Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

The crimson petal between Jun Yao's eyebrows was worn away smooth by the darkness, became more dull, and added a bit more crimson.

She lowered her head and glanced, "What?"

The burning of He Qingxie's belly made her brows subconsciously tightened, and she didn't let go after this twist. Jun Yao thought she was uncomfortable, so she shook her hand, hugging her even tighter.

"Wait a minute, it'll be there soon."

"Master." She called out again.

"Ok?"

"Master."

"Ah."

He Qingxie's voice just kept screaming like this, as if he could gain some peace of mind just by hearing this person's answer.

After repeating "Master" a few times, they finally flew over the snowy beach and stopped in front of a series of snow hills.

These snow mounds are like a series of buns bordering each other.

The Snow Demon had disappeared behind them. I don't know where they were lying in ambush, plotting to hunt them down.

Putting the person on the ground, Jun Yao cast a spell to create an identical snow mound here, and pulled the person into it.

He Qingxie was dragged? He staggered and bumped directly into Jun Yao's back. The tip of his nose nibbled on the other's butterfly bone.

Jun Yao looked at her from the side, and asked inexplicably, "Why are you crying?"

He Qingxie covered his nose, holding back his tears carefully, and gasped as he covered his abdomen with the other hand, "Disciple's abdomen hurts."

"Come first."

"Oh."

After entering this body, she discovered that the phantom snow mound was hollow inside, covered with a white snow skin outside, and the cold breath was excluded inside, and there was a cluster of fire piled up in a pile. Burning on firewood, the fire is not too big but not too small, just enough to warm the whole small snow hill.

This body stared at the fire for a little while, and He Qingxie was forced to look at the fire. After staring for a while, she was surprised to find that the fire and the wood were very strange. The fire burned on the firewood, but it did not damage Firewood whit.

The two seem to be integrated, yet they are independent.

Jun Yao looked at her and said lightly, "Yanhuang Shenmu, what's there? Looks good? Come here quickly."

The Yanhuang Shenmu is the sacred object used by Yanhuang to burn Chiyou's millions of demon soldiers in the battle for the deer in ancient times.It burns only when it meets a demon, and burns when it meets a demon. It can destroy the root and bone of the demon, the essence and blood of the demon, and burn all the incombustible things in the world.

It is said that this object disappeared from the world of comprehension as early as [-] years ago, but I did not expect to be able to see it with my own eyes now.

He Qingxie was amazed and paused before walking over?

Jun Yao was straightforward.

"Undressed."

"Master, Master?"

He Qingxie was astonished. The reaction of her body was even more exaggerated than her own. She took two steps back and clapped her hands in a dumb tone.

"My disciple thanked Master for his love. Master's kindness to his disciples is unforgettable. I am willing to ask Master to show his respect and let this disciple go!"

"..."

The air in the snow hill gradually turned, and the Yanhuang Shenmu silently ignited spontaneously, and even the crackling and splashing sound of ordinary firewood disappeared. After these words, the whole atmosphere seemed to change from thin warmth to bone-chilling cold.

Jun Yao's indifferent expression turned into a sarcasm, and she made a move aboveboard, clamped He Qingxie's jaw, looked around, and said with a sinister smile: "What the hell is it that scares you like this? Let you go Horse? Let you go and die, and let me sit down in the end, cold-blooded and ruthless, do not save? Notoriety?"

She has never seen such a request, is it because she thinks she is dead? Not fast enough?

He Qingxie seemed to be stunned for a moment when he noticed his brain, and she murmured: "Master, isn't it... want to sleep with disciple?!"

Jun Yao's expression was as if he had seen a ghost, "What's wrong with your head? Is this seat good enough for you? Are you worthy of this seat's bed?"

The three retorted? He Qingxie blushed. She rubbed her fingers and asked, "Then undress?"

Jun Yao asked: "The dantian is seriously injured, yours just formed? What if you don't want the dan?"

He Qingxie lowered his eyes, blood flowed from his lower abdomen like a gush, and the dark red blood soaked the milky white disciple's clothes, the bloody patch was like a white flower doused with red dye.

"No one doesn't want it, please respect your master..."

"Why do you think that this seat has plots against you?" Unable to help but be a little curious, Jun Yao interrupted her conversation, asking while motioning for her to unbutton her clothes, "This seat thinks that you are lukewarm, don't you?" Is there something you misunderstood about what you did in Japan?"

As she herself asked just now, He Qingxie is not qualified for her bed.

The red gauze tent is warm, and the spring night is once, such a ecstasy? Night, if you are with He Qingxie, it can be regarded as a treasure.

He Qingxie gritted his teeth secretly in his heart and roared wildly, didn't he have a plan? !If you hadn't forced me back then, how could I have feared you like a ghost?All my? Defenses are not left to the demon, not to the devil, but to you, my respected and loved one? Master!

But she couldn't open her mouth. This body was terrified. The blood-red hands lightly raised up in a bow, begging for mercy like a grandson, and said: "Master's attitude is relaxed. It is the disciple's fault. When the disciple is in danger, he is frightened." It is because of my birthday that I misunderstood Master’s good intentions, and I hope Master will forgive me.”

Jun Yao didn't look at her directly, cast a spell to create an ice bed, and beckoned to her, "Come here."

So this body went over obediently, untied the disciple's clothes, sat on the temperatureless bed, and let the other party do whatever he wanted with his clothes half open.

The wound on her lower abdomen was caused by a bunch of thorns standing upright when she went to hunt the snow demon in the depths of the snowy area.

The Snow Demon changed. There are many sharp corners on the ice edge. When stabbing it, the ice edge brought out not only blood but also tiny flesh foam. The wound was like a honeycomb nailed out by a bunch of nails. The blood hole looked extremely terrifying.

Jun Yao cast a spell to stop the bleeding, frowned, and asked a question that had been on his mind.

"Why are you here?"

Thousands of miles of snow is there? The world of cultivation is not a real place? Does the world of cultivation go south? To the direction of Moyuan? There is indeed a snow beach, and Xuandu Moyuan is built on that ice field, but there "The ice field is definitely not here", and where the "snow tidal flats" are not here?

This is a mirror.

A grand fantasy land of thousands of miles of snowy night, which consumes a lot of spiritual energy, grinds dream grass and love root into spices and ignites them, offering them to the sky, and using the forbidden technique of the Shangqing Ruins to capture the emotions.

However, the person Jun Yao wants to trap is definitely not He Qingxie who suddenly appeared here!

This was a place she couldn't figure out no matter what, He Qingxie was supposed to be in the Lingqing Hall of Shangqing Xu, shouldn't he?

He Qingxie's mind went blank, her consciousness was trying to recall, her body suddenly raised her head, and He Qingxie knew that she had remembered her original body.

However, the body hesitated for a long time before saying: "I..., disciple..."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Jun Yao asked impatiently seeing the person hesitate.

"I don't know what to say."

"I don't know? How to say it without saying it."

I don't know? Is it Jun Yao's? Illusion, she always feels that He Qingxie will ask a question that she doesn't really want to answer.

In the next second, He Qingxie said: "Master, can you tell? Disciple, where in Hejia Village was the disciple picked up by Master?"

This is a very common and ordinary question. Jun Yao could have answered it with her mouth, but she suddenly stopped.She squinted her eyes, her iris-colored peach blossom eyes, and the curved arcs that evoked were like a stroke of genius, touching people's hearts and souls.

The air freezes, the time freezes, and the tossing and entangled breathing makes the atmosphere gradually become ambiguous.

Jun Yao asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"

He Qingxie also wanted to ask this question, asking herself, what exactly did she want to say?

She was born in Hejia Village, a remote and barren place full of natural disasters and man-made disasters. At the age of ten, she was accepted by one of the four great sects in the cultivation world, Shangqingxu, and Junyao Xianzun of Lingqing Palace. He was accepted as a disciple, and he established the foundation at the age of twelve. This year, he has just formed a pill not long ago.

These are all things that can't be done in Qingming, what else does she want to know?

Jun Yao asked, "What did someone tell you?"

He Qingxie shook her head, and heard her own voice line was unstable. This body consciousness seemed to be in a daze? She said: "I had a dream. In the dream, there was a big fire, heavy snow, and half of Hejia Village. When the burning part was submerged in heavy snow, there was a headless monster who chopped down my house with a sky-splitting axe. He caught me and forced me to eat a bloody thing with a bloody mouth. "

As he spoke, the body subconsciously covered its mouth and retched against the edge of the ice bed.

After a while, she heard her master's ruthless tone, and said in a sharp voice: "It seems that I have given you too little homework, so that you can have free time to think wildly."

"Master, everything this disciple said is true!"

"Then let me ask you, you said that Hejia Village is half fire and half snow. In the whole world, looking at the entire cultivation world, which sect and school of magic can do it like this?" Jun Yao sternly pinched her hands Her jaw forced her to raise her head, "Little? Little? I don't think about making progress at such a young age, and I only think about messy things. I actually regret that I took you as my apprentice."

Seeing that people didn't believe it, He Qingxie couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed Jun Yao's wrist and said, "Master!"

"Let go." Jun Yao narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at the opponent's hand, and frowned in disgust.

I know I shouldn't be this way, but sometimes the truth trumps everything.He Qingxie is still brave and fearless? He will not let him go, which means that he will never give up until he asks about this matter.

Jun Yao's well-defined jaw line was slightly tense, "Don't let me say it a second time."

"Why doesn't the master want to tell you? Is it because he is afraid that the disciple will know what? The matter of Hejia Village, the matter of the headless monster, the master must know, right? Otherwise, he would not accept a fundamental A trash that can't form an alchemy!" He Qingxie's hands became tighter and tighter.

She noticed that the body's emotions were falling into a breakdown, and just secretly thought it was bad, and the next second, she screamed at Jun Yao.

"Su Changyi! What are you hiding??!"

"Snapped!"

The humming in her ears made He Qingxie realize that she was turning her face away, and the hotness that hit her cheek suddenly made Chaos collapse. The consciousness gradually narrowed, and she gradually realized what she just shouted. Tongue pressed against the slapped chin, and the star-like phoenix eyes were bloodshot all over at this time, she stared at Jun Yao still not knowing what she wanted to say.

At the right time, Jun Yao turned his wrist, pulled his hand back, and said coldly and mercilessly: "He Qingxie, this is the last time I forgive you for being rude, don't be ignorant!"

After saying that, she flung her sleeves and went out. She didn't come back for a long time.

The flames on the Yanhuang Shenmu danced without wind in the hollow snow hill, and there was no crackling sound of burning firewood. The entire narrow space seemed completely silent.

Silent?, suffocated, frozen.

He Qingxie sat on the ice bed for a long time, his clothes were half open, and the blood-clogged wounds revealed a few dark, finger-thin blood holes.

She doesn't know now what this body's original consciousness is thinking, or maybe what? She doesn't think about it, but her mind is in a mess. When did she and Jun Yao happen before? The? Scene?

Why can't she remember?

The author has something to say: #Just like such a rough Su#

Author: with feeling

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