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

The tip of the young man's warm tongue was a little rough, and it brought a tingling sensation when it slid across his neck.

His pupils shrank, and Ye Ling couldn't help taking a step back, staring at Jing Xi with vigilance and surprise; the young man's face remained unchanged, but there was an incomprehensible smile in his eyes, which made people shudder.

It wasn't the tense and fiery look in Ye Ling's impression, but the young man's red pupils that could not be seen at a glance were full of thick fog.

so unfamiliar.

He spoke with some difficulty, "Which Jingxi are you...?"

"Stand behind me." The young man admired his stunned expression for a while, then lazily sat down on the wooden chair in front of Ye Ling, looked at Yu Lian with raised eyebrows, and smiled contemptuously with raised lips,

"I didn't expect Gu Zhen to come out, I was frightened, huh?"

In a dead silence, Yu Lian's complexion was pale, a third eye slowly appeared on his forehead, and a huge golden-gray tail appeared behind the black cloak.

Jing Xi sneered, looked at the fluffy tail with interest, and said coolly, "It seems that the Nine-tailed Demon King has worked hard to kill orphans."

Standing up slowly, Jing Xi's broad back completely blocked Ye Ling behind, and he could only hear him sarcastically:

"Now you only have one tail left, so you can't do much."

"It's more than enough to kill you."

With a deep sound in his throat, Yu Lian's black hair instantly lengthened, suspended in the air, and passed Jing Xi towards Ye Ling at a speed that could not be detected by the naked eye.

With a turn of Jing Xi's wrist, a shiny black sword came out of thin air, and it circled twice in the air with the thought of the master, quickly cutting off all the hair.

Raising her palm, Jing Xi stared at the sharp sword with a cold light, and chanted a spell in a low voice, with runes hovering around the sword.

With a frown of sword eyebrows, the sword light flashed and stabbed straight at Yu Lian, like a broken bamboo.

Yu Lian easily dodged, her tail stood up, tens of thousands of tail hairs turned into needles, and flew towards Jing Xi like raindrops.

The two were entangled in the room indiscriminately. Suddenly, Yu Lian's eyes turned away, and he didn't know what he saw. His eyes moved, and he lost his fighting spirit inexplicably. He raised his hand and shook the screen behind him, and disappeared from sight in a blink of an eye.

The room was in a mess.

After chasing out the door, Jing Xi stared at the chaos outside the courtyard with heavy eyes, and suddenly there was a rapid and suppressed coughing sound from behind.

The whole person was on the verge of falling, Ye Ling was holding on to the table with his left hand, he was coughing with lowered eyes, and the dark red stars coughed softly, slowly overflowing from between his fingers.

Just now when Jing Xi suddenly summoned the black sword he gave, the very familiar heart disease struck again, as if a hand was holding the heart violently, and the feeling of suffocation ensued.

The young man frowned deeply, whispered to someone, and said impatiently, "...I know, stop talking nonsense."

Then he waved his hand to find the black sword, and without any hesitation, he slashed deeply on his wrist, and the knife saw blood.

Ye Ling's eyes widened in disbelief, "You're crazy!"

"Gu's strength is too strong, and the breath in your body is out of balance for a while." The young man glanced at the bleeding wrist nonchalantly, looked at Ye Ling whose chest was heaving rapidly, and frowned, "Don't rush out, let's rest for a while. "

After finishing speaking, he strode over, and without any explanation, he lifted Ye Ling with one hand, as if he was holding a three-year-old child, and put him on the bed effortlessly, then turned around and took a piece of clean clothes, and put it in Ye Ling's hand .

Ye Ling calmed down slightly, looked at the young man vigilantly, and asked where Jing Xi had gone.

"The trash who asked for Gu? His consciousness was swallowed by Gu."

"So Master, you'd better be more obedient." The young man raised his eyebrows and smiled, resting his head on his right hand, looking at Ye Ling with a half-smile, "If Gu is in a good mood, he can live a few more days."

The body was groggy, Ye Ling changed her clothes, and soon fell asleep on the couch.

After an unknown amount of time passed, the sense of taste was awakened by a tantalizing aroma, and Ye Ling stood up, just in time to see Jing Xi bring the food into the room.

Seeing that he had woken up, the young man picked up some of the dishes with chopsticks and came to Ye Ling's bedside with the wooden bowl.

A simple and clear command: "Eat."

It was because of her weakness that Ye Ling didn't want to argue, so she obediently took a bite, and after chewing, she was slightly stunned.

this taste...

"This is what you did..."

"In the past, when Yu Lian brought it up, Master didn't always eat it well," the young man looked worried, and his voice was low and cold, "What's the matter? You can't eat it if you cook it alone?"

Ye Ling shook his head slightly, took the initiative to take the bowl and chopsticks and ate two mouthfuls. His mind was full of images of himself telling Jing Xi not to imitate Yu Lian in the Demon Realm. He couldn't help but feel a little sour, and said with some difficulty:

"Sorry, I didn't know you did it before."

The air froze for a moment, and after a while, the young man hurriedly cleared his throat, got up and left abruptly, and brought a chair back before going out.

The familiar taste quickly spread to the taste buds. Ye Ling ate the rice in small mouthfuls, and after eating all the food in the bowl, he leaned on the bed frame and came to the table with a limp body, picking up the dishes that were still warm in the bowl.

Three dishes and one soup are all his favorite light taste.

But after a while, the young man came in again with a bowl of concoction. Looking at Ye Ling who was beside the round table, he coughed uncomfortably, and then strode over. Just like last time, he directly hugged him onto the bed with one hand.

"drink."

The pitch black concoction smelled extremely bitter, Ye Ling quickly turned his head and resisted silently.

The young man immediately whispered coolly in his ear, "To replenish energy and blood, he added me to boil it for you."

Slightly stunned, after a moment of hesitation, Ye Ling stretched out his hand to take the medicine bowl slowly, gulping down the medicine juice in one gulp, he couldn't help frowning because of the pain.

The fingertips pinched the palm, and before he could put down the medicine bowl, a warm and strong hand directly pulled his wrist, and then pulled it lightly.

The body leaned forward uncontrollably, and then a pair of thin lips gently pressed against his lips.

There was no fiery entanglement, just a light kiss, and Jing Xi immediately ended the kiss, her eyes were deep and thoughtful, "It turns out that Master's lips taste like this."

Immediately, he raised the corners of his lips, as if admiring Ye Ling's expression again, and said softly, "Master, do you still feel bitter now?"

Such a natural movement made Ye Ling feel uncomfortable, raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips, he hesitated, "Don't you think this is strange?"

Although he has a physical relationship with Jing Xi in this life, the person in front of him is not like that; Meng Lang's behavior in the youth just now can be regarded as presumptuous and rude.

"No, I've actually missed Master Xiao for a long time, but at that time I thought he wanted me to die." The young man looked at him with great interest, a faint fire reflected in his red pupils, "I can only kill him first. "

"When the body was exchanged, that trash told me everything." The young man sat down beside the bed, leaning forward a little closer, "I know you are the only master, but you just lost your memory."

The young man's tone is deep and deep, which makes people feel chills;

"So in this life, Master, don't even think about escaping."

"What is Master thinking?"

Hearing the sound, his body paused, Ye Ling moved his back stiffly outwards, and the young man who was close to his body immediately raised his hand, trying to pull him back.

Wearing only a thin undergarment, Ye Ling didn't even bother to put on his shoes, and got out of bed barefoot, looking at the sleepy young man on the bed, with a wary tone.

"Who are you... now."

When falling asleep last night, "Jing Xi" wanted the two of them to share the bed no matter what; under Ye Ling's strong resistance, the two actually "fighted" directly on the bed.

The spiritual power could not be used, and in the end Ye Ling, who was as thin as paper, was locked tightly in his arms and struggled.

However, during the struggle, the skins of the two people, who only had one coat left on their bodies, rubbed against each other tightly, and soon had a physiological/physical/reaction.

Ye Ling, who was originally weak, suddenly regained strength, struggled to jump out of bed with a flushed face, grabbed the pillow at hand, and slammed the young man's head hard.

The young man who "hit the bull's-eye" was motionless and sluggish, the coldness all over his body disappeared, and his eyes returned to clarity after a while, seeing a trace of surprise in Ye Ling's eyes, "Master?"

Ye Ling hesitated and said, "...Jing Xi?"

The young man nodded. He wanted to get up and help Ye Ling, but he glanced down and sat down again, trying to explain the ins and outs of the whole thing to Ye Ling.

"...The disciple doesn't know how to wear it back, but just saw that he was going to be disrespectful to you, so he passed it in a moment of anxiety..."

...

"...Which 'Jing Xi' does Master want me to be?"

The lazy voice interrupted the turbulent thoughts, Ye Ling looked at the young man with dark eyes on the couch, and he had already made up his mind.

He looked up at the chaos outside the window, remembering that the young man came tearing apart the space yesterday, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go out from here later."

Slowly propped up, the young man's chest was wide/open, revealing a large piece of solid muscle; he lazily responded, and vetoed, "You haven't cultivated well, don't go."

Ye Ling was displeased when he heard the words. After a while, he looked at the layers of gauze on the young man's wrist, frowned and guessed, "You...can't you?"

Yesterday's stabbing was almost visible to the bone, if it affected his cultivation——

"no?"

The young man snorted coldly, with a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes, he stretched out his long arm and directly grabbed Ye Ling who was beside the bed, and with a light tug, he made him fall into the soft big bed.

After speaking, he raised his injured left hand, and the young man's palm moved slightly, a crack was torn out in the chaotic sky outside the Xuan window, and a large piece of sunlight poured into the garden.

"Then I'll show Master what it means—"

Ye Ling turned her head slightly, her cool thin lips fell on the young man's lips, and her slender eyelashes were trembling uneasily.

The young man's body was stiff, and he let Ye Ling ask/take without moving.

There was a familiar dead silence.

Sensing the change in the temperament of the young man, Ye Ling breathed a sigh of relief, just about to stand up, but the young man was caught off guard again and fell down again, pressing / on / body / down.

With black hair hanging down, Jing Xi's red eyes were full of anger, and she asked Ye Ling in a low voice:

"Master, how could you kiss him!"

"...I didn't." Ye Ling's cheeks were hot, and she wanted to push her away embarrassingly, but she was clamped even harder, unable to move at all.

Seeing the sunlight in the courtyard gradually thinning, Ye Ling still missed Si Yao Yunxi in his heart, closed his eyes resignedly, wrapped his arms around the young man's neck, and kissed him fiercely again.

"...Now the kiss is always you!"

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