The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

Faintly aware of something, all the demon cultivators on the street cast their gazes, and when they saw the people with their heads buried in Shen Liuxiang's neck and shoulders, their expressions collectively changed.

In the blink of an eye, half a street of demon repairmen smeared oil on their feet and ran away with a very quick reaction. Centered on the three of them, the surrounding area was swept away, and the wine bowls and porcelain plates were broken all over the floor.

Xu Xingchen pressed the sword on the table with a "slap", and said coldly, "Use spiritual power to neutralize the alcohol, don't say you can't, don't pretend to be drunk to take advantage."

After taking a sip of the wine, he poured it on Shen Liuxiang, and even said some teasing things.

Who are you kidding?

Shen Liuxiang sniffed the smell of alcohol, frowned, and put his fair and slender fingers on Zhou Xuanlan's forehead, feeling a thin layer of sweat.

He remembered that Zhou Xuanlan used to drink normally, and there was nothing wrong with it. Such appearance, could possibly be due to his doppelgänger.

"Can the avatar drink?"

Xu Xingchen's eyes widened. This is actually a clone? !

Realizing that the other party might be really drunk, he let go of his domineering manner, "I don't know either."

Ever since, the two sober people on the wine table looked at each other, both at a loss.

At this time, the man who smelled of alcohol raised his head, his eyelids were slightly pressed, and he touched Shen Liuxiang's cheek with his hand, and said in a cold voice, "Master, don't talk to others."

Hearing this, Xu Xingchen frowned.

"Why?"

As the voice fell, the night wind on the street became stronger, knocking against the tables and chairs all around.

The scarlet moonlight fell on Zhou Xuanlan.

He raised his eyelids in displeasure, a tinge of blood appeared in his black eyes, and his thin lips curled up in a cold arc, "You want to find..."

Before the word "death" was uttered, his mouth was covered with cool hands.

"Shhh, you have to look drunk when you're drunk, don't talk."

Shen Liuxiang was worried that the two would fight later, so he said to Xu Xingchen, "Go back to Juanyun Pavilion first, and I'll send him off—"

Before he finished speaking, the palm of his hand was licked, causing a burst of numbness.

"What happened to you?"

Xu Xingchen noticed that his expression froze.

Shen Liuxiang's ears turned red, "It's nothing, you go back first."

Xu Xingchen thought for a while, got up and put away the sword, "In this case, you send him back, I will wander around the street for a while, Xing Lian is curious about the blood moon in the demon world, I will read more, so I can tell her when I go back."

Shen Liuxiang nodded, watched him leave, let go, and met Zhou Xuanlan's eyes.

"What are you licking my hand for?!"

Zhou Xuanlan opened his blood-colored eyes with a blank expression: "Can't you lick your hands?"

Shen Liuxiang's words of reprimand came to his lips, seeing his bewildered look, he said helplessly: "It can't be like this."

Drink some wine, how stupid people are.

He looked around, but there was no shadow of a demon, the street was empty, and all the demon cultivators hid in the dark and observed silently.

"..."

Didn't his eyes turn red, why are he so afraid of his apprentice?

Shen Liuxiang pursed his lips slightly, turned his head, saw a handsome face that was constantly enlarged, his heart skipped a beat, and he was relieved until Zhou Xuanlan's temple hair brushed against his cheek.

Xu Shi couldn't stand firmly, so he had to lean on him.

Shen Liuxiang raised his hand to support him, and was about to speak when he felt a burst of heat in his ear.

He froze and opened his eyes wide.

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes fell on Bai Nen's earlobe, his thin lips parted slightly, and he licked it tentatively. He felt his body trembling slightly in his arms, and his eyes instantly became dark.

As if teasing, he licked again.

The white and soft flesh was dyed bright red in the blink of an eye, as if about to drip blood, falling into the eyes, revealing an indescribably seductive gesture.

Zhou Xuanlan breathed heavily, and was about to continue tasting, when his head was pinned and pushed away mercilessly.

He frowned, and looked displeasedly at the person who disturbed Yaxing. Seeing that the other party's phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, a slight chill radiated from his handsome face, and his aura suddenly weakened a little.

"...not licking hands."

Shen Liuxiang's ears were hot, and he laughed angrily.

Taking advantage of the loophole, he said this quite confidently. He rubbed the space between his brows and thought about it. He couldn't beat or scold him, so he couldn't be bothered to argue with the drunk.

"You are a black dragon, not a puppy, you are not allowed to lick people."

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes fell on his red ears, although he was extremely reluctant, but when the master opened his mouth, he nodded obediently, "Okay."

Shen Liuxiang breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he could understand and communicate well.

"I'll take you back to cross the spirit."

Zhou Xuanlan raised his eyebrows, held his wrist, and the spiritual energy gathered around him, leading him to disappear in place.

The moonlight shines through the window, reflecting a red mist on the large desk. There is a sudden noise in the room that has been silent for a long time.

Shen Liuxiang landed on the bed, his body embedded in the soft quilt, before he could react, his wrist was clasped, and his hot breath sprayed between his lips.

Zhou Xuanlan kissed her without thinking.

Shen Liuxiang opened his big phoenix eyes, struggled violently, pinched his fingers to release the restraint, and pushed away the person who was pressing on him.

Zhou Xuanlan remained motionless, looking down at the person in his arms.

The young man's girdle was loose, his satin-like black hair was messily scattered on the pillow, his phoenix eyes showed a bit of panic, he was panting slightly, and the lips he had just kissed were moist and shiny.

His voice was slightly hoarse: "Master, don't move."

Shen Liuxiang almost kicked him away, but the remaining reason made him calm down a little, and he said in a trembling voice: "Explain, I will give you a chance to explain, otherwise I will be impolite."

It was fine before, why suddenly it looks like a wolf.

Zhou Xuanlan's slender finger landed on the corner of his lips, and rubbed it, "Didn't Master say to cross my soul for me, in fact, this is the best way."

After that, he lowered his head and touched lightly, taking away a little spiritual power from Shen Liuxiang.

"like this."

"..."

Shen Liuxiang had bulging veins on his forehead. He was worried that he would hurt someone if he did it before, but if he didn't do it now, he would lose all his advantages.

He summoned his spiritual power, and [-]% of it hit Zhou Xuanlan's shoulder.

The bed moved slightly.

Zhou Xuanlan turned a deaf ear, untied his loose headband, inserted five fingers into the soft black hair, pressed the back of his head and forcibly snatched the air between his teeth.

Shen Liuxiang immediately stopped holding back his hand, and struck with [-]% of his spiritual power.

Seventy percent of the power of a cultivator in the Transformation God Realm was enough to shake the world, but when it fell on Zhou Xuanlan, he only paused for a moment, let out a muffled grunt, and looked at Shen Liuxiang helplessly, as if he didn't understand why he hit him.

Shen Liuxiang was horrified.

Even with Zhou Xuanlan's real body here, there is absolutely no way he would react like this!

He stared intently, and suddenly found a layer of light red light surrounding Zhou Xuanlan, which was very similar to the moonlight outside.

With a tentative blow, the moment the palm touched the red light, the spiritual power contained in it was transferred.

Shen Liuxiang gasped, and in a blink of an eye, he understood why the emperor said that in the night of the blood moon, the big monster was invincible.

This, this is cheating!It's cheating! !

bully! ! !

Shen Liuxiang's eyes turned red.

Seeing that the corners of his eyes were red, Zhou Xuanlan relaxed a little, "Is Master crying?"

Hearing this, Shen Liuxiang was about to sneer.

What kind of big storm has never been seen before, just want to scare him to tears?

But after thinking about it, the corners of his lips curved down in a cold arc.

His black eyelashes trembled slightly, his nose shrugged, his cheeks were half buried in the soft pillow, and a weeping sound escaped from his lips, "I don't want to cross the spirit anymore, let me go."

... After the blood moon is over, he must let the avatar know what regret is!

Zhou Xuanlan's expression was flustered, and he immediately let go of him.

Seeing that it was useful, Shen Liuxiang quickly sat up from the bed, lifted the sand curtain with trembling hands, and was about to get out of bed and run away.

"Wait, Master." Zhou Xuanlan grabbed him.

Shen Liuxiang froze all over, and looked back pitifully, wanting to cry.

"what?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "The disciple hasn't returned the spiritual power to you yet."

"I don't lack that...well."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Liuxiang was grabbed by the waist and fished back.

The moonlight by the window grew thicker, and after an unknown amount of time, Shen Liuxiang was finally let go.

He turned his head sideways, panting heavily, his outer robe was thrown on the ground at some point, his whole body was only wearing a loose inner garment, his black hair was messily scattered on the bed, his lips seemed to be stained with blood, and the corners of his eyes were bright red.

Zhou Xuanlan's eyelids lowered, covering a deep space.

He originally intended to return the master's spiritual power, but he never thought that after tasting the taste, he couldn't control himself, and it was already the case when he recovered.

The drunkenness disappeared unconsciously, but the desire in my heart became more and more unbridled, until seeing the frosty face, the chaotic consciousness was poured like cold water, and I was completely awake.

No, what did he do!

Shen Liuxiang sat up, pointed at the edge of the bed thinly and long, with no emotion in his tone.

"Now that you're awake, bring me the storage bag."

The storage bag fell to the ground together with the robe. Zhou Xuanlan picked it up, not daring to go to bed again, and handed it to Shen Liuxiang with both hands.

"The disciple knows his mistake... Master punish me."

Without saying a word, Shen Liuxiang untied the storage bag, reached in, and took out a light blue jade slip in a moment.

Spiritual power was input, and there was some movement inside immediately, the sound of howling wind, rumbling and collapsing, all mixed together seemed particularly chaotic.

But Zhou Xuanlan's voice was soft, and there was a slight smile, "It's time to be ugly, Master hasn't rested yet."

Shen Liuxiang glanced at the person beside the bed, and the corners of his lips curled into a cool arc.

After a while, he took a small breath and yelled at Yujian to complain: "Zhou Xuanlan! Zhou Xuanlan! Your clone is going to rebel!!"

The other end of the jade slip fell into an inexplicable silence.

Zhou Xuanlan's face turned pale, he was at a loss, "It's not... I... Master..."