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

The young man lazily nestled on the recliner, grabbed a thin blanket from somewhere to cover his body, held hot tea in his hand, and looked like he had nothing to do with himself.

"Xiao Ling!" Bai Xuan turned around and glared at Ye Ling, while covering him with a blanket, "Don't be arrogant at this time!"

The warm sun outside the window is filtered by the layers of bamboo forests, and falls on the body through the bamboo leaves, printing faint circular halos one by one.

Ye Ling was holding a warm blue-glazed teacup, her curled long eyelashes cast two fan-shaped shadows under her eyelids, she quivered a few times like feathers, her eyes were calm, "I think clearly."

Naturally, he won't be so stupid as to ask for trouble, but now he needs time to adapt to this world, but no matter the theoretical knowledge, or the swordsmanship of cultivation level, he is far from the original body, so it's okay to hang around for two days, and the suzerain will come back in two days , What should I do if I find clues?

It's better to be punished and recover while cleaning up by recovering from illness.

Ning Ling didn't expect Ye Ling to come down so quickly, but he couldn't get off the stage, he couldn't speak, and finally raised his finger to Ye Ling's nose and said "you" for a long time, snorted coldly, and left with his hands behind his back .

Looking at the back of Ning Ling leaving in anger, Bai Xuan repeatedly shook his head, sat down and took a sip of hot tea, "Why do you have to be angry with him?"

With a slight mood swing, the basket full of spiritual herbs by the door landed steadily at his feet. Ye Ling reached out and picked one up and put it in his palm to play with. I don't want to make it difficult for you."

After finishing speaking, both of them were stunned. With the screeching sound of the stool legs rubbing against the floor, Bai Xuan bounced up, walked around the room twice, and then came to Ye Ling's side. He sighed and said excitedly, "Xiao Ling, third brother... I haven't seen you like this for a long time."

Being watched by a fiery gaze, Ye Ling's cheeks were slightly hot, and she tilted her head uncomfortably to avoid the sight, "...Oh."

Raising and lowering his hands, Bai Xuan finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Can third brother rub Xiaoling's head? Just like when I was a child."

Ye Ling kept talking about his refusal, recalling that the two senior brothers in the book died under Jing Xi's sword in order to avenge the original body, and finally couldn't bear it, so he straightened up and put his head next to Bai Xuan's hand, his voice was like a mosquito , "...then hurry up."

After ruffling Ye Ling's black hair contentedly, Bai Xuan seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, and sighed, "It's better when I was a child, when you were greedy, my eldest brother and my second brother and I took turns going down the mountain to buy you chicken legs every day. Once Master catches him, he will be beaten up."

Pausing for a moment, Bai Xuan looked at him with distress, "Xiaoling, third brother has no other demands on you, but I hope you don't think too much, you know, when the sky falls, there are senior brothers who will support you. "

Ye Ling laughed, "Elder Ning Leng is also included."

"Don't blame elder brother, he actually loves you very much, it's really Jing Xi's fault."

When Jingxi was mentioned, Ye Ling regained some energy, sat up straight and said seriously, "Third brother, actually I have one more request, about Jingxi's sword..."

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When Bai Xuan left, the sun had passed its most venomous and unbearable time, hanging slantingly in the corner of the sky; the young man curled himself up in the thin blanket, lying on his side defenselessly, his body rose and fell slightly with his shallow breathing, and the gap between his brows Stretch, sleep soundly.

Closing the door lightly, Bai Xuan walked along the blue and white stone slabs all the way to the gate fence of Yinzhuyuan, fanning the ink-painted bone fan leisurely in his hand.

Suddenly a breeze blew in the forest, the bamboo forest was dense, and the green leaves swayed to bring out the fragrance of bamboo; Bai Xuan's eyes flashed coldly, his wrist trembled, and the bone fan between his palms flew out like an arrow from the string, flying straight to ten meters In the deep forest outside.

"get out."

A figure stepped out from the shadow of the bamboo grove, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a straight back. The tall young man strode up to Bai Xuan with a calm expression, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Jing Xi saluted, and said neither humble nor overbearing, "Immortal Queruo."

Bai Xuan retracted his fan, looked ahead, and said coolly, "What are you doing here, sneaky?"

"The disciple is afraid of disturbing Master Qingxiu, so he dare not disturb rashly."

With a sneer, a layer of disgust rose in Bai Xuan's eyes, "He is eloquent, not because he is afraid of disturbing, but because he has a guilty conscience."

Seeing Jingxi's eyes drooping and silent, Bai Xuan continued, "I see that you don't want to be trapped in this Qingyun Peak. After the coming-of-age ceremony, leave as a teacher and leave on your own."

The tightly clenched fists were loosened and clenched again, the fingertips turned white with force, Jing Xi turned around and looked at the deserted quiet stone road, her deep eyebrows and eyes twitched for a while.

The wind blows and the forest moves, and the young man stands still at the end of the road for a long time like an ancient figurine; until sunset and dusk, there is a soft rustling sound in the distant house, the young man's stiff body finally relaxes, and he takes a deep look into the house After that, he turned and left.

"Jingxi, do you want to leave without dinner?"

"Well, brother, don't worry about it," Jing Xi walked out of the room and came to the main hall with a dark sword on her back. Seeing Yu Lian who was about to eat with a concerned face, she replied patiently, "I'm going to practice at the foot of the mountain tonight. came back."

Yu Lian sighed softly and did not stop her, "Okay, then take care of yourself."

The night outside the house was just right, with a clear moon and a city breeze, Jing Xi walked along the Huanshan Road all the way to the training ground at the foot of the mountain. At this time, most of the disciples went back to their respective houses for dinner, and only two or three were packing their things.

As usual, Jing Xi walked past the crowd with a blank expression, no one came forward to say hello, and he didn't take the initiative to talk to anyone.

In fact, the young man looks very good, but his facial features are too straight and deep, and his dark black pupils are always covered with an indelible chill. When he stares at people coldly, he looks like a wolf looking for food.

Coupled with the various rumors about him that have spread out of nowhere in the past few years, the young man has become an existence that people can't avoid.

Therefore, the women who admired him and the men who were jealous of him did not dare to approach him.

Jing Xi had long been accustomed to the sneaky glances around her, and walked forward calmly.

"...Frost Moon Immortal Venerable really..."

His eyes moved slightly, and the young man suddenly stopped, frowned, and looked back at the two female disciples who were whispering a few steps away.

"What did you say?"

The young man's pupils were full of indifference, his voice was low and cold, and his scrutinizing gaze made people feel chills.

The two female disciples stared and froze on the spot. After a while, they trembled and waved their hands repeatedly, "...it's nothing."

Before Jing Xi could speak, the two fled in a hurry like frightened baby rabbits. Seeing this, the people around them quickly packed up their things and left in a hurry. After a while, the school grounds were empty.

Jing Xi had no choice but to give up, murmured in a low voice, walked through the open space alone with the sword on her back, and after walking for a long time, she came to the lake behind the mountain, where there was a house built of straw in the depths of the forest.

The house is shabby and barely able to sleep. At this moment, he was upset and didn't want to go back. This is a good place to be alone with himself.

Facing the clear lake, she practiced her sword for a while, and when the night cicadas were making noise, her coarse clothes were already wet with sweat; Jing Xi washed herself casually by the gurgling stream, changed into her clothes, and went into the straw hut, lying on a bed made of soft grass. on the mattress.

The exhaustion let the tense nerves relax, Jing Xi only meditated on the bed for a cup of tea, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Falling asleep and falling asleep, he felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, so light that he floated up and flew to the sky. He fell straight into the abyss.

Jing Xi tried desperately to open his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried to rub his eyes, his eyes were still filled with sticky blood, and his ears were filled with screams like ghosts from the underworld.

A pair of hands strangled his neck tightly, and the twisted bones made a sharp friction sound, and it became difficult to breathe instantly.

Fear crawled up her spine, Jing Xi wanted to call for help, but she couldn't make a sound when she opened her mouth.

He didn't know whom to call.

Suddenly, a pair of hands attached to his cheeks, the palms were cold, and a vague and familiar voice sounded intermittently in his ears, calling his name eagerly over and over again:

"Xiaoxi, wake up."

Who is speaking?

"Xiaoxi, wake up! Wake up!"

Who the hell is talking! !

The frequency of that voice is getting higher and higher, and the gradually sharp tone is like a sharp needle piercing the eardrum. The poison buried deep in the body explodes, and Jing Xi is unable to move; It pierced through his body, crushed all the soft meat in the chest cavity, and then pulled it out violently, bringing out a place of rotten flesh.

Jing Xi knelt down on the ground in pain, fisted her hands, and punched the bloody ground vigorously, growling like weeping blood.

Is he dying?

No one will save him, no one will care, he has been nothing but an outcast in this life.

Why... why!

He heard every joint in his body creaking, and every inch of skin was being broken and rebuilt. In desperation, he trembled and stood up again and again, and fell down again.While crawling forward, he seemed to feel a heavy dagger.

Jing Xi clenched the dagger tightly in her palm, and stopped, as if waiting for someone to relax her vigilance, and kept the posture of kneeling on one knee, not moving for a long time.

Suddenly, as if he sensed something, he gritted his teeth, brought all his strength from his waist, pointed the knife forward, and swung his arms to stab forward with all his strength.

After a long time, another color finally appeared in his sight. Jing Xi looked down at the blood on his hands. He was holding a sharp sharp knife tightly in his palm. The back of the knife was glowing with cold light. A round drop of blood gathered at the pointed end, which was precarious.

He is not dead.

He killed.