When the villain picks up the script

Xiao Jing was hugging the little master at this moment, and didn't hear what the other party was saying at all. The little master was wearing a delicate purple gold crown, and one or two mischievous strands of hair fell down, gently brushing his neck, sweeping Xiao Shizun's eyes. Jing Xin scratched her head like a feather, and didn't want to put him down at all.

Even Xiao Jing didn't know which direction he was going at all, he only thought about where it would be better to put the little master.

He has seen many kinds of masters, most of them are cruel and ruthless, but he has never seen such a cute little master, which makes people want to protect and treasure.

Wen Qinglan felt something was wrong while talking, he looked up at his apprentice, although Xiao Jing's face was ferocious and no expression could be seen, but after all, Wen Qinglan brought him up, so he quickly discovered that Xiao Jing was absent-minded.

Frowning, Wen Qinglan pinched his fingers and struck Xiao Jing's head with a thunderbolt. Although the opponent was out of his wits, his body instincts were still there. The thunderbolt shattered Xiao Jing's protective essence, but Xiao Jing was also awake.

Seeing that the apprentice finally came back to his senses, Wen Qinglan reprimanded with a cold face: "What are you thinking!"

I am thinking of you, Master!

But Xiao Jing didn't dare to say these words for the time being, he understood the master's temper, if he offended the other party, the little master would never let him hug him, so he only thought about it in his heart, as if he was ashamed bow your head.

Naturally, Wen Qinglan didn't know his apprentice's thoughts, just like Xiao Jing knew him, if he knew Xiao Jing's thoughts, he might jump out of Xiao Jing's arms right away, and give this disrespectful apprentice a good lesson.

But there are obviously more important things to deal with, and the small world of fantasy in Tianzong Hall of Mystery Mirror left him with no time to think.

Yes, Wen Qinglan can be sure that this is the small fantasy world formed by the Mysterious Mirror Tianzong Hall. Stepping into these small worlds, one will be suppressed in cultivation, and may even be assimilated by the small world of fantasy.

Since the two of them stepped into the black crystal mirror, they have been walking on the yellow sand road with no horizon, up and down, and they don't know how long they walked, but they unexpectedly got out of a cave.

As soon as they got out of the cave, there were voices coming from far and near. It was dark at this time, and the torches were buzzing outside. The two of them had just arrived outside from the dark cave, and before they could react, the buzzing torches rushed over.

"Xiao Shizi, Xiao Shizi, the old slave finally found you." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi who was not old, about 40 years old, with gray temples, bulging temples, and mediocre facial features. She looked at Wen Qinglan with tears in her eyes.

Standing next to him was a slightly handsome martial artist. This martial artist was a bit mean, and his inner eyes looked a little sinister. You."

As he spoke, he looked at Xiao Jing who was beside him, and said angrily: "It's this evil slave who coaxed you away and caused you to suffer so much. This low slave, wait for your subordinates to teach him a lesson!"

The martial artist said as he held the whip and whipped it towards Xiao Jing's head, Xiao Jing couldn't dodge for a while, but was caught straight by the whip, his eyes darkened, and a smear of blood flashed across his eyes.

"You reckless man, don't hurt the little prince!" The middle-aged man screamed, snatching Wen Qinglan from Xiao Jing's hand, the strange thing is, neither Xiao Jing nor Wen Qinglan reacted.

Wen Qinglan originally planned to stretch out his hand to resist, but suddenly encountered this situation, he put down his hand and carefully looked at the middle-aged man and the martial artist, finally his eyes flashed slightly, and he fell silent with a cold face.

On the other side, Wufu heard the middle-aged man's words, and he sneered disdainfully: "Eunuch Li, you just want to flatter my little master. This general is not such a ignorant person."

Seeing this, Eunuch Li glared at Wu Fu viciously: "The miscellaneous family only cares about the little master."

The martial artist sneered and didn't answer, then he cast his eyes on Xiao Jing, his eyes suddenly became vicious: "Come on, kill this ugly slave on the spot!"

Immediately, two guards came rushing out to drag Xiao Jing away. Seeing that Xiao Jing was about to be dragged away, Xiao Jing's eyes also became dark, and he turned his gaze to Wen Qinglan.

Wen Qinglan looked at him expressionlessly, seeing that the guards had dragged Xiao Jing aside, Wen Qinglan just said: "Wait." Although he looks small, his voice is cold and sharp, like a sword containing ice, which makes people Man cannot help but obey.

The two guards stopped immediately, Eunuch Li and the martial artist looked at Wen Qinglan in surprise, and the martial artist even said: "Little son, this ugly slave has evil intentions, if you don't let his subordinates kill him on the spot, I'm afraid there will be some left behind." future trouble."

Wen Qinglan said slowly: "I ordered him to take me away."

"This..." Eunuch Li and Wu Fu looked at each other, and Wu Fu said: "The son is young, how can he think of going out, it must be this ugly slave who kidnapped the son, the son must not be fooled by this ugly slave, wait for the subordinates to deal with him , and set off immediately to return home.”

As he spoke, Wu Fu signaled his subordinates to quickly pull Xiao Jing away.

Wen Qinglan's expression changed suddenly, and he said coldly: "Presumptuous, whether you are the master or I am, I don't know, when will someone give orders for me?"