Master, your apprentice has fallen into a demon again

Having been in the devil for many years, Yin Wushang thought that his ability to resist beauties was excellent. Since he became the devil, many witches recommended themselves to climb up on his bed in the middle of the night, trying to seduce him.

He was never moved, he just kicked the person off the bed indifferently, and when it went too far, he tore him down and threw him out of the hall.

After things became more troublesome, many demons passed on that he was reincarnated as Liu Xiahui.

But Su Baili is different, the person who used to be unattainable and was a luxury even to look at him, now finally falls into his palm, like a cub caught in a hunting net, like holding the bright moon in his arms, allowing him to do whatever he wants .

Yin Wushang was like a hungry wolf being lured, his eyes were red, his movements were ruthless, the things he hated and resented in the past seemed to have finally found an outlet, making him wish he could smash people to pieces.

The malice of those gnashing teeth also turned into uncontrollable lust/desire, sinking again and again, the whole person almost drowned holding his master tightly.

I can't wait to grow roots all over my body and swallow the opponent alive.

He was tireless, but Su Baili couldn't bear it, the majestic Immortal Monarch of the World had reddened eyes, he just struggled to crawl away, but was dragged back forcefully by Yin Wushang by the root of his legs.

Usually, the golden and jade-white body was covered with many red marks. Before everything was over, he was already unconscious, and he only subconsciously touched his swollen belly with both hands and silently resisted.

***

It seems that because of being sealed, coupled with the double tossing both mentally and physically during this period, or perhaps catching a cold.

Su Baili was tossed and tossed by Yin Wushang like pancakes. After three days of frying, he started to have a fever in the middle of the night. His usually white cheeks turned pink, and even the tip of his nose turned red. Miserable.

"Master, wake up..."

In a daze, someone touched his forehead, then shook his shoulder, trying to wake him up.

Su Baili moved his extremely sore body, and opened his eyes with difficulty. Yin Wushang was sitting by the bed, holding a bowl in his hand.

Su Baili cast a glance from the corner of his eye, the liquid in the bowl was pitch black, and he didn't know what it was.

But looking at that color probably isn't a good thing either.

Su Baili guessed that this might be the poisonous heartbroken soup that was fed to the Immortal in the original book.

After drinking Broken intestine soup, the body's liver will be eroded by the poison, and every inch will be broken, causing great pain.

Tut tut...

Su Baili looked away, he didn't dare to think about it, he could not help but despair in his heart.

He is afraid of death, and also afraid of pain!

***

Yin Wushang turned to look at Su Baili the second he moved, saw that he was awake, put down the bowl in his hand, and reached out to grab him.

Su Baili endured the soreness and involuntarily hid back.

Yin Wushang raised his eyebrows, and the corner of his lips could not help but chuckle: "Master, what are you hiding?"

What to hide?Don't you have any clues in your mind?You don’t know how to be a human being these days, don’t you know? !

Su Baili was angry and impatient, his already feverish cheeks turned even redder immediately, the too gorgeous and tender blush made his pale lips even more pale and bloodless.

"Why is your face so ugly?"

Yin Wushang stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, looked left and right, and after a long while said in words that he didn't know whether it was soothing or mocking: "Master, don't be afraid, this disciple doesn't know how to eat people, let alone eat you. "

Can't eat people?Then I was bitten by a dog in the past three days.

Su Baili hated mmp in his heart, stared at him and gritted his teeth viciously. He hurt his throat in the past two days, and his throat hurt so badly, he could only squeeze out three words from between his teeth in a hoarse voice: "You Get out."

Hearing the words "get out of here", Yin Wushang's expression turned cold, as if the word hit his sore spot again, and his mood, which was not bad just now, sank to the bottom.

"It's been three days, Master still hasn't figured out the current situation?"

"In the past in your Liyun Palace, if you told the apprentice to leave, the apprentice had to leave, but Master...do you see where this is?"

Yin Wushang turned his head with a half-smile, making him face Zhaohua Palace directly, with a deliberate mockery in his tone.

"See clearly, this is the disciple's magic hall."

"I am no longer the little drug boy who was bullied by others, and Master...you are not the high-ranking fairy in Liyun Palace."

Yin Wushang's voice became more and more indifferent, and he did not show mercy at all.

"Disciple is now honored as a Demon Lord, and I still respectfully call you Master, because of my past affection."

"...Tuer has a bad temper, you know it. I advise you not to challenge my patience again and again, otherwise you will be the only one who will be embarrassed."

After Yin Wushang finished speaking, he reached into the quilt and grabbed him out.

Su Baili couldn't dodge it, he was as stiff as a piece of wood in his arms, not daring to move.

Yin Wushang felt his stiff and trembling back, and pulled out a warm smile: "Master, are you afraid of me?"

"Not afraid." Su Baili gritted his teeth and said firmly.

"Aren't you afraid?..." Yin Wushang laughed enough, and suddenly pushed him back on the bed, rubbed his thumb on the back of his neck, leaned over and bit his round and pink earlobe.

"Aren't you afraid to continue?"

Su Baili's face turned pale.

Come on!Fuck me!Then he's almost dead.

This Yin Wushang is really blind to his face, he looks so good-looking, but as a result, the group with bad skills is completely fooling around.

As a result, his bones now seem to be smashed by someone, and there is pain everywhere.

Oh shit!He has no technology at all, and he still immobilizes Pu Lei like others.

Su Baili frowned in pain, he couldn't see the teasing in Yin Wushang's eyes, he could only feel the scorching hot breath behind his ears.

Thinking of having to endure that kind of half-life torture later, he panicked again.

His voice was trembling, unknowingly stained with a strong nasal voice: "Don't...you go away..."

"Don't go." Yin Wushang pressed him facelessly, his big hand moved down from the side of the neck along the back, and finally stopped at the tailbone, pinching his thumb and index finger once and for all.

His beautiful face is still covered with cold mountain snow, but there seems to be a smile in his voice: "As the saying goes, there are only exhausted cows, but no plowed fields. Master, my disciples are not tired, so I don't want to plow any more. ?”

Shit!The field has been plowed!It was almost rotten into mud.

The pain in the secret place is still unforgettable, and even the slightest movement causes heart-piercing pain.Su Baili's face turned pale with fright, and even his fingertips couldn't help trembling.

His panic was too obvious, Yin Wushang couldn't help but smile, that smile was lazy, as if lost in interest, and also seemed dull, with a boring look.

There are only ripples in the depths of the eyes, flickering and flickering, and there is a kind of indescribable lingering and lingering in the thousands of turns.

He lightly lifted his eyelids, suppressed all those things, and his pupils returned to ice-cold again.

It's just that after the teasing and joking was over, Su Baili didn't deliberately torment him anymore.

Turning around, he took the bowl on the table, brought it to Su Baili's lips and said, "Master is here to drink the medicine."

The degree of panic that the master came to drink the medicine is comparable to that of Da Lang who came to drink the medicine.

Su Baili stared at the bowl of terrifying black liquid, and said in a dying struggle, "Can I not drink it?"

"What do you think?" Yin Wushang asked back.

Su Baili was silent and did not move for a long time.

For his hesitation, Yin Wushang was not impatient at all, he just said indifferently: "Do you want my apprentice to feed you?"

Su Baili sighed, the matter has come to an end, he should die bravely, at least he should not be too embarrassed before he dies.

If you really annoyed Yin Wushang and asked him to pinch his chin and force-feed him, that would be too ugly.

After convincing himself, Su Baili gritted his teeth, took the bowl from Yin Wushang's hand, closed his eyes, and gulped it down.

I don't know what this heartbroken soup is made of, but it has a strong herbal smell.

The bitter and astringent taste made him want to vomit.

After all, Su Baili swallowed a bowl, enduring his nausea, and burped bitterly.

That hiccup, with an unpleasant smell on his nose, quickly made his eyes red, and a tear leaked from the corner of his eyes, looking like a fragile and pitiful Yuda Lihua.

Yin Wushang looked at him with indistinct expressions in his eyes, as if he disliked him, or couldn't bear it...

Su Baili got used to it for a long time before opening his eyes.

Yin Wushang leaned in front of him, and quickly stuffed something into his mouth.

Su Baili frowned, are you fucking finished?

My heart was full of resistance, but my lips and teeth subconsciously bit off the tip of my tongue. In the next second, a rich sweet fragrance swept through my mouth instantly, suppressing the bitter herbal taste just now.

Su Baili loosened his brows, and bit it carefully, only to realize that what Yin Wushang stuffed into his mouth just now seemed to be a candied fruit.

Yin Wushang took the medicine bowl in his hand, wiped off the black medicine stains on the corners of his lips, and then grabbed a few more candied honey beans from the plate beside the table.

"Fever-reducing medicine is very bitter. If Master feels uncomfortable, eat more candied fruit."

Su Baili was taken aback, "Anti-fever medicine?"

How could it be antipyretics?He thought it was heartbroken soup.

It shouldn't be!

...What exactly does Yin Wushang want to do?

***

I don't know what was put in the fever-reducing medicine, Su Baili started to feel dizzy again after drinking a bowl.

Half asleep and half awake, in a daze, he felt a big hand pinching his neck, and the index finger with a thin callus was rubbing at his dead point.

Su Baili couldn't open his eyes, let alone resist, so he could only allow the hand to intensify.

But soon the hand loosened again, slowly moved around his waist, and pinched viciously on the soft flesh of his waist.

Yin Wushang's voice rang beside his ears, it was as calm as ever, and no one could tell whether it was hatred or resentment.

"Master, I have been waiting for you in Wuwang Valley for three years, three years! I thought you would come to me."

Yin Wushang paused for a moment, and seemed to lie down beside Su Baili, and then a warm kiss fell on Su Baili's cheek.

"But you didn't, and you were so stingy that you never took a look at me."

Yin Wushang played with his hair, brushing it affectionately, his movements were extremely tender and gentle, but his voice became more and more indifferent.

"Since you don't come to me, then I can only come to you."