Paranoid villains always go crazy [Quick Transmigration]

The tender green vines tightly bound Lin Jinran's wrists, and a small branch pushed aside his wide cuffs, and stretched continuously around his arms.

They got completely out of control, and branched out into countless slender branches and leaves from the vines, and explored excitedly along Lin Jinran's raised neck and exposed shoulder blades.

His lapel was also wide open, the mucus secreted by the vines dripped into the sunken collarbone, and overflowed down the neck, leaving silvery wet marks.

Where the vines passed, there were reddish marks on his fair skin. Lin Jinran was panting heavily, and all his struggles seemed to have lost strength, or he hadn't struggled at all.

Qiu Luo hugged him unconsciously, under her thin bangs, her eyes were dark and blurred, and she didn't know where her out-of-focus eyes fell.

He called Master affectionately, just like when he was a child, he fell on the master's knee and acted like a baby.

He is born with a sweet mouth, and just by using sweet words, he can coax Lin Jinran, who is cold and dusty in the eyes of outsiders, into a submissive, wanting something. , I can't bear to punish him severely.

Countless happy moments, transformed into grotesque laughter, surrounded Qiu Luo's ears.

"Master..."

He seemed to dream that his master taught him swordsmanship in the past. There was a century-old pear blossom tree in front of the courtyard.

Lin Jinran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and instructed him tirelessly in his ear: "This move is too slow, the pace should be faster..."

Qiu Luo held his green bamboo sword, his wrist was held by Lin Jinran, a black and white figure fluttered and danced under the pear blossoms all over the sky.

Lin Jinran shook his head: "The sword is too fast, I missed the aim, come again."

Qiu Luo calmed down and continued to practice over and over again. The two of them came and went, the sword shadow was like a rainbow, and they were fed hundreds of times. Finally, the sword was spread to the extreme, and the invisible air flow was stirred between the two.

Qiu Luo saw sweat on his forehead, he was out of breath, his bright eyes looked at Shen Fei: "Master, is this right? Have I made any progress?"

"My good disciple, you are learning so fast that the master can't keep up." Lin Jinran's nose was also covered with a thin layer of sweat, his expression was a little tired, and there was a tinge of joy at the end of his eyes.

Qiu Luo held his hot wrist, still reminiscing about the exhilaration of the duel practice: "Master, will you accompany me to practice swords every day in the future, okay?"

Lin Jinran was still looking at him gently, his smiling face was hidden in the pear blossoms, shrouded in hazy light pink, and he nodded slightly.

"Only with me, Master?"

"Master, how about you look at my trick again?"

……

As the sky was getting darker, Lin Jinran casually brushed away the long wet hair that was hanging over his shoulders, and helped Qiu Luo, who was still hot, to soak in the Xianxian Spring.

The rich spiritual spring water slowly flowed around the two of them, and the warm white mist was steaming.

Qiu Luo's hot cheek rubbed against his shoulder, dreamed of something, and kept muttering words like "sword practice" and "movements".

Lin Jinran lowered his eyes and was in a daze. If this was a dream, he hoped that he would never wake up.

When Qiu Luo wakes up, if he thinks back to what happened just now, how will he look at himself as a master?

"It's ridiculous." The black mist condensed into shape again, and laughed provocatively with that face that looked exactly like Lin Jinran's, "The dignified head of the Cangming Sword Sect is actually in the wilderness with his disciple Do such a stupid thing!"

"He was just poisoned by the phantom poison of the poisonous emperor's sky python, but you are deceiving yourself and others."

Heiying kept using the sharpest words to pierce Lin Jinran's deep disguise, wishing to strip away his high-ranking, hypocritical and noble leader skin: "You have clearly seduced him, and you have to blame it on the snake venom , dare not face the filth in your heart!"

Lin Jinran pursed her lips, her face was pale, and her brows were deeply furrowed: "I didn't..."

The black shadow leaned into his ear: "If he knows your true face, what will happen? Will he still rely on you like now? Maybe he doesn't even have to be a master and apprentice!"

Lin Jinran closed her eyes deeply, and said in a hoarse voice, "He won't, he said he would love me forever..."

"So stupid!" Hei Ying sneered loudly, and seduced in a low voice, "It's better to let me take charge of your body, and I will definitely let him stay by your side forever..."

"Get out!" Lin Jinran's eyes flickered with evil spirit, and he shot towards the black shadow, but nothing was hit, and the black shadow disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Lin Jinran wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the worry between his brows became more and more serious.

Why do demons appear more and more frequently?With his cultivation base, he couldn't resolve it, and it was by no means a demonic obstacle produced during ordinary tribulations.

His temples were aching, and he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember how the demons came into being.

Lin Jinran breathed a sigh of relief, soaked in the Xixian Spring and began to practice meditation.

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Qiu Luo woke up in a chilly autumn wind.

He opened his eyes and looked around blankly, surrounded by dense white mist. He soaked himself in the warm spring water for a whole night, and his skin was almost soaked.

When he swam to the shore, his clothes seemed to be torn, but there was a set of clothes of Yaoxian Valley's low-level disciples neatly folded in the grass, probably collected by Lin Jinran from the valley.

Qiu Luo frowned. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a pair of snake teeth bite marks on her shoulders. The purple-black poison there had already been removed, and now there were only two red spots left.

He looked at the ring of storage, and saw that the red lotus flower was in full storage, and he was determined that after returning home, there was hope that Master's nightmare poison would be eliminated.

But last night, after he got poisoned, what happened?

Thinking of last night, there was a burst of overwhelming pain in his mind, as if a stick was stirred inside, and his nerves twitched non-stop.

His memory was in a mess. For a while, he seemed to remember that he attacked his master, and for a while, he seemed to be practicing swords with his master. What's even weirder, he actually had a sexual dream!

The dream was shrouded in a pink mist, and he only vaguely remembered the profuse pear blossoms, and a face that could not resist flushing, his arms covered those wet and misty eyes, and he could only hear himself calling hoarsely when he was emotional: "My beloved... ..."

That handsome face actually matches the teacher's respect!

Qiu Luo was startled suddenly, rubbed his face hard, buried his head in the spring water, and floated up when he was about to suffocate.

God, what the hell was he thinking about?

If it is said that the "weakened" fake master I saw in the illusion before was an expedient measure to defeat the other party, then that's all, what's going on with this dream?

Qiu Luo looked like she had been struck by lightning, but she couldn't help recalling the details of the dream in her heart.

The master in the dream was an appearance he had never seen before, and he was no longer the master who sat on the throne of the Fuyou Hall and gave orders, nor was he the dignified and cold sword fairy Lin Daoist in his daily life.

He is as gentle as water, he asks for whatever he wants, he is obviously emotional, but he is trying his best to bear it, his black hair is disheveled, and there is no majesty at all.

Those thin lips kept opening and closing, still a magnetic and mellow familiar voice, but in his dream, it clung to his ears, begging him intermittently...

Qiu Luo's mind was in a mess, and his throat was as dry as if he hadn't had water in three days.

The master was so kind to him, pulling him out of the mud and bringing him back to the sect to teach him carefully, but as for himself, he was thinking about insulting him here!

It is really not a thing to think of the master of Fengguang Yueji as filthy!

Qiu Luo's face turned green and pale, and he cursed in his heart that he was inferior to a beast. If the master found out, he would definitely not love him anymore, and maybe he would be expelled from the master in a fit of anger!

Qiu Luo rubbed her wet hair vigorously, trying to get rid of all the strange images in her mind.

It's a pity that the picture didn't go away, but more and more weeds appeared above the head.

Under the background of this lush greenery, Qiu Luo's face became more and more green and glowing.

"Are you awake? Why are you still in the water?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Qiu Luo was startled, and when she turned her head, she happened to meet Shang Lin Jinran's calm and gentle gaze.

His master changed into white clothes at some point, with wide sleeves and a tall and straight figure, the waist was tightly sealed at the waist, outlining tight lines, and his long black hair was loosely tied with a blue ribbon. Together with the misty clothes, they fluttered in the breeze.

Lin Jinran stood quietly in the sun, his eyebrows and eyes were as calm as ever, showing a bit of calm and proud character.

It seemed that it was the first time for Qiu Luo to look at the appearance of the master so carefully. In the past so many years, he only felt that the other party was majestic and dignified and could not look directly at him, but now he always felt that something was different.

Until Lin Jinran looked at him and asked again, Qiu Luo came back to his senses, his heart was pounding, he quickly looked away, and said in a low voice: "Master, I want to change clothes, please turn around first."

Lin Jinran's footsteps that were about to come over suddenly stopped in place, his eyes moved, and there was no extra expression on his face, he just turned around silently.

There was a rustling sound behind him, and Lin Jinran kept her back to him, but she couldn't help but think in her heart, Qiu Luo didn't care about etiquette at all before, but is she trying to avoid herself today?

At this moment, Qiu Luo's heart was even more chaotic than Lin Jinran's. He quickly changed into the Tsing Yi of Yaoxian Valley's low-level disciples, and pulled out a weed by the way: "Master, I'm healed."

"You were poisoned last night and soaked in Xixianquan all night, are you still okay?" Lin Jinran stretched out his hand to check his injury.

Qiu Luo subconsciously avoided the hand that was extended by the other party, but Lin Jinran's hand froze in mid-air, and silently retracted it.

Qiu Luo looked at the other party's unexpected and disappointed eyes, her scalp tightened, and she cursed her own reaction too much, isn't it just a dream?

He dawdled past him, his eyes nowhere to rest: "I'm fine, Master, after I got poisoned last night, didn't I do anything out of the ordinary?"

Lin Jinran looked at him silently for a moment, seeing that he really didn't remember, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, as if he was relieved, but also like duckweed without roots, with nowhere to go.

He curled up his fingers hidden in the sleeve robe, and said lightly: "It's just talking nonsense and rolling around on the floor. What else do you want to do out of the ordinary?"

Only then did Qiu Luo heave a sigh of relief, fortunately he didn't commit the following evil deeds.

Every slight change in his expression was noticed by Lin Jinran.

Last night, the seductive words that the black shadow whispered in his ears suddenly resurfaced in his mind: "If he has no intentions towards you, he must forget these unrememberable things. I wish I could get rid of them as cleanly as possible!"

"Lin Jinran, give up those reservations and fantasies, as long as you stop suppressing me, I will help you achieve your wish!"

After Qiu Luo cleaned up the nearby medicinal materials, he poured another bottle of Xixianquan spring water, but when he turned around, he saw Lin Jinran staring at him with deep eyes.

Qiu Luo felt a little strange, she stretched out her hand and waved in front of his eyes: "Master, what's wrong with you? Is there something uncomfortable?"

Lin Jinran's eyes flickered, lowered his eyelashes, and said slowly, "It's nothing."

Qiu Luo was suspicious: "Is it really all right?"

Lin Jinran's fingers hanging by his side moved imperceptibly. After a long time, he quietly said: "I really feel unwell, maybe I can't carry you with the sword."

Qiu Luo raised it in his heart, showing a worried look: "It's okay Master, let me come, you can rely on me. Let's leave here quickly and go to a nearby city to rest."

The two left the magic circle of Xixianquan, and they were banned from touching each other. Qiu Luo sacrificed his natal sword, and a transparent green bamboo sword quietly floated in front of him.

Since Lin Jinran couldn't control the sword, Qiu Luo wrapped his arms around his waist, half supporting and half hugging him.

The wind and clouds were moving in the sky, Lin Jinran leaned his whole body weight on his apprentice's shoulders, between the messy black hair, his eyebrows moved slightly, his eyes were closed, and there was a slight smile of unknown meaning at the corner of his mouth.

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