, after a few words of persuasion to no avail, he shook his head and went back first.

Ye Ling didn't actually listen to Si Yao's words, his body was very hot, he pulled his collar, walked straight down the stone road, swayed all the way, and finally went around the small woods beside the school grounds.

I still remember that this place was a mess before he fell asleep, but now it is lush and green, and there are no traces of fighting;

The only thing that has changed is that the thatched hut built by someone here is gone.

There was a numb scratching/itching in the heart, Ye Ling clutched his heart, leaned against the tree again with his body limp, bent down, and groaned a little impatiently.

So hot......

Suddenly, someone eagerly grabbed him, his fingertips were cold and comfortable to touch, and he groaned/groaned contentedly.

Ye Ling pressed her flushed cheeks to her big cold hand, and could feel the owner of the hand paused, wanting to push him away.

"...Don't be afraid." It seemed that someone had lit a fire in his body tonight, Ye Ling felt his whole body was burning hot, and shouted again in discomfort, his left hand clinged dishonestly to hook him. Hold the neck of the person in front of you, and gently push the person's chest with your right hand.

So both of them fell into the ankle-deep grass.

A good night is worth a thousand dollars.