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

Through the faint smell of blood, Ye Ling could feel the undeniable overbearing aura of youth, and felt that this hug was somewhat familiar, it had happened in the depths of his memory.

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

In a trance, he remembered that a man he had never met asked him under the moonlit night, his voice was very soft, and he said that he was going on a long trip, and the journey might be dangerous.

Ye Ling's waist hurt from being hugged, and she struggled slightly uncomfortablely, but was hugged even tighter.

"Jingxi, let me go first."

The hands on the back of the head paused and slowly fell down, but the head on the shoulders was still in the nest of the human neck and refused to get up. A few strands of hair scratched/twitched back and forth on Ye Ling's slender and fair neck, itching.

The young man said in a very low voice, "...shame."

Ye Ling felt helpless, and looked up at Xuanyuan.

The man's eyes were full of undisguised surprise, and when he saw Ye Ling's slightly apologetic eyes, he turned around quickly as if waking up from a dream, and disappeared from Ye Ling's vision in an instant.

The young man raised his head, his eyes were red, and the eye sockets were smeared with a light red, and he stared at Ye Ling intently.

Ever since the first meeting, Ye Ling couldn't look directly at Jing Xi's murderous red pupils; but now that the tears in the young man's eyes have not completely faded away, the wet pupils lack a sense of strange distance.

Ye Ling took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it over, "Someone said, you went to the Demon Race to ask for a wick, right?"

The young man held his hand tightly and said nothing.

"Jing Xi," Ye Ling paused, and pressed the word "he" into his mouth, "I saved you in the first place in the hope that you would have the opportunity to create your own future, instead of being like this, because unrelated people are involved in power. In struggle."

"Master is not an 'irrelevant person'," the young man began to panic at a speed visible to the naked eye, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly explained, "At the beginning, the disciple lost his mind, so—"

"I know I can't control you, but you shouldn't involve me, right?"

Ye Ling interrupted, unwilling to talk more about the "irrelevant person"; if his calculations are correct, "the black robe" must be inextricably related to "that person", and according to the two generations of the black robe Regarding Jing Xi's attitude, he had a vague feeling that neither "the black robe" nor "that person" was hostile to him.

So he didn't worry about his life for a while.

The young man was silent, his eyelashes were drooping, there were bean-sized drops of sweat slipping from his forehead, his teeth were clenched tightly with bulging veins, and his face showed a look of pain.

Ye Ling was startled, and wanted to shake off the hand on her forearm, but Jing Xi's iron-claw-like hand firmly grasped it; the young man's face was as pale as paper, and he squeezed out words one by one between his teeth:

"Master, can you promise the disciples to go back to the demon clan to cultivate together?"

Unable to move, Ye Ling frowned and looked at Jing Xi's chapped and thin lips, which had lost all color, and finally compromised, "I promise you, tell me where the injury is."

"Half a year."

"One month, I'll go back straight after bargaining." Finally losing patience, Ye Ling raised her hand and patted the back of the young man's hand with a slap. There were three scratches, and black blood continued to flow from the wound, staining the black robe red, and the eyebrows twitched.

"Follow me to treat the wound." Ye Ling pulled the man and walked to the inn.

The young man looked down at the slender wrist, his eyes moved slightly, and he stood still, "Master, return to the demon clan with me first, and then treat the wound."

With nothing to do, Ye Ling had no choice but to give in again, and reached an agreement with Jing Xi that all the land must be returned to the Huang Clan after one month; after reaching an agreement, the two left immediately, leaving Xuan Yuan, who was standing far away, in the barren sandy land inside.

Xuan Yuan looked at the two figures that quickly disappeared in the air, and was secretly startled by Ye Ling again.

What kind of person is it that can make the overlords of the demon and demon worlds voluntarily put down their bodies, be courteous, or beg in a low voice, and they will never forget him.

Bypassing the black hall, Jing Xi personally led Ye Ling to a side courtyard with a beautiful environment.

Demonic energy erodes everything, and in this land where almost no grass grows, only Ye Ling's side courtyard is full of faint green bamboos.

Pushing open the door, Ye Ling looked at the furnishings in the room, and finally understood why he felt this place was so familiar all the way.

All the furnishings in this house are exactly the same as those in the Yinzhuyuan. Even the book vases on the bookshelves and even the rolling wheels in the corners are sprinkled with a few mint leaves according to his habit.

Jing Xi hasn't returned to Xuan Qingzong for three years, but she remembers every part of the room clearly.

Ye Ling didn't know how this was done.

He turned around and met the young man's red pupils, which were no longer dark, "You'll be waiting for me long ago, right?"

The young man was slightly taken aback, his eyes flashed a bit of bitterness, he avoided Ye Ling's clear phoenix eyes, looked at the corner of the room, and said very softly: "The disciple doesn't count."

"But the disciple will wait until the day when Master is willing to accept me again."

At that time, he was imprisoned on the top of the magic collar by Nether, and in the dark days without seeing the sun, he lived in a daze every day. Finally, one day, when he opened his eyes, he found that Ye Ling's face in his mind began to blur.

He finally started to panic.

So in the dark stone room, he used his nails to carve Ye Ling's face on the stone wall one by one. He repeatedly sketched Ye Ling's eyebrows and eyes in his mind, and finally carved a clear and complete face after three months.

The rest of the time is spent thinking about the places Ye Ling often goes to: the bedroom full of medicinal fragrances, the front yard full of green bamboos...

No one knows how he climbed up through the bones in the past three years, and no one needs to know.

"...Or I'll do it."

In the main hall, Ye Ling watched the doctor roughly cut off the clothes on Jing Xi's back, pursed her thin lips tightly, and after much hesitation, she finally couldn't help but stepped forward, reaching out to take the wound medicine from the doctor's hand.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm and pulled him back, and a gloved hand was gently attached to his eyes.

"Master, don't look at it, it's dirty."

—Don't touch the gauze, it's dirty.

Eyelashes fluttered, and Ye Ling suddenly felt that he had thought of that person too many times tonight, but his thoughts couldn't help wandering again.

I don't know if that person is well now.

"Who is Master thinking about?"

A sound of gasping brought Ye Ling back to reality in an instant. He quickly slapped away the hand in front of him, only to see Jing Xi's body arched slightly, her left hand tightly pinching the front of the handle of the wooden chair, her eyes closed tightly, and there were bursts of blue veins around the corners of her eyes .

Taking out a handkerchief in her arms, Ye Ling raised her hand to wipe off the thin layer of sweat on the young man's forehead. She didn't know what to do, so she could only ask repeatedly, "Does it hurt?"

The young man opened a pair of red pupils, showing a weak and unnatural smile, "Who was Master thinking about just now?"

"Just a stranger."

Jing Xi's eyes moved slightly, but she didn't speak anymore.

Considering that it was getting late, Ye Ling was very tired from running around for a day, but under Jing Xi's repeated insistence, Ye Ling was escorted all the way back to the small courtyard where she lived.

Watching the man go away, Jing Xi straightened up, glanced coldly at the soft-handed doctor who dared not show his breath, and ordered in a low voice, "Just sew up the wound.

"Move faster."

Seeing this, the right protector who bowed to the side immediately stepped forward to meet him, and then ordered the magic soldiers to bring him in.

The petite boy with blue pupils was detained by the two and brought to the hall. When he saw Jing Xi, his body trembled first, and then tremblingly, he said, "I can tell you what you want to know."

"I just want you to keep me safe."

The man's face was cold and his eyes were closed. Apart from his pale complexion, he couldn't tell that he was seriously injured.

With a low laugh, the man slowly opened his eyes, his red pupils flickering coldly, "Xing Lan, do you really think you have the right to bargain with me?"

"In the whole world, except here, there is no dead end for you to go anywhere."

"I said, I said," the boy immediately panicked, and crawled to Jingxi's feet on all fours, grabbing his trousers flatteringly, "The black robe told me that that memory was really—"

Before he finished speaking, the boy seemed to be tightly strangled by a pair of invisible hands, his face turned purple and he had difficulty breathing.

After the wound was stitched up, the young man put on his clothes and stood up, raised his legs, and stepped over the warm corpse.

"Deal with it."

"What's wrong."

A ray of gray-white ghost floated in the chaotic darkness. Seeing the sudden change in the aura of the person wrapped from head to toe in black robes, it couldn't help asking in doubt.

The man in black said calmly, "Solve a problem."

You Hun let out a cry, and gradually transformed into You Ming's face. He conjured a thick and short fluffy rope out of thin air, and put it into the palm of the man in black.

The palms are white and smooth, it is absolutely impossible for them to come from older people.You Ming thought so, and smiled flatteringly, "This is the wick of the soul-protecting lamp."

"Please also ask the lord to lend me [-]% of my strength to find the body as agreed."

"Who is the target?"

The gray-white ghost hovered in the air for several times, and gradually presented a picture in front of the black-robed man.

In the picture, there are hundreds of disciples practicing on the huge school field. After a while, a gentle man with a fairy air came steadily and smiled at everyone.

The screen stopped, You Ming zoomed in on the smiling face in the man's eyes, and said with a sinister smile, "I'm sorry."

"Si Yao."

The author has something to say: the second update is here~

I wish all the fathers of little angels a happy Father's Day, good health and good luck in everything -3-