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

"Master...want to have a child with this deity?"

It doesn't matter whether you can or cannot, just want or don't want to.

Jing Xi looked at Ye Ling, who was a few dozen steps away with a gentle expression, and was wiping the dust off the boy's face with a silk scarf and handkerchief. He was in a trance for a while, but couldn't tell whether it was excitement or jealousy.

The old doctor raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes flicked back and forth between Ye Ling and Jing Xi, and in the end he just smiled knowingly, "Since ancient times, even among demons, there have been very few men who can conceive; but well... ..”

"Everything is sincere."

During the speech, Jing Xi had already walked towards Ye Ling, standing beside the man, quietly waiting for him to tidy up the boy's messy hair, and the two walked towards the small courtyard together.

The embarrassment lingered for a long time, and the two were silent all the way. Ye Ling was still immersed in the accident in the morning, only hearing a slightly hoarse voice from above:

"Master... do you really want a child in the future?"

Today, one or two of them were asking about his children, Ye Ling frowned puzzled, and replied ambiguously, "Maybe."

"No," the young man suddenly stood still, looking at him with deep eyes, as if he had made up his mind, and said very firmly, "Master still needs to cultivate his body now, and we will talk about the child's affairs later."

Ye Ling: "...?"

"Let's stop with the blood pill, the wick is already in my hands."

Spreading his palm, Ye Ling showed Jing Xi a piece of wick in his palm, and in his confused eyes, explained the matter of the black robe clearly with a few words.

He believed that the black robe had no intention of killing him, but he didn't believe that the black robe was really as he said, there was nothing else he wanted.

"Then does Master know the whereabouts of the black robe?"

"He left after giving me the wick." Ye Ling shook his head lightly, looked up at Jing Xi with a serious expression, "It's a fact that thousands of people have died, can the matter of refining blood pills stop?"

Looking at the piece of lamp wick lying quietly in Ye Ling's palm, the young man felt a sense of loss for some reason; like a hungry person who was hanging for his life by a piece of big cake that he couldn't reach, when he suddenly found that he had already taken the piece of big cake. When the cake is eaten, I don't know how to find the next piece of cake.

Jing Xi didn't know how to keep Ye Ling by his side now.

Soon, he felt the panic that quickly covered his whole body.

"After the one-month period, I will go back to Xuanqingzong to have a look. Do you... want to follow?"

Not daring to look at the sharp red pupils of the young man, Ye Ling looked at the bamboo in the yard not far away, but what he thought in his heart was that he hoped that Jingxi would stop playing tricks; he found that no matter where he was, Jingxi could always Bring him an unexpected "surprise".

It's better to tie people around, at least you can be on guard a little bit.

But he is the Lord of the Demon Race after all, and I don’t know if——

"Master, can you also promise me one thing," hesitantly only listened to the young man's voice, "Ten days later will be the "Demon Realm Grand Ceremony" every ten years in the Demon Realm. The honored empresses and empresses will attend the grand ceremony together."

"If the master doesn't dislike the disciple," Jing Xi stood still in front of Ye Ling, her tall figure enveloping him in the shadow, "Can you join hands with the disciple to climb the heights and see the territory of the Demon Realm?"

"After all, the only one who has ever had skin-to-skin contact with a disciple is Master."

The young man was half a head taller than him, and Ye Ling raised her eyes to look into his dull eyes, feeling like a wandering man who abandoned his family and wandered around brothels.

"The roster—"

"Master, don't worry," Jing Xi immediately added, "All the rosters are checked by the disciples. If the master doesn't want to, they can change their names."

After going through the ups and downs of life and death, Ye Ling actually doesn't care much about his reputation, he just wants to have a clear conscience; he is just worried that if Jingxi really wants to marry a wife and have children in the future, he wonders if what he did today will delay him, " It doesn't matter, if you want to erase your name in the future, won't it be very troublesome?"

The young man's eyes lit up when he heard the words, he approached Ye Ling slightly, bent down a little, and said in a low voice:

"As long as Master is willing, you will always be the only one on this roster."

"Lord, the Demon Ceremony will be held in two days. Your subordinates have brought a record manual for the ceremony process. Do you have any instructions?"

In a cold cave, the man in common clothes looked at the man standing in front of him with his hands behind his back, and his words were full of respect; while speaking, he firmly handed the manual in his hand forward, watching the man open the manual and read it, He bowed to the side and waited with downcast eyes.

"...Honorable Lord and Empress Dowager together, hand in hand to climb the tower and look far away..."

Hearing the crisp sound of "pa", the black robe slammed the manual on the ground, the cold and sinister voice made people shudder,

"The unfilial person actually made Master become—"

Before he finished speaking, the black robe turned around sharply, staring fiercely at the subordinate who started to tremble slightly behind him, and said in a cold voice, "How long will that old You Ming sleep."

Suppressed by the powerful aura, the man who was asked twitched his teeth, "It will be fine in a few days."

"Okay, get the two armies in order." The manual instantly turned into crumbs, and the black robe disappeared little by little in front of the man. "Be ready to go to war at any time."

As the public enemy of the Three Realms, the Demon Race has been peaceful and quiet for hundreds of years. Now that Jing Xi has only been on the throne for more than a year, he is going to celebrate the Demon Realm Grand Ceremony with great fanfare. As soon as this incident came out, it immediately caused a sensation in the Four Realms, and it spread in less than a day. .

At the same time, the clearly written "Empress Ye" on the celebration notice posted in the city is even more imaginative.

For a time, various rumors and speculations arose everywhere.

"Xiaoling..." Si Yao's steady voice came from the jade slips, he looked at Ye Ling helplessly, and sighed again, "Do you know what you are doing now?"

The costumes for the ceremony had to be tailor-made, and the devil tailor had just come in from the outside, and was taking out a tape measure from the toolbox at this time, preparing to measure Ye Ling's body measurements.

"During the celebration, the Lord and Empress must join hands to go up to the tower to look far away. This is the rule of the ceremony," Ye Ling watched as the young tailor ordered people to bring all kinds of fabrics into the house, raised his hand and poured a cup of tea for everyone, and continued,

"Jing Xi said that he couldn't find someone right now, and hoped that I could replace him."

"Forget it, it's not a matter of a day or two for you to deceive yourself and others," Si Yao shook his head repeatedly after hearing this, his face was very tired, "After the celebration, you can find time to go back to Xuanqingzong to see, I miss you a little."

The tired look on the man's face was deeper than last time, Ye Ling was a little worried, and asked him how he was doing when he came in, whether the matter of Yunxi was resolved, and whether there was any difficulty in the sect.

"It's okay, it's just that there are too many business affairs all of a sudden, and I can't handle them all at once," Si Yao shook his head, and smiled softly, "Yunxi is a bit clingy, but recently he has become much more behaved."

The tailor was specially sent by Jing Xi, who was very polite; after taking out the measuring tape and waiting quietly for a while, he carefully gestured to Ye Ling, wanting to measure his size.

When Ye Ling stood up and walked over in coordination, he only heard the sound of footsteps. Jing Xi, who had finished her government affairs, walked into the room, and watched the young tailor gesticulating on Ye Ling with a tape measure, her brows furrowed unconsciously. .

The tailor was the best at observing words and expressions, and when he saw Jing Xi's uneasy expression, he took two steps back respectfully and explained in a steady voice that he was preparing for the fancy dress to be worn for the grand ceremony.

The young man thought for a while, walked steadily to the desk with two questioning eyes, picked up a pen and left a few lines of ink on the rice paper, and then walked over and handed the paper to the tailor.

The young tailor looked puzzled for a moment, then showed an expression of enlightenment, looked up at Ye Ling, and then looked at Jing Xi with eyes full of admiration, "As expected of the Lord, you understand everything about the Immortal Lord clearly."

Ye Ling was puzzled, and asked Jing Xi what was written on the paper.

The young man curled up one corner of his lips, as if a little arrogant and secretly pleased, he put his head close to Ye Ling, lowered his head and breathed the hot air in the person's ear,

"It's nothing unusual, it's just the measurements of Master."

After speaking, while Ye Ling's cheeks were flushing rapidly, Jing Xi waved her hand casually, ordering the tailor to leave the room.

With a hot face, Ye Ling looked at the neatly placed jewelry, swords and weapons on the table, and recalled in a trance that someone had proposed marriage to him three years ago. Jewelry, in the end, except for a piece of soft armor, he rejected all of them.

At that time he just thought it was ridiculous.

But seeing the dazzling array in front of him, and the tall young man standing beside him, Ye Ling felt a little nervous for some reason, his clenched palms sweated slightly, and amidst the uneasiness about the grand ceremony, there was also a faint hope.

"Master, don't be nervous." Jing Xi sat down beside him, peeled an orange, took Ye Ling's hand, put it in his palm, and comforted him, "It will be fine if you stand behind me then."

Ye Ling was taken aback when he heard this.

This sentence is too unfamiliar to him. With his cold and introverted personality, it is almost a matter of course to protect the weak and stand in front of others at any time. This is the first time someone has clearly told him :

Don't be afraid, just stand behind me.

Ye Ling didn't answer for a long time, so that Jing Xi on the opposite side thought he was still uneasy; the young man got up and walked over, stretching out his long arms with ease and wanting to hug someone; unexpectedly, he was pushed away by Ye Ling's palm.

Jing Xi: ...?

"I'm not nervous," Ye Ling turned his head, his face was still blushing suspiciously; the young man stood in front of him like a stone pillar, his eyes could only look around erratically, "Don't come over and rub..."

Jing Xi coughed lightly, and changed the subject, "The main hall will have to wait for a few more days, if Master is bored, would you like to go to the world with your disciples to have fun?"

An hour later, there were two handsome young men standing beside the bustling human street.

Still dressed in plain white gauze, Ye Ling looked up at the mahogany plaque directly above, and couldn't help being silent for a while, regretting coming here.

On the incomparably imposing plaque, three big red characters are engraved in a flying and flying manner:

Man, spring, courtyard.

The author has something to say: Today's Xiaojing is a very good Xiaojing.

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