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

He killed.

"!"

The sleeping person on the couch sat up straight like a dead body, panting heavily while clutching the quilt with his fingers; his forehead, cheeks, and even the base of his neck were all covered with bean-sized drops of sweat.

The young man was short of breath, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and he barely calmed down after dozens of deep breaths.

...it turned out to be a nightmare.

Jing Xi got up and changed her clothes, came to the lakeside and squatted down in a trance, took a handful of clear water with both hands and patted his face vigorously, the cool tingling sensation made him wake up a lot.

The fiery red sun slowly emerges from the sky through the dense morning clouds and slant down through the dense branches and leaves, leaving golden spots at the feet.

Jing Xi was about to leave with her sword on her back, when there was a loud noise in the distance, when she looked up, she saw Deng Yan leading a group of disciples passing by the side of the road, talking with a playful smile.

There was a sharp-eyed person walking in the front, and out of the corner of his eye, he locked onto Jing Xi who was not far away, and exclaimed, "Boss! Isn't this Jing Xi!"

Hearing the sound, Deng Yan turned his head to look over and saw that it was really Jing Xi. He waved his hands and walked to Jing Xi's side with dog legs. He crossed his arms and folded his arms. He grinned and said mockingly: "Oh, this is not Jing Xi, the closed disciple of Immortal Frost Moon. Xi?"

Jing Xi looked coldly at this group of clown-like mobs.

The sharp-eyed boy jumped in front of Jing Xi, arched his mouth in disbelief, bared his teeth and clawed and said, "What are you looking like, you white-eyed wolf?"

The man with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks was still chattering, the cold light in Jing Xi's eyes flickered, the evil spirit around him secretly surged, the palm turned slightly, and the black iron sword weighing a hundred catties pointed directly at the tip of the young man's throat in the blink of an eye. throat.

This set of movements was so smooth and smooth that it was too late for everyone to react. Several people looked at each other and no one dared to step forward. In the end, Deng Yan's face was blue and his neck was stuck and he roared, "Shuangyue Immortal saved your life, but you killed it instead!" He, what's wrong with calling you 'white-eyed wolf'?"

Jing Xi frowned, and asked coolly at the beginning of the film, "When did I ever hurt Master?"

Deng Yan sneered, "What are you pretending to be, Immortal Frost Moon should be being whipped for you at this time, it's ironic, I've heard that the apprentice was punished for the master, it's the first time that the master was punished for the apprentice... ..."

Before he could finish speaking, the tall and straight young man had long since disappeared. Only the young man who had been pointed at by the sword just now sat slumped on the ground, his eyes full of lingering fear.

Snapped!

"81, 82...Elder Ning Leng really dares to be cruel..."

"What do you know, the power of this soul-devouring whip is that it can attack according to the cultivation level of the punished, and Elder Ning Ling can't control it at all."

Watching a young man in the stage hiss, he seemed to empathize with him, "With my cultivation level, I was only punished with fifty lashes last time and I was raised for half a month. If the cultivation level of Shuangyue Immortal..."

"Yes," the older disciple beside the young man nodded, looking worriedly at the figure in the middle of the high platform, "Looking at the entire Xuanqing Sect, apart from the sect and the master who hid in the mountains, even Immortal Queluo and the law enforcement elders, they are all invincible. No one dares to claim that his cultivation is a head higher than that of Shuangyue Xianzun."

"This time, Elder Ning Leng really punished him severely."

Different from the whispers in the viewing platform, there was a dead silence on the high platform, and the soft iron whip hanging high in the air pierced the void time and time again, hitting the thin and thin man in the center, making a crisp sound.

The man was dressed in white and knelt on the cold hard stone slab, Ren Tiebian dyed his back a bright red, his long eyelashes were still slightly drooping, his brows were slightly frowned, and his expression was very calm, but his face was as pale as paper, and there was a smear of scarlet around his lips. dazzling.

Bai Xuan gripped the handle of the wooden chair tightly with both hands, the veins in the corners of his eyes twitched, he was restless and urgently urged, "Brother, it's almost done!"

The sound of the whipping became more and more severe, and Ning Leng beside him was also covered in sweat, and he quickly explained, "This soul-eating whip will not stop until the order is completed. Ye Ling insists on taking it himself. What can I do!"

"98, 99... one hundred!"

The iron whip flew back to Ning Ling's hand, and there was a commotion in the crowd immediately, and a handsome young man rushed forward impatiently.

"Master, are you alright?"

Ye Ling shook his head weakly, his back was burning with pain, his throat was so dry that he couldn't speak.

He didn't want to look embarrassed, pushed away Yu Lian's extended hand, gritted his teeth and stood up, the foreground was shaky, and his whole body was also on the verge of falling, so he pinched his thigh severely.

It's embarrassing enough to be beaten in front of everyone, but if you can't even stand up, it's really embarrassing and embarrassing.

Yu Lian didn't dare to look at Ye Ling's bloody back, and worriedly reconfirmed, "Master, I really don't need disciples..."

"No need." Ye Ling refused with difficulty, straightened her back and looked forward, her eyes were cold, she confronted the man holding the iron whip silently on the high platform.

A gust of mountain wind blew in, and Ye Ling's light blue plain dress was covered with a white gauze dress, her hair fluttering with the wind, her thin figure was outlined by the swinging hem of the clothes, revealing a slender neck as white as porcelain.

The man's elegant and beautiful face lost its color, but it was still as dusty as ever, not allowing the slightest stain.

The crowd stared blankly at the man in dancing clothes in the center of the venue, and suddenly realized that even though he had hardly shown himself in the past three years, he was still the proud son of Xuan Qingzong who was once in a century.

At this time, Ning Leng's heart was full of mixed feelings, and there was a look of annoyance in his eyes, but both eyes were looking at him helplessly, so he could only say, "The punishment ends here, Ye... Shuangyue Xianzun can leave on his own." go."

Ye Ling turned around and left.

The crowd stepped aside to make way for a sidewalk.

"Xiao Ling!" Bai Xuan immediately chased after him, seeing Ye Ling suddenly stop, frowning and looking at him sideways, his brows frowned.

"Jing Xi, when did you come?" Ye Ling asked softly. At this moment, he felt dizzy, but this body seemed to be connected to Jing Xi. Even though he never deviated from his line of sight, someone in his brain knew Jing Xi was among the crowd.

There was an immediate commotion among the crowd.

The young man hoarsely called "Master" and then stopped talking and didn't move. Ye Ling didn't know how to answer, so he had no choice but to find something to say, "Is the injury better?"

"......Better."

"That's very good, let's go back to Qingyun Peak with the teacher." Ye Ling nodded, and turned to Bai Xuan with a slight smile, "Third Brother, just send it here, don't worry."

Ye Ling held on all the way, and finally vomited a mouthful of blood the moment he entered the room, and fell down.

Yu Lian's expression changed, and he wanted to run forward to help him, but Jing Xi seemed to be ready for a long time. The moment Ye Ling fell down, he strode forward to hold him firmly, his brows tightened, but he didn't No surprise was shown.

Ye Ling struggled subconsciously, but was tightened by Jing Xi's ring; the young man's strong and powerful forearm was firmly supported by his waist, and the blue veins protruded faintly, which were very obvious under the cold white skin.

The young man lowered his eyes, helped him onto the bed, and then immediately stepped aside.

Before he could speak, he only heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and Bai Xuan hurriedly pushed the door in. Seeing the blood on the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"At that time, I felt something was wrong when I saw your face. It's a good thing to vomit this blood. I'm most afraid that I will become ill after a long time." Bai Xuan came to the bed and sat down, watching Ye Ling's body trembling slightly, reaching out to fish Passing over the quilt, avoiding the wound on the back, and wrapping around Ye Ling's body.

Ye Ling raised her eyes to look at Bai Xuan, then lowered them again. After repeating several times, she whispered, "...don't sit on my bed."

He has cleanliness.

A helpless expression appeared on the man's face, Bai Xuan raised his hands high and got up from the bed, ordered Yu Lian to take out all the wound medicines, and said without looking back, "Turn around, I'll apply the medicine for you."

"No need!" The words of refusal blurted out, Ye Ling immediately wrapped the quilt tightly, the cloth rubbed against the wound, and the tingling pain spread all over his body like an electric current, his face turned pale from the pain, and he could only finish by gritting his teeth, "I don't want to take medicine, I...I want to take a medicinal bath."

Bai Xuan frowned in disapproval, "But the medicinal effect of the medicinal bath is far less than..."

"I'm a doctor, so I know it well," Ye Ling interrupted aloud, turned to look at the two apprentices waiting for orders, and said without hesitation, "Yu Lian, go prepare the medicinal bath."

After a pause after speaking, Ye Ling managed to squeeze out a smile, and said softly to Jing Xi, "Jing Xi, it's okay here, you can go back first."

"Yes, Master."

"Xiaoling, it's okay not to apply the medicine, but it's okay to let the second brother look at the wound." Bai Xuan stood in front of the bed with his hands behind his back, his brows were full of worry, and seeing Ye Ling's appearance of refusing to die, He flicked his sleeve angrily, "Why are you so stubborn!"

Under the quilt, Ye Ling hugged her knees with her hands, and wrapped the quilt tightly around her chest with her fingertips. Finally, she simply closed her eyes and turned around, leaving only the back of her stubborn head.

The two faced each other silently in the room, but after a long time, Yu Lian said outside the door, "Master, the medicinal bath is ready."

Ye Ling said hello, wrapped in the quilt with one hand, stood up while holding the door frame with the other, cleared his throat, and deliberately softened his voice, prolonging the ending: "Third brother, I'm really fine, just let me take a medicinal bath .”

It's shameful to act like a baby, as long as it works.

Bai Xuan's cheeks blushed, he tilted his head unnaturally, coughed lightly, frowned, and said sternly, but his tone was not powerful, "Don't be an example, do you hear me?"

Nodding obediently, Ye Ling was wrapped in a quilt like a rice dumpling, and was supported by Bai Xuan all the way to a huge bathroom behind the side room. The wooden pool was inlaid into the floor. At this time, it was filled with boiling water, steaming, and several medicinal herbs were floating on the water surface. There is a slight smell of medicine in the air.

After Ye Ling coaxed Bai Xuan away, he breathed a sigh of relief, loosened his hands, and the silk fell to the ground.

His back was still hurting, but after vomiting blood, his breathing was much easier. Ye Ling took off the gauze clothes, raised his hands to hang them on the wooden frame, and lowered his head to untie his underwear.

Fingers nimbly tore off the belt, and the light blue clothes slipped down to her feet. Ye Ling looked down, sighed silently, walked to the pool, stretched out her toes tentatively to test the temperature, followed by ankles, thighs , waist, chest...

Although Yu Lian's innate talent and cultivation base are not as good as Jing Xi's, she has learned other skills very well, especially medical skills, and she has a faint tendency to be better than blue.

Ye Ling submerged his whole body into the pool, and cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead; amidst the steaming mist, he leaned against the wall of the pool, his face pale, his hands submerged in the water were grasping in vain, his feet were immobile as if filled with lead.

There was a fiery burning sensation on the front and back of his chest, as if thousands of worms were attached to countless wounds, desperately sucking his rotting blood, trying to squeeze him dry.

Familiar pain swept over his whole body, Ye Ling curled up in the water, soaked in a pool of hot water, but it was like being in an ice cave, his teeth were trembling uncontrollably, cold sweat wet the strands of hair on his forehead, Messy and chaotic glued to the jawline.

The tinnitus sounded again, and the buzzing sound was rushing around in my mind. New injuries added to old illnesses. Ye Ling was already a little delirious from the pain. His eyes were red and his eyelashes were trembling violently. Knowing that there was no one around, he finally couldn't help crying speak out.

In a trance, hurried footsteps sounded, the wooden door outside the house was pushed open with a creak, and a tall figure broke in.

While Yu Lian was brewing medicine outside, Jing Xi kept guarding outside the door. Through the door panel, she could faintly hear the oppressive and painful moans. Before her brain had time to think about it, her body broke in first.

The house was filled with mist, and Ye Ling's body in the wide pool was/none/inch/thread, most of her body was submerged in the water, only her graceful neck and a clearly visible straight collarbone were exposed, and her black hair was scattered, spreading in the blood-stained pool.

Seeing him barging in for no reason, Ye Ling, who had a painful expression in the pool, froze, his shoulders were still trembling slightly, and when he raised his head, he slashed at him mercilessly with cold eyes.

Just as Jing Xi was about to explain, the man's pupils shrank slightly when he looked at him, and then his face was frightened——

He quickly raised his hands and tightly covered his chest.

Jing Xi:?