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

The right protector sent Ye Ling back to the gate of the Huangzu City respectfully and respectfully all the way.

Before leaving, he looked at Ye Ling with a calm expression, hesitant to speak.

The man has a sense of detachment that does not flow from the world. He is dressed in white clothes that are swaying in the wind, and a few strands of black hair are hanging down his temples. The right guardian walked with him all the way, and suddenly understood why the Lord regarded him so important.

For a person like Ye Ling who is born indifferent, if he can occupy a place in his heart, it will be an unforgettable memory for a lifetime.

"Go ahead." Ye Ling turned around and looked at him.

"Immortal Venerable, although I don't know the past between you and the lord," the honest-looking man bowed his head and saluted, "but in the past two years, the lord has been thinking about you all the time."

"The note you left him, he always carries with him."

Ye Ling frowned, and didn't remember writing a note, "a note?"

Seeing that he finally had a reaction, Guardian You hurriedly nodded and said very firmly, "It's the obsidian magic sword you gave to the Lord, the note in the box."

Ye Ling thought of the iron box in the darkroom, which the original body had sealed with a blood curse.

"That's not what I wrote."

His eyes were in a trance for a moment, his voice was very soft; as if in a hurry, Ye Ling turned around and left in a hurry, without giving Guardian Right any chance to speak.

Deliberately choosing the side path, when Ye Ling returned to his residence, it was already late and the full moon was high, and the cool night wind crept up his back, and the chill lingered on his body.

Tightening his clothes, Ye Ling went back to the room and closed the door. When he turned around, he looked at the round mahogany table in the center of the room, where a set of clothes and a small paper bag were neatly placed.

There was a faint fragrance of handmade saponins on the gauze clothes returned to their original owners. Ye Ling put the clothes away and opened the kraft paper bag.

The crystal clear plum candy is just right refreshing and sweet in the mouth.

Back in the courtyard, Ye Ling sat down on the stone bench in the shade, facing the empty lawn in front of him, and said softly, "Didn't you say don't follow me any more?"

The man fell steadily from the house, took off his cloak, stepped forward and gently covered Ye Ling, his voice was hoarse, "It's cold."

Turning around and seeing the gauze wrapped around the man's right arm, Ye Ling frowned slightly, took out the wound medicine from his sleeve, leaned forward, and stretched out his hand to see the man's scar.

The movement was so natural that when the man instinctively shrank back, both of them involuntarily froze.

"Are you following all the way?"

Putting the wound medicine on the stone table, Ye Ling looked at the well-dressed masked man, except for the wound on his arm, there was no trace of travel and dust left.

With the cultivation level that the masked man can come and go freely in Xuanqingzong, it is not difficult to perceive where he is.

The man hummed, moved two steps forward, and slowly removed the blood-stained gauze with his left hand, exposing his blood-stained forearm, and explained in a low voice, "Don't touch the gauze, it's dirty."

Dozens of shocking wounds seemed to be drawn by a knife-like sharp object, and they were stabbed deeply on the forearm with bursting veins; Ye Ling frowned deeply, and got up to go back to the house to get the medicine box, and the man entered with him. After leaving the house, he closed the door by the way.

Someone in the house had already lit the heater, Ye Ling took off the cloak, motioned for the man to sit down, turned around to get the wound medicine and gauze, brought a basin towel, went back to the seat, wet the towel, and patiently treated the man's wound side dust.

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

With a pause on her fingertips, Ye Ling asked without raising her head, "Is it a very important matter?"

"Ah."

"Okay, be careful along the way."

After the wound was finally bandaged, Ye Ling straightened up and exhaled lightly, feeling the burning eyes of two beside her, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, and she kept packing the medicine box, "If you have anything to ask, just ask."

"Aren't you curious, who am I?"

"Not curious, just a stranger you met by chance."

Walking to the table in the corner, Ye Ling picked up a pen and wrote a few lines on the rice paper, then turned back to the cabinet, took out a few cans of medicine bottles, returned to the man, and handed the rice paper and medicine bottles together past.

Seeing that the man didn't take it, Ye Ling just pretended that he couldn't understand, and explained the content on the paper: "The smallest bottle is Jinchuang medicine, apply it to the wound once in the morning, noon and evening, and the one in the middle is—"

The man grabbed his arm with such strength that Ye Ling staggered a step forward; seeing his slightly dilated pupils, the man's protruding Adam's apple rolled, and he asked Ye Ling in a hoarse voice, "Do you have any problems?" , can't bear me."

This time it was Ye Ling's turn to be startled, as he said, he only thought of the masked man as a predestined stranger; but looking at the bottles and jars piled up on the table, he couldn't answer for a while.

Are you reluctant to part with someone you have only known for a few days?

"If I come back safely this time, can you give me a hug?"

After a long time, a soft answer sounded in the silent room: "Okay."

The marriage contract between Ayou and the old Dragon King has not yet been decided.

To Ye Ling's slight surprise, Xuan Yuan was actually an opponent of this marriage contract, while Xuan Zhou seemed determined to marry Ah You over.

In the afternoon, it was the annual hunt of the Huang Clan. Ayou, who was asked to practice calligraphy in the side hall, was stepping on a small bench, holding a brush in his palm, strenuously scratching the paper, shaking the brush from time to time, full of His face was inked.

Ye Ling picked up the handkerchief, wiped the little girl's puffy face, listened to the chatter in the main hall, sighed, and asked Ah You if he wanted to go to the paddock in advance.

The little girl's eyes lit up, she dropped the brush and jumped down from the wooden platform, she couldn't wait to pull Ye Ling to the door, her two braids dangling in the air.

As soon as he went out, he met Xuanzhou Xuanyuan, and a group of ministers came out, the little girl bumped into Xuanyuan's arms with a smile, stretched out her hand to hug, and made a funny face at Xuanzhou.

Yu Lian, who was standing at the end, came to Ye Ling's side, and a group of people rode horses to the vicinity of the hunting ground.

Although the original body of the Phoenix Clan is extremely powerful, it is too large to be convenient for living. Therefore, for nearly a hundred years, they have tried to assimilate their way of life with humans, and the annual hunting is a symbol of the Phoenix Clan learning from humans. festival.

Those who come out on top will be rewarded heavily.

The hunting ground covers an entire mountain forest, with overgrown vegetation, and the breeze blows through the shallow grass, and the ten-mile radius is full of fragrance.

Ye Ling led Ah You to play in the forest. The little girl was playful and active, and she didn't know where she went if she didn't pay attention; there were soldiers guarding all around the paddock, and Ye Ling didn't worry about it. She let her run around and followed behind slowly. Take a slow walk.

"A Zhou, Ah You's marriage should not be too hasty—"

"Brother, do you really think I'm just here to form an alliance with the dragon clan!" Xuanzhou's impatient voice sounded not far away, Ye Ling paused, and the person continued to speak anxiously, "The dark guard and the devil emperor have already colluded in private, And that restless kid in the gutter, if there is a fight, he will kill us first."

"Ah You can at least protect her life if she is married, otherwise, do you really think that just the two of us and our drunken father can save her!"

"Then you can't marry her casually. What's the difference between you doing this and ruining the rest of her life with your own hands!"

The quarrel between the two became louder and louder, and at the end Ye Ling had to cough lightly, indicating that he had heard the conversation between the two clearly.

When Xuanzhou saw the person, he quickly walked up to him, and asked him solemnly, if he still remembered the memory fruit that An Xingxinglan had privately reproduced on the night he fell into a coma.

Ye Ling frowned, "Just now you said that the hidden guard has formed an alliance with the Devil Emperor?"

The two nodded, and explained the situation of the Four Realms with Ye Ling in detail in the past two years: Since Jing Xi and the Devil Emperor completely fell out and established their own sect, the Demon Race was forcibly divided into two forces; The evil emperor You Ming decided to cooperate with the dark guard.

As for how he found the hidden guard, no one knows.

Considering the specific time when the dark guard appeared in the original book, Ye Ling suddenly remembered a detail of reading the memory three years ago. After a while, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

The viewing angle is wrong.

Just like his memory reading of the original body in his dream, every time it is a third-party perspective.

So there are only two situations. One is that in the setting of this world, any memory reading will be presented from the perspective of a third party; if not, then there is only another possibility——

In this world, there is another person who is close enough to him, not only has experienced all the plots of the original book, but also came to this new world with secondary changes just like him.

Maybe still using the same physical body, with different memories of the same life.

If the second situation is true, that is, if the memories read in his so-called "dream" are from the perspective of "that person", many of the plots in the original book that do not match reality can all be explained.

Ye Ling's brain was running fast, and if the person who was calculating in his mind was really the second situation...then this person probably knew that he was a "fake."

"Master."

The familiar clear voice of the young man interrupted Ye Ling's increasingly chaotic thoughts, and Yu Lian stood behind him in a full-body outfit, with his hair tied up high, and he was refreshing, neat and handsome.

Xuan Zhou glared at Xuan Yuan with a pale face, his peachy eyes rested on Yu Lian, as if he didn't want to see him, he snorted and turned his head away.

Xuan Yuan stepped forward to stand in front of his second brother, and smiled apologetically at Yu Lian, hoping that he would reconsider the cooperation between the two clans of Huang Yao.

"Don't think about it, Yaozu never meddles in the affairs of other clans."

Yu Lian didn't even bother to raise her eyelids, she refused without waiting for Xuan Yuan's voice to calm down, and asked Ye Ling respectfully if she wanted to go south.

Xuanzhou's angry shout came from behind him, Yu Lian slowed down after walking dozens of steps, and asked Ye Ling if he felt that he was too cruel.

"...My father was killed by the Huangdi and the old Dragon King who are now in power, and now I will not rescue him..."

Ye Ling stared silently, her thoughts were still on the problem of memory perspective just now, she only listened to half of Yu Lian's words, and once again flashed a long and distant scene in her mind.

Fearing that Jingxi would follow the original book, and when he was punished, he would find tangible evidence that he "persecuted" him in Wensu Pavilion. At that time, Ye Ling rushed there overnight and searched the top floor all night, but finally died of no illness.

Therefore, this book must have been released by "that person". Knowing that he has some memories, he did not put that "criminal evidence" in Wensu Pavilion in this life, or it was too late.

"Master, your complexion is not very good, are you feeling unwell?"

"Yu Lian, do you believe in soul replacement?" Ye Ling panicked for no reason, and almost blurted out, "It's like me three years ago, and I am not the same as me now."

After the young man called out "Offense" in a low voice, he tested the temperature on Ye Ling's forehead with the back of his hand. After finding that everything was normal, he looked at Ye Ling carefully for a while, and finally said in relief,

"Will not."

Ye Ling looked up and found that the young man was also looking at him. His pale golden eyes did not show any surprise because of his unimaginable question, but his gaze became more determined.

"Master, don't think too much, you will always be you, there has never been and will never be replaced by anyone."

Ye Ling couldn't help but laugh because of the wrong answer. Realizing that he was really abrupt, he waved his hand to let Yu Lian not worry about him. By the way, he asked him what the second half of the sentence was, but the young man smiled lightly and took it away.

With their own concerns, the two went back to the gathering place without a word. At this time, the hunting had already ended, and each contestant piled up the prey in the designated area, waiting for the judge to consider.

Huangdi was not present, Xuanyuan and Xuanzhou took on the task of controlling the scene, Ayou sat in a high position according to the etiquette, smiled and went down to the stage to greet Ye Ling and Yu Lian beside him.

During the waiting process, there were dancers and singers dancing in the arena, their dancing postures were enchanting and their voices were moving, and exclamations came from outside the arena from time to time.

Suddenly, a son of a high-ranking official in the crowd stood up, yelled at the audience, and waved his hand, and a dozen demon prisoners were pushed onto the stage by the warriors.

These demons are both young and old. Their eyes are red, their bodies are covered with scars, the wounds are rotten and pus, and the rotten breath they emit is disgusting.These demons had long since lost the power to resist, but they still cursed in a low voice without fear, no matter how much the warrior beat them, they just refused to kneel down.

The stout boy of a high-ranking official strode forward, drew out the big knife from his waist, and with a puff, plunged it straight into the belly of a boy who was no more than ten years old.

Seeing the boy's distorted face in pain, the man smiled coldly, twisted the handle of the knife in his hand, and said sinisterly, "If you don't kneel, you will die."

Amidst the applause from the audience, the man pointed his sword at the other demons with great arrogance, and asked them with a roar, whether to kneel or not.

The screams were endless, and in a blink of an eye, more than half of the demons fell to the ground, blood flowing into rivers, and the cheers outside the venue became louder and louder.

Knowing that this was an inevitable killing when the two clans were at war, Ye Ling, who knew she shouldn't make a sound to stop her, had heavy eyes and took a step on her toes, her cold voice was especially abrupt in the rough shouting.

"Hold on."

The roaring and struggling demons suddenly stopped resisting and turned around one after another. The next second, the blood-splattered demons with different parts of their bodies put down all their dignity and knelt down in unison in the direction of Ye Ling.

"See Your Honor!"

No one proposed, and there was no force. Everything stemmed from their self-willed surrender to Jing Xi, the lord of the demon race, deep in their souls.

Even if Ye Ling was only mixed with a few drops of his blood, his exclusive mark was firmly imprinted on his body.

The author has something to say: There is only one cute and charming Xiaoye, and such things as future generations enjoying the shade will never happen, don’t worry everyone -3-

Fail today on Saturday, tomorrow (hee)