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

"Is this mung bean cake made by Yu Lian?"

"The lord made this specially for you," the protector right beside Jingxi paused, and immediately corrected, "I got up before dawn this morning—"

"Master, are you not used to it?"

The faint smile in the young man's eyes disappeared, and he looked at Ye Ling quietly while maintaining a slight curve around his lips.

"...No, it's delicious," Ye Ling put down the pastry after taking a bite, with mixed feelings in his heart, "But you don't have to do this."

"Jingxi, don't... deliberately imitate someone."

The Jing Xi he knew could be the taciturn and indifferent young man three years ago, or even the arrogant Lord of Hell, but he should not live in the shadow of others.

Whether it's him or the original body, Jing Xi was once the person they put on top of their hearts and guarded with every possible care.

Ye Ling didn't like him doing this.

"Okay, if the master doesn't like it, the disciple will not be like this in the future."

Jing Xi withdrew the cakes aside and ordered people to serve other breakfasts. She seemed not to care, but her tone was still gentle, "Is Master's leg better?"

It is difficult for the demons to grow, and the only vegetation is short bushes of thorns. Ye Ling went out for a walk yesterday, and when he passed a gravel road, he accidentally tripped over a few bushes and twisted his ankle. Furious, he ordered people to burn all the thorn bushes in the entire palace overnight, and even threatened to execute the two servants who followed Ye Ling, but it was Ye Ling who stopped them.

Before he finished speaking, the young man knelt in front of Ye Ling on one knee, wanting to check his injuries.

After a pause, Ye Ling immediately withdrew her body, unable to adapt to Jing Xi's sudden closeness these days, "It's alright, you should get up first."

The young man was still kneeling, stubbornly insisting that Ye Ling expose his ankles, put his slender and slender legs on his big//legs, put his warm palms on the man's white ankles, and rubbed them gently.

Those hands seemed to be electrified, Ye Ling only felt that the whole lower/half/body was half numb, her cheeks were slightly red, and she couldn't help muttering, "Don't..."

"Master, there are actually a lot of disciples." Jing Xi lowered his eyes halfway, unable to hear the emotion, "as long as you give the disciples a chance."

"......understood."

Before leaving, Jing Xi handed him a letter and a small paper bag, telling Ye Ling that it was entrusted by someone else to bring it to Ye Ling.

The material of the paper bag was very familiar. Ye Ling took the envelope and opened it directly. Looking at the six vigorous characters on the paper, a smile appeared on his lips.

"Don't read, everything is fine." In the paper bag was the familiar plum candy, Ye Ling picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, the familiar sour taste made him squint his eyes slightly.

"Is the owner of the letter the 'stranger' that Master mentioned last time?" The young man beside him asked calmly, with no emotion in his tone.

Ye Ling nodded, the matter that he had been thinking about for several days finally came to fruition, and asked Jing Xi curiously how the letter was sent in.

"Paid a lot of money to buy the guards, and sent them to me." Jing Xi paused, gave a vague answer, and then asked, "Is this person important to Master?"

Seeing the confused eyes of the young man, Ye Ling didn't know how to answer for a moment; how should he explain it so that Jingxi could understand how guilty he was for occupying someone else's shell and enjoying the love that shouldn't belong to him.

It was clearly not him who survived those painful years.

Unlike Jing Xi, the Ye Ling that the stranger knew was just a simple him who could accept kindness or care without any burden.

The affairs of the demon clan are complicated, and Jing Xi has to rush to discuss matters; pick up the food box and cover it, the young man said goodbye to Ye Ling with the right protector, then turned and left.

The two walked through the long corridor to the front of the main hall, and when they passed the raging stove in front of the hall, Jing Xi suddenly stopped, took the food box in the hand of the right guardian, and without hesitation put the wooden box containing the pastries Throw it in.

Here Ye Ling turned back to the room, intending to find a book to pass the time, but as soon as he opened the door and entered the room, he found that there was already a person standing in the room.

The uninvited guest was dressed in a black robe, which covered every inch of his body from head to toe, with a mask on his face, even though he was only a dozen steps away, Ye Ling couldn't see his face at all.

Extremely alert in her heart, Ye Ling quickly gathered the spiritual power in her body silently, and said in a steady voice, "Are you 'Black Robe'?"

Just now he and Jing Xi were in the courtyard, and the only one in the world with such cultivation and this attire is the famous "Black Robe".

Heipao hummed without hesitation, looked at Ye Ling quietly, and spoke in a low voice after a while,

"Come with me, don't get involved in this dispute again."

The unexpected answer made Ye Ling's eyes move, and he said defensively, "Why should I trust you?"

The man in black walked towards him slowly, as if he could see Ye Ling's body stiffened by guard, stood still a few steps away from him, stretched out his left hand, and spread his palm.

In the palm lay a piece of white wick quietly.

With a faint guess in his heart, Ye Ling guessed, "This is... the wick of the soul lamp?"

"Correct."

"Why give it to me?"

"Because I will always stand by your side," the black robe said lightly, put the wick on the wooden table at hand, and returned to its original position, "I know you don't want to live the life of 'Ye Ling'."

"I can let you live the life you want, anything."

The tone of the black robe is flat, but the hoarse voice always makes Ye Ling feel familiar; in a trance, he suddenly remembered three years ago, in the foggy wasteland in the small town he passed by when he was going to the Fairy Gate Conference, he once heard over this sound.

It was this voice that made him witness the scene of Jing Xi killing Yuan Shen for the first time.

In this way, this person's target has never been him.

"How do you know I'm not 'Ye Ling'?" Ye Ling put down a little defense, "Also, you gave me the wick so easily, what do you want me to do."

"You are Ye Ling," Heipao retorted with a rare hint of annoyance, "I hope you can leave Jingxi."

"Leave forever."

The atmosphere of the Mozu these few days has suddenly become very tense, even the young servants in Ye Ling's Courtyard have been facing a formidable enemy all day long, and they dare not slack off at all.

He was said to be a boy, but in fact he was only a teenager. Ye Ling couldn't help but find it a little funny when he saw his appearance of being on guard all the time, so he asked someone to sit beside him and rest for a while, and handed him an apple.

"Why are you so nervous?"

In the demon clan, fruit is a treasure that only the nobles can enjoy. The boy dared to take the apple after Ye Ling's reassurance. He took a small bite and told Ye Ling happily that the lord is going to travel far away today.

"Travel?" Jing Xi came to visit several times a day, and Ye Ling, who didn't know it, couldn't help wondering, "What are you going to do?"

"It seems to go to the top of the Tianshan Mountains to gather a spiritual herb," ​​the child was unprepared for Ye Ling, and muttered while eating, "But the Lord is going to gather herbs alone, why did he call an army?"

Also puzzled in his heart, Ye Ling vaguely felt that Jing Xi was deliberately keeping himself a secret. In the past few days, he had seen Guardian You more than once, but he had never heard anything from him.

In the Demon Lord's territory, seeing Ye Ling was like seeing Jing Xi, so Ye Ling walked into the hall unhindered while kneeling and worshiping. After looking around, he found that Jing Xi was not here.

Passing through the main hall, the side hall, and even the empty martial arts practice area at the back of the hall, Ye Ling finally found Jing Xi in the medicinal food room where few people go.

The young man known as the Ninth Five-Year Lord was bending his waist deeply at this moment, staring at the smoking stove with red eyes, and the room full of medicinal materials was set off by his tall stature.

It was clearly just such a simple thing as guarding the stove, but the young man seemed to be performing an incomparably sacred ceremony, his seductive eyes did not blink, and his expression was focused.

The Right Protector with lowered brows beside him reported respectfully, saying that everything was ready and ready to go at any time.

"In the two days I've been away, add more people to protect him," Jing Xi sighed, and after a pause, continued to add, ".....Try to hide it as much as possible, and I will come back as soon as possible."

"Hiding something from me."

Ye Ling came to the door frame from the corner, smelled the bitter smell of medicine in the room, frowned deeply, pointed to the medicine stove and asked, "Did you cook my daily tonic?"

But Jing Xi clearly told him that's not the case, and he secretly fell down several times in private.

The expressions of both of them were a little uncomfortable for a while, and finally Jing Xi walked up to Ye Ling and explained softly, "I am afraid that the master will know that I made this medicine, so I don't want to drink it... ..”

Seeing the young man's cautious appearance, Ye Ling felt inexplicably sore, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and raised his hand to help him wipe off the soot on his face.

Jing Xi bent down and put her face in front of him, so close that Ye Ling could even see the fine hairs on his face, and felt his light panting on the side of his neck.

Taking a step back, Ye Ling moved his eyes away and cleared his throat, with an unnatural voice, "Why do you want to go to the top of Tianshan Mountain?"

"...The tonic is worse than the ingredients." The young man's eyes dodged, not daring to look directly into Ye Ling's eyes.

"Really, let's go together." Ye Ling took back the handkerchief, lowered her eyes with a calm expression, "If you leave, I won't be interested in staying here alone."

"No," the young man rebuffed without thinking, "It's too dangerous there, I can't let Master put himself in danger."

Ye Ling looked up into his eyes, "Will you let me have an accident?"

"......Won't."

The young man's eyes flickered. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from the long corridor. He knelt down in front of the two of them with a flustered expression.

"My lord, the demon king came with an army and said he wanted to see you."

"Brother."

"I said three years ago that I don't have a junior like you."

Yu Lian was dressed in strong clothes, with tens of thousands of troops behind him, looking at Jing Xi with deep eyes, with undisguised disgust.

He looked at Ye Ling, and asked clearly word by word, "Master, do you know what the medicinal material he wants to take is for?"

"Thousands of bones, nourishing blood." Seeing Ye Ling's silence, Yu Lian stared at Jing Xi with a sneer, his whole body was full of evil spirits, "This is the effect of 'Blood Fiend Grass', right Jing Xi?"

"Murdering thousands of people, the bone refinement and blood pool will never reincarnate, and then refining blood pills to supplement the master's spiritual knowledge, such filial piety is really touching."

The sky that was still clear for thousands of miles a moment ago suddenly became violent with wind and rain, and the howling cold wind cut across the faces of everyone like sharp knives.

"It's a joy for you to kill people for a while, but who will be the one who will be cursed and cast aside in the end?"

"Not to mention anything else, just in the past three years, Master has been charged with many innocent crimes because of you, Jing Xi, have you ever felt too much guilt in your heart?

The murderous words pierced the three of them at the same time, but Yu Lian remained expressionless, with a clear voice and clear words:

"What you say about 'compensation for guilt' is nothing more than using Master's soft heart as a threat to seek selfish peace of mind."

"Yu Lian, that's enough."

"Master, you will always be like this, and you will always be the only one in your eyes." Yu Lian looked at Ye Ling and smiled desolately at herself, "He is also your disciple, but he can easily gain all your trust and respect." pet."

"Why?"

"Yu Lian, if you still recognize me as a master, then stop talking about it."

"Why can't you say it? Even the master said he is a scourge!" The young man muttered a few words, his emotions suddenly lost control, and he burst into low growls.

"Only you! You are the only one in this world! The wolf cub who will avenge his kindness—"

"Snapped!"

The roar stopped abruptly.

Seeing a clearly visible red mark on the fair face of the young man, Ye Ling was trembling slightly, his body swayed violently, he gritted his teeth and barely stabilized his body, and shouted from his throat depressingly:

"roll."

"I don't have you as a disciple anymore."

Yu Lian tilted her head, the veins on her forehead were bulging, and her delicate and beautiful features were a little ferocious due to excessive force.

"Okay, I'll get out."

In full view of everyone, he came to Ye Ling and knelt down, kowtowed three times, took out a sachet from his waist and put it in the man's hand, embroidered with a few green bamboos stained with blood.

Although the corners of the sachet have faded slightly, the faint fragrance is still tangy, and you can tell it's freshly brewed as soon as you smell it.

"In this sachet is the Nine-Tailed Feather Spirit, which was given to me by my father when he was dying. It can save someone's life at a critical moment." The young man gave Ye Ling a deep look,

"Master and Yu Lian'en are as important as a mountain. In the days when there will be no disciples to serve, I only hope that the master will be in good health."

——"Yu Lian will always be the disciple who wishes you good health."

Tens of thousands of troops disappeared into the wasteland in the blink of an eye, leaving only yellow sand dancing wildly everywhere.

The man didn't turn around, but looked at the direction of Yu Lian's departure from his thin back. After a long time, he spoke very softly and slowly: "Jing Xi, is what Yu Lian said true?"

The young man didn't dare to look at Ye Ling's dimming eyes anymore, he raised his left hand, a dark red spiritual power gathered in the palm, and he hugged Ye Ling firmly in his arms the next moment.

Looking at Ye Ling's sleepy and peaceful face, Jing Xi carefully handed him over to his servants, muttering,

"Master, even if I have to go to hell, I will never lose you again."

When he raised his head, the young man's eyes were no longer turbulent, and his red pupils were cold. He looked at the soldiers behind him who were ready to go, and turned to the right guardian, saying in a deep voice,

"No one will let him out until I come back."

"Offenders will be cut immediately."

The author has something to say: there is no second update today, explain why the update is late...

Because of the lock in the last chapter, my mentality has completely collapsed... I have been revising repeatedly for 12 hours....