White Moonlight Beauty Dressed as a Villain[Transmigration Book]

Duan Yixuan's clothes were put aside, his naked upper body was clearly textured, and his wheat-colored skin was covered with scars, especially on his back, where there were several criss-crossing scars.

Lan Qiu's fingers unconsciously covered it, and the white and soft fingertips lightly slid across, Duan Yixuan's eyes moved with his back to Lan Qiu.

"Take some medicine later, it can remove the scar." Lan Qiu's voice softened.

He felt a little bit sorry for Duan Yixuan, since he was reading a book, he felt very sorry for this villain. The disused leg fell into the abyss, turned into a ghost in purgatory, and asked for his life.

Duan Yixuan's eyelashes trembled slightly: "No need, it's just some scars, keeping... is also a lesson."

His eyes were covered with a little dark color, cruel and terrifying.

He will let those people know how painful these scars are on his body, let them know how painful it is to lose their lives, and how angry it is to be bullied.

but……

"It just looks scary, but it doesn't actually hurt." Duan Yixuan said in a low voice.

He didn't want Lan Qiu to worry about him.

Lan Qiu frowned slightly: "How can this not hurt, such a big wound, I will give you medicine later."

"I……"

"I am your master." Lan Qiu pressed back a word.

Duan Yixuan didn't speak.

Lan Qiu's fingertips moved lightly to the shoulders, and strands of spiritual power penetrated from the fingertips.

He said, "If it hurts, tell me."

The pure spiritual power entered the dry meridian, forcibly broke through and opened a path, pouring in like a gurgling stream.

Duan Yixuan felt like laughing, no one had ever been so careful with him, not even his parents.

What's more, how can this be considered painful? The feeling of the meridian being opened up is like being poked by thousands of fine needles, which is indeed painful.

But compared to the injuries he suffered in the past, life was worse than death in the past, but the pain now is not considered pain.

Lan Qiu is so gentle.Duan Yixuan thought.

Gentle spiritual power poured into the body, like a gentle sea, containing everything, a warm feeling.

Duan Yixuan was stunned for a moment, a soft hand patted his shoulder lightly, and a clear and pleasant voice sounded beside his ears: "Concentrate."

Duan Yixuan felt soft and cool fingertips lightly brushing over his shoulders, arms, and finally resting on his elbows, but within a few seconds, they moved to his waist again, and the spiritual power injected from the various acupuncture points was repeatedly connected into a line, The dry meridians seemed to have turned into a stream.

Lan Qiu lowered his head, and guided the spiritual power to circulate around Duan Yixuan's body. When it flowed near the dantian, he suddenly paused, and an inexplicable cold feeling rose from his body.

Lan Qiu's pupils shrank and suddenly withdrew her spiritual power.

For a moment, Fu Yin's face appeared in his mind, handsome and deep, with a frivolous smile, and deep black eyes seemed to be deeply attractive.

"Master, what's wrong?"

The soft touch behind him suddenly disappeared, Duan Yixuan turned his head to look, and saw Lan Qiu's absent-minded appearance.

Who is he thinking about?

Lan Qiu returned to her senses, lowered her head and said, "It's nothing, the meridians have been sorted out, and it will help you in your cultivation. I respect your wishes. If your body allows it, I will teach you how to practice tomorrow."

Duan Yixuan replied yes.

Lan Qiu got off the bed, the hem of her clothes slightly raised, revealing a section of her white and thin ankle, with a bell ringing on it, shaking slightly, but there was no sound.

Duan Yixuan noticed this moment, his pupils shrank slightly.

Lan Qiu directly went back to another room, sat cross-legged on it, feeling a little headache, Fu Yin's face was still flashing in his mind, in order to make himself more clean, he began to concentrate on cultivation.

in the demon world.

The fog-shrouded hall is extremely gorgeous, and every part is exquisite. The carved five-clawed golden dragon climbs on the column, and the dragon's eyes are powerful and lifelike.

In the side hall, there is a big bed covered by black gauze, through layers of black gauze, the figure inside can be vaguely seen.

The young man knelt on the big bed with a bright red brocade quilt under him. He was covered in a black robe, which was so thin that it could vaguely outline his figure. His long black hair poured down, and a few strands fell from his shoulders. slide.

That face is exquisitely carved, like an ink painting that has been carefully traced, red lips and white teeth, skin like white porcelain, set off by a black robe, the expression between the eyebrows and eyes is less dusty, on the contrary, it is a little more deceptive feeling.

His slender eyelashes trembled, and his dull eyes slowly regained their charm. He looked around blankly, like a deer lost in the forest.

Lan Qiu suddenly came back to her senses, clenched her fingers, and stood up with support.

In the last moment he was still in his own room, but in the blink of an eye he was in a strange place.

He stepped on the soft red silk brocade quilt, carefully lifted the black gauze on one side, and jumped out of the bed lightly.

When her bare feet touched the ground, it was cold for a while, and Lan Qiu shivered.

This is a bedroom, a gorgeous and luxurious bedroom.

Lan Qiu took a cursory glance and walked out quickly. This place is too strange, he still got here somehow.

The heavy palace gate was close at hand, and just as Lan Qiu was about to reach out to touch it, an arm suddenly appeared on his waist, his pupils shrank slightly, his body staggered back, and crashed into an embrace.

"Where does Qiuqiu want to go?"

With a deep and magnetic voice in his ears, and his shallow breathing on the side of his neck, Lan Qiu trembled all over.

This voice is Fu Yin.

"kindness?"

Lan Qiu's slender fingers frivolously touched Lan Qiu's cheeks, making him look at him.

With a slight smile on Fu Yin's handsome and evil face, he lightly pressed Lan Qiu's lips with his fingertips, and then leaned over.

Lan Qiu froze, his consciousness was blurred last time, but this time, he was exceptionally sober.

The mouth was suddenly invaded, and Lan Qiu's fair cheeks blushed. He wanted to break free, but the opponent's strength was too great, and he couldn't break free at all.

He took a step back, and the crisp bell sounded from his ankle.

There was a slight smile and fascination in Fu Yin's eyes. He let go of Lan Qiu, bent down slightly, and hugged her firmly by the waist.

Lan Qiu's eyes widened, and she pursed her lips slightly, not daring to speak.

Fu Yin carried him back to the bed, and with his fingertips he lifted the hem of the robe covering Lan Qiu's legs, revealing the string of bells and his fair and slender legs.

Lan Qiu shrank back unconsciously, opened her mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say.

Facing this man, he didn't even have the courage to speak.

Fu Yin stared at the bell on Lan Qiu's ankle, gently held the ankle with his big hand and lifted it up, and said with a light smile: "This bell is the most suitable for Qiuqiu, and only you can match it."

Lan Qiu remained silent, he was inexplicably afraid of offending this man.

Fu Yin lifted the red silk brocade quilt on the side and covered the person, he said: "As long as you wear a bell and call me, I can hear you."

"You can also be locked by my side forever."

His voice seemed to come from the sky, and Lan Qiu's consciousness began to blur uncontrollably.