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

Yunxi narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes showed a dangerous breath, and repeated, "Duowu?"

Nodding slightly, Qingqiu told him that the demonic aura in Si Yao's body should have been dormant for a while, but it was because of the concealment that even he himself hadn't noticed it.

Yunxi asked him what the solution was, the silver-haired man was silent for a long while and just shook his head; with the degree of concealment of this aura, the cultivation level of the master of spiritual consciousness must be unpredictable; likely to be damaged at the same time.

So now he can only rely on Si Yao himself, all the rest can do is wait.

After pondering for a moment, Yunxi slowly raised his head and asked calmly, "If the physical body is completely destroyed, what will happen to the spiritual consciousness in the body?"

"If a suitable replacement body can be found in a short period of time, the spiritual consciousness will not be damaged." Qingqiu frowned slightly, as if a little puzzled, "but then the original body can no longer be used."

"Pack up your things, we need to get to the palace before dark."

Yunxi bent down to pick up the jade pendant from the table, took out a jade slip for communication from her arms, turned around and handed it to the confused Lan Xi, and ordered,

"From now on, you don't have to do anything, just stay by Shizun's side every step of the way; if he wakes up or has any reactions, please notify me as soon as possible."

At the same time, the impetuous Ye Ling in the inn is ups and downs in love/desire.

Her body became soft and hot uncontrollably, and her head was drowsy. Ye Ling clearly realized that she wanted to be touched and cherished at this moment, but the buzzing voices in her ears were beating her eardrums again and again, bringing sharp The tingling sensation prevented him from fully indulging in love/desire.

"...I would rather you hadn't saved me..."

Who is speaking?

"Master...Ye Ling!"

In a daze, Ye Ling felt that someone was holding on to his shoulder, so he gritted his teeth and tried, but he was still unable to break free.

His vision was disturbed, and under the scorching heat, he suddenly couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality.

Fragmented memory fragments flooded into his brain, and they were stuffed into his mind like crazy; Ye Ling saw that he rescued Jing Xi with a green face from the fire scene, and saw that he insisted on bringing Jing Xi back to the Xuanqing Sect, but because of the old Sect Master's words, Opposition knelt outside the door for three whole days, and saw Yu Lian Jingxi, who was kneeling behind him together, being repelled by him.

He even saw Jing Xi, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, with a high fever, not eating or drinking, staying in front of the couch. When he came out of the house for the first time half a month later, he was faced with Yu Lian's delicate and angry face. With a flushed face, he told him the gossip outside, but he dismissed it coldly.

That was the first time he saw the gentle and refined boy lose control of his emotions, and it was also the only time in those years.

"It's been said outside that Master has no intention of cultivating," the young man asked him in a youthful and crisp voice, as if regretting, "Why doesn't Master cherish his reputation so much?"

At that time, Ye Ling answered like this: "I have a clear conscience, why should I care about these things."

The picture disappeared unexpectedly, and Ye Ling felt the chill around him. He shook his body and opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he was soaking in a basin of ice water with a fist-sized ice cube floating in his hand.

His teeth were trembling uncontrollably, but his naked skin was an ambiguous crimson.

It was dark in front of his eyes, and the tall boy in front of him bent down, passed his arms through his legs and back, and hugged him firmly with a bend of his arms; he used his spiritual power to dry the dripping water Dry, the young man picked up the back towel and wrapped him up, and put Ye Ling on the bed, his eyes darkened.

Her body was still trembling slightly, but Ye Ling raised her head and met Shang Jingxi's eyes directly.

Leaning down, the young man pinched his chin, forced him to lean back, and asked coolly, "Master, did you remember something?"

There was no carelessness in the red eyes, and Ye Ling sensed a hint of danger from his slightly squinted eyes; he barely straightened up, leaned his back on the bed frame, and said calmly, "What do you want to ask?"

"You remember it all, don't you?"

The two were very close, and the young man's lips were covering Ye Ling's ears, trying to use the disparity in stature to bring some pressure, and the posture of looking down from top to bottom forced Ye Ling back without a way.

The delicate fragrance of bamboo slowly diffused in the room, and Ye Ling breathed out silently, and the two almost touched the tip of their noses; he straightened up little by little, with an expression of incomparable tranquility on his crimson face.

He asked back very softly, with a calm tone, "Jing Xi, what are you afraid of?"

The initiative was reversed in an instant, and the young man didn't seem to have expected Ye Ling's reaction, his expression froze for a moment, his eyes flashed, and he turned and left the room.

Seeing Jing Xi's rapidly disappearing back, Ye Ling softened her body again, lay down with a blushing face, curled herself up in the silk quilt, and panted lightly.

His head was still hurting sharply, and as long as he closed his eyes, the fragmented memory would reappear; Ye Ling was even more puzzled when he thought of the tense look on the young man's face just now.

Fortunately, the demons only had one day of estrus, and the two of them were ready to go in the early morning of the second day, but they rushed back to the demon realm at noon.

During this period, Ye Ling used the jade slips to try to contact Si Yao several times, but he never got any feedback, so he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

In contrast, Jing Xi, who was walking all the way, didn't respond, her expression was indifferent, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

During the kneeling and saluting of people all the way, the two came to the center of the main hall, and learned from the right protector that Ayou and Si Yao had left the demon clan respectively; as for where they went, it was beyond the control of the right protector.

Apart from these, it is worth mentioning that the long-disappeared Demon Emperor's forces have made a comeback. Thousands of people made a big noise in front of the gate of the Demon Realm before leaving quickly.

Guardian Right snorted disdainfully, "These defeated soldiers are really worthless. They were defeated without even touching the door knocker of the city gate. They are simply vulnerable."

Frowning, Jing Xi suddenly looked at Protector You, and asked him where the Blood Fiend Grass was brought back from the top of the sky.

Dazed for a moment, the man reported the general location, and then hesitantly said, "That is the private territory of the Lord, and the minister cannot enter without the consent of the Lord."

"Take me there."

Passing through the main hall, the middle-aged man led the two of them to a forbidden place in the Demon Realm. During the process, they passed a dangling iron chain bridge, and there was a raging dark red lava rolling under their feet.

Ye Ling said softly, "...the blood pool."

"The formation has been activated." Jing Xi just glanced down, put his arms around Ye Ling's waist, and easily crossed the cable bridge with a little toe, and stopped in front of a three-story attic.

Lifting his palm, the moss-covered iron door in front of him slowly opened, and what greeted his eyes was a room full of rare treasures, each placed in a square embedded in the wall.

Jing Xi came to the house first, faced tens of thousands of squares, took two steps forward without hesitation, picked up the black box in a certain square on the upper left, and opened it.

Unsurprisingly, it was empty.

"Yu Lian has come."

The young man turned around, showed the empty box to Ye Ling, and continued to calmly say, "He took the blood evil grass away, and then activated the formation."

Thinking of the words Yu Lian yelled at him in front of the city gate on the day of the breakup, Ye Ling felt very contradictory, and asked with some doubts, "What exactly is he trying to do?"

"Master's spiritual consciousness is temporarily protected by the soul lamp, but it is still damaged." Jing Xi looked at the dark tide in the blood pool. "He probably created this world to supplement your spiritual consciousness, and then destroy the world."

"Destroyed?"

"Yes, destroy," Jing Xi nodded, "Your original spiritual consciousness has been separated from your body for too long, and you can't fully integrate into the original body; so Yu Lian created another parallel world, and forcibly removed your spiritual consciousness at a certain time. Injected into the flesh of this life."

"Although the spiritual knowledge is still damaged and your memory is correspondingly incomplete, Yu Lian has a chance to redeem it by replenishing the spiritual knowledge."

"As long as he replenishes his spiritual knowledge, you will be able to return to that world completely with the aura of the previous life."

Ye Ling frowned, feeling increasingly uneasy, "What about this world?"

"I don't know, but according to Yu Lian's personality, this world should disappear with your departure," Jing Xi remained calm, "He said,"

"When you die, we all have to pay the price."

Ye Ling thought of Yu Lian in that hut, when he talked about killing, he had a calm expression on his face.

Therefore, apart from Ye Ling, Yu Lian didn't regard this world as a real world from the very beginning; from the perspective of the founder, he treated everyone as pawns for his wanton squandering, and threw them away when they were used up.

So at the gate of the city, he reprimanded Jing Xi for ruining Ye Ling's reputation, and now he does the same thing in reverse, but he is disgusted with the "betrayal" of these chess pieces and wants to throw them away.

As he said, Ye Ling's death in his previous life and the injustice he suffered in his previous life, even in the "false" time and space he created, everyone has to pay the price one by one.

No one escaped.

"It really looks like..."

In the resplendent and resplendent hall, Qingyu, the current saint, stared at Yunxi intently, and couldn't help sighing again; he took a step forward and the young man took a step back. After a moment of confrontation, the man was the first to lose, and sighed,

"Your facial features are somewhat similar to Ah Liang's."

Yun Xi lowered his eyes and said coldly, "How long will it take to be canonized?"

"The imperial decree has been promulgated, and the canonization ceremony will be held in a few days." The man smiled bitterly, as if in a pleading tone, "Stay here tonight and have dinner with me and my second brother."

Qingqiu also cast expectant eyes at him.

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, and he sneered, "Don't you think it's ridiculous to make such a pretentious confession after completely using someone?"

Too lazy to look at the embarrassing and stiff expressions of the two, Yunxi turned around and left without saying a word.

"It's a mistake to miss it, and it's too cheap to make up for it and owe it late."

After the group arrived at the palace, they settled Siyao in a side hall. According to Yunxi's order, Lanxi stayed by Siyao's bed every step of the way. When the sun set, Yunxi finally returned from the main hall.

Seeing Yun Xi striding forward, Lan Xi seemed to be grabbing the last straw, trotted to meet her, and hurriedly asked, "Brother, the suzerain is still awake..."

Yun Xi hummed calmly, and told Lan Xi to go back to rest, he will come to watch the night tonight.

The young man glanced into the room worriedly, and asked timidly, what would happen if Siyao never woke up.

"No," Yun Xi replied in a low voice with the same calm tone, and he didn't know who he was speaking to, "He said he would wait for me to come back."

"He won't lie to me."

After sending Lanxi away, Yunxi stood in the silent room for a while, boiled a pot of hot water himself, and wiped every part of Si Yao's body clean in this seemingly endless night.

At last he put on new clothes for the two of them contentedly, then lay down beside the man, and blew out the only row of candles left beside the bed.