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

The man was silent beside Ye Ling for a long time, so long that Ye Ling could no longer explain his abnormal behavior with taciturnity, so he couldn't help but ask him what's wrong.

Shaking his head, the man just turned his head and stared at Ye Ling silently, sighed a few times and asked him, "Then are you going to tell that person?"

Ye Ling's face showed a sense of loss that she hadn't even noticed, recalling Jing Xi's past thoughts about her original body, she didn't know that if she said these words, the young man would feel sad.

After waking up, he intentionally avoided Jing Xi, not only because he didn't want to cause trouble, but also because he didn't want to face his guilt and self-blame expression.

"Even I find this incident unbelievable, so how can I explain it to him?"

The air seemed to freeze suddenly, and the two people who had their own concerns stopped talking, and each stared into the distance in a daze. Finally, the man broke the silence when he bid farewell to Ye Ling softly.

"...I'm going back, and I may not come back in the future."

Unexpectedly, the farewell would be so sudden, Ye Ling was stunned for a while, thinking that his silence tonight was all because of the sadness of parting, so he spoke a few words of comfort.

Compared with the happy atmosphere when the two came, the atmosphere when the man left was much heavier; watching his back that was drifting away, Ye Ling suddenly felt a little lonely and desolate for some reason.

There was still a paper bag specially left by the man in his palm, Ye Ling picked up one and put it in his mouth, the sour taste buds made him suddenly understand why he was different from the masked man from the beginning.

He has a very familiar sense of loneliness, so that every time Ye Ling sees him, it seems that he can see another young man through this body.

Unknowingly, Ye Ling strolled all the way to the pool at the back of the courtyard, watching the water vapor and mist steaming, what flashed in his mind was Jing Xi hugging him, his firm and powerful chest was so hot.

In fact, he never thought about exactly when he drank that day, but he can vaguely remember how he stripped off the young man's clothes, how he easily pushed him away when he was emotional, and how he bit him when he asked for it Earlobe, slurring frivolous words.

But he didn't refuse, did he?

Thinking of this, Ye Ling couldn't help being surprised for a while; now he not only bears the title of "Master", he even didn't explain clearly the issue of identity, and at this time he was thinking about the matter of emotion.

His cheeks were reddened by the hot air in the pool, Ye Ling quickened his pace and walked back, just in time to meet the hurried Right Guardian who came to look for him and begged him to go back.

The man called him out for a while, and begged him to go back. Ye Ling felt strange, and was escorted all the way back to the house amidst the begging of the right guardian.

On the way back, Ye Ling noticed that there were many more demons guarding him, so he surrounded him tightly, and the right guard was tense, and sent Ye Ling back to the house, and he let out a long sigh of relief when closing the door .

After dinner, Ye Ling planned to rest early after reading to pass the time. Just as he was about to lie down, someone pushed open the door roughly, reeking of alcohol.

Without the light of the candle, only a few gleams of moonlight were left in the dimly lit room; Ye Ling closed her eyes, held her breath, listening to the approaching footsteps, and quietly touched the dagger under the pillow with her hand under the quilt.

Since Jing Xi stood still in front of his bed that time, he has developed the habit of hiding a dagger under his pillow.

The visitor was panting heavily, and his footsteps were so flimsy that he didn't look like a practitioner; he walked slowly towards the bed step by step, and when Ye Ling was about to draw his knife and get up, he heard the man shout hoarsely from his throat, "Master!" Respect".

...Jingxi is back?

The young man yelled hoarsely and fell straight into his arms. Ye Ling threw the sharp knife to the ground, and hugged the man in his arms in a hurry.

"When did you come back?"

The room was pitch black, Ye Ling wanted to get up and turn on the light, but the young man took advantage of the situation and directly wrapped his arms around his waist, calling him in a low voice over and over again, refusing to let go no matter what.

Smelling drunk, the young man stumbled and told Ye Ling what he had seen and heard on the top of Tianshan Mountain, but finally changed the subject and said sullenly, "I should feel lucky."

"......What's the meaning."

"At least this time, I did nothing wrong."

The young man muttered in a very low voice, and Ye Ling, who was immersed in the story, couldn't hear clearly; seeing the young man's face buried in his arms, he felt dazed for a while, and suddenly forgot about the blood sand lotus, he just wanted to know what the young man thought now Who is it that I hold.

"Jing Xi," he opened his eyes in the dark night, and heard himself ask softly, "I have been in a coma for three years, if the me now is not the same as Ye Ling back then, what should you do?"

The young man froze for a moment, then sat up propped up, his red pupils gleaming in the dark night, and almost immediately retorted, "Master will not change."

"It's been three years, if—"

"No if! No!"

Jing Xi suddenly let out a loud roar, panting heavily, and Ye Ling's violent mood suddenly retreated; he drank too much wine, and he was a little slurred when he told the story, but now he can only speak loudly over and over again And powerlessly denied Ye Ling's words.

Finally, when Ye Ling was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, the young man finally cried out that he was tired; he looked at the sleepy Ye Ling with a faint gaze, and after a while, he wrapped his arms around Yingying's waist/limbs, and lay down on the couch together.

"This child is so young and timid, can he be the Immortal Governor?"

The fairy envoy sent by the fairy gate had a big belly and sat cross-legged on the wooden chair in the house unceremoniously, squinting at the handsome boy beside Si Yao, frowning with dissatisfaction.

Si Yao looked at Lan Xi who was trembling behind him, although he forced a smile on his face, he couldn't stop sighing in his heart.

In the past three years, although Xuanqingzong's strength has only advanced but not retreated, it has been criticized for the "brilliant deeds" of Ye Ling's two good disciples. Now it is the most critical moment for the selection of the immortal governor. The mere fairy envoy who would have nodded and bowed his head, dared to call him by his name now.

After Jiang Lanxi had a good meal, the fairy envoy squinted at Si Yao and snorted.

"Sect Master Si Yao, what, I'm a little thirsty, go and get me a cup of hot tea."

How many years had it been since he had been ordered like this by anyone? Si Yao was suppressing his anger and was about to reach for the teacup on the table when his eyes suddenly went dark. The silent tall young man took a step forward and snatched the cup before him. .

Yunxi's smile in front of outsiders is still lazy, holding the cup and smiling, "Xianshi, this tea is not fragrant enough, I have better ones in my house, do you want to try it?"

Eyebrows twitched, Si Yao looked at Yunxi's normal posture, not knowing what bad water he was thinking in his stomach, so he scolded softly.

"Master, don't be stingy." Yunxi raised one eyebrow, and her thin lips slightly raised revealed a small canine tooth, "If the Master Immortal Envoy drinks my tea, he will take a fancy to our Xuanqing Sect Woolen cloth."

The bloated man looked at Si Yao's nervous expression, snorted, praised Yun Xi, and ordered him to get some tea quickly.

The young man left with his hands behind his head in a flash; after a while, he came in with a bucket of steaming boiling water in one hand, and before everyone had time to react, he poured it directly on the man with a splash.

Amidst the pig-killing screams in the room, Lan Xi, who shrank aside, couldn't help laughing out loud, looking at Yunxi with bright eyes.

"Oh my god, what's wrong with you?"

Yunxi threw the wooden barrel aside, looked at the man who couldn't stop rolling on the ground with a cold smile, and squatted down; he picked up two weeds from the man's wet clothes, and sighed regretfully,

"It's a pity, my good tea has been ruined like this."

The red and swollen man got up and wanted to yell for someone, when he saw the young man who was smiling just a second ago suddenly changed his expression, his dark eyes were full of coldness; he grabbed the man's collar and grabbed him easily, He whispered in his ear:

"This fairy envoy, my master is the head of the Xuanqing Sect after all; I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the tea poured by his old man."

After finishing speaking, there was a bang, and the man was thrown away like a rag, directly smashing the pear blossom wooden chair behind him.

The fairy envoy got up and cursed: "You... who do you think you are? You can't even be selected in the Xuanqing Sect!"

"Oh, what a coincidence," Yun Xi crossed his arms and smiled mockingly, "I'm not too curious."

"Okay, I beat and scolded and scolded, and you want to play tricks on the way back?"

Si Yao saw that Yunxi was secretly about to slip away with the team of immortal envoys, so he couldn't help but stop him, seeing his indifferent face, he shook his head again and again.

This kid is good in everything, but he has more bad water in his stomach than anyone else.

"Master knows me best." When looking at Si Yao, the young man put on that harmless smile again, and scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, "Speaking of which, Master, is your waist uncomfortable?"

Yun Xi pointed to Si Yao's hand on his waist with a concerned expression.

The selection is approaching, and the affairs of the sect are extraordinarily heavy. The affairs of Jing Xi, Yu Lian and Ye Ling are rumored in the four realms, and in the whole Xuanqing sect, only Si Yao and two book boys take care of things. I haven't closed my eyes for two days.

When he got up from the chair this morning and accidentally slipped to his waist, he couldn't help laughing at himself, whether it's like this when people get old.

"Master, lie down quickly, and this disciple will give you a massage/massage."

Half pushed and half on the spot, Yun Xi pulled her onto the bed, a pair of hands on her waist pushed the clothes upwards, and then her warm palms fell on her waist, and began to spin slowly from her waist.

Si Yao's figure is actually very good, neither thin nor overly strong, there is no trace of fat on his lean waist, and the lines are very smooth.

The young man focused his eyes on this waist, rolled his protruding Adam's apple, suppressed the urge to tear up his clothes on the spot, and cleared his throat, "Master, you haven't talked to Yunxi much these days."

The man with his back to him closed his eyes comfortably, and snorted coldly, "Isn't it because you only stay with Xiangyun all day long, so you don't have time to talk to me."

"That's because Master lied to me first," Yunxi replied aggrievedly, complaining in a low voice, "I agreed not to accept apprentices anymore, but in the end, I brought them back in the blink of an eye."

There was a hint of sleepiness in Si Yao's voice, and he tried to explain Lan Xi's matter clearly, and finally he didn't forget to say, "You treat everyone like you, and treat me as a treasure; people also have teachers. Lord, I will definitely go back in the future."

"Master is a treasure," Yun Xi bent down, put his head directly on Si Yao's waist, and said seriously:

"I don't like Master recruiting apprentices, just like Master doesn't like me chatting with other female disciples."

After finishing talking, the man didn't answer for a long time, Yunxi got up from him, looked at Si Yao's sleeping face, leaned down again, and kissed the man's eyes lightly.

Like a dragonfly touching water, there is only a layer of shallow ripples.

When she looked up again, she happened to meet Lan Xi who was standing outside the door, her pair of shiny black eyes were full of admiration.

Thinking of the boy's hearty laughter in the house today, Yun Xi didn't hate him so much for a while, he got up slowly and left the house, sat down in a random place in the courtyard, and shook hands with Lan Xi.

The child passed by in a hurry, and called out senior brother in a polite manner.

"From today onwards, I will watch you practice, so as to save others from being a persimmon when the time comes."

Lan Xi nodded excitedly, immediately raised her sword in her hand, and scratched her face in confusion after a while, asking Yunxi why she didn't want to participate in the election.

"Eldest brother's cultivation is clearly the highest."

"People are born with different purposes." The young man was leaning against the stone table, with a dog's tail in his mouth, his posture was lazy, but his eyes were extremely serious.

"I just want to guard my beloved in my life."

The author has something to say: Yunxi who complained about the suzerain "bringing people back in a blink of an eye" seems like a wronged little daughter-in-law (my mother complained)

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