Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

He Qingxie didn't doubt that he was there, and once again helped the other party's crumbling body, he said worriedly: "Master, stop making trouble, can you? Just go and sit under the tree for a while? Or, the disciple will send the spirit to the master?" force??"

In fact, sending spiritual power? Everything is fake, she can't mobilize the spiritual power? Both of them knew it well, but at this moment, the restraint on the other side's face made He Qingxie feel Slight pain, as if a slender needle pierced the heart one by one.

If time could be traced back, she would never be able to cut that knife.

Jun Yao is innocent, one master respects one apprentice, the master and apprentice are in name only, she never taught her, but never hurt her either.

Waving the hand on the shoulder, Jun Yao roared: "Get out! Don't touch me anymore!"

The morning light was brilliant and the wind was breezy. The bottom of Jun Yao's eyes was bloodthirsty red, and the tails of the eyes were also printed with residual red.

She was about to collapse, and her body became inexplicably uncomfortable.

The wound left by the candle dragon's horn piercing the arm has scabbed over, and the cold air spread from the arm to the arms, legs, and even the whole body. She suppressed it with spiritual power, and all of this was correct.

Her hands and feet were cold, and she was sweating all over, that's right.

But why?

After coming out of the woods, the body felt more than a sharp chill? It started to feel hot all over, and something in the body seemed to be churning and restless, especially something in the sacrum was spreading down.

Junyao's heart was full of ups and downs, and the mighty waves vented from the Jiuzhong Tianque and poured down into the bottom of the cliff where the fiery magma was bubbling, stirring up bursts of white mist, and making a very unhappy sizzling sound. Even so, Junyao Xianzun shook the mortal world His face remained motionless and calm.

She gritted her teeth to restrain the trembling in her voice, and said, "He Qingxie, now, stay away from me, I'm doing it for your own good." After finishing speaking, she staggered casually to find a direction without looking back. ? just go.

He Qingxie could tell that her master was on the verge of collapse, and she rarely even used the claim, and pushed her away.

Feeling uneasy for a moment, He Qingxie's breathing suddenly became heavier when he saw the shaky figure fall to his knees with a bang.

Shangqing Ruins Junyao Xianzun, an existence unmatched by most monks in the cultivation world, just so defenseless, upright? Guangming knelt on one knee, panting in front of his apprentice.

A sense of suffocation hit her face, and He Qingxie's still guilt-ridden heart suddenly burst into pain. She was now under the bright sun, and the yellow sand stretched for thousands of miles in front of her eyes. Such a magnificent scene could not enter a pair of dark beads. like eyes?

In her eyes, there is only toad moon and silver clothes, and she is a slim beauty.

Jun Yao frowned and raised his forehead, sweat dripped down his face, his mind could no longer tell whether the sweat was hot or cold.

The tip of her nose penetrated into the very light and very light fragrance that she smelled last night, but the fragrance at this time is stronger and more intense than that of last night.

It's not from He Qingxie, it's from herself.

Jun Yao's eyes? She pressed her red hand on the sand and thought? She stood up, supported herself a bit, her legs went limp, she fell to sit on the sand, her whole body was hot and cold, her mind was buried in the ice abyss for a while, and for a while in the flames.

He Qingxie came from behind, pressed his hand that was grasping the sand, his voice was hoarse and half-crying, "I made a mistake, I have regrets, I hope Master will forgive me."

Jun Yao twitched, his arm was soft, the force? The way? It was very light, and he was determined not to be able to twitch.

She was out of breath, her voice was trembling, and she directly reprimanded in a soft voice: "Left and right, you can only say a few words, and there is no end, huh? Get out, you, don't you understand?"

"No! Disciple can't let Master go on like this."

"Hey, Qingxie!"

"Is it okay, disciple, to take Master back to Shangqingxu to find the master, and then go to Liyuan?"

"..."

He Qingxie's deep affection and eagerness, his eyes and moist face made Jun Yao go crazy and resist.

She had to go, away from her apprentice.

But she was getting more and more dizzy, confused by the burning thoughts, a pair of clear iris-colored peach blossom eyes? Her vision was slack under the scorching sun, her legs were weak, and another fragrance suddenly lingered at the tip of her nose.

He Qingxie leaned down, thinking? Hugging her face to face, a strand of cold, smooth long hair fell down and smacked her on the tip of the nose lightly.

Deep in Jun Yao's throat, he suppressed a soft hum that was lost in desire, neither light nor heavy, scratching one's heart and lungs.

This sound is like a verdict, a sentence that makes people regret for a lifetime.

Jun Yao was completely confused.

When she flew towards her, He Qingxie was stunned. A white shadow broke into her eyes, and her line of sight changed from a jade-like face that couldn't hide her pain, to a sunny one. The sky with white clouds fluttering.

The clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, and the breeze is warm, blowing Jun Yao's long silver hair?

She is noble, elegant, and holy even more than Alpine Snow Lotus. He Qingxie looked at the figure on her body in surprise. She had never realized that her master had such a soul-stirring side.

Peach blossom eyes? The tail is slightly raised, hooking the human soul, and the falling red layer is the gauze floating on the snow-white skin.

He Qingxie was surprised by the bewitching kite-colored eyes, but only for a moment. She grabbed Jun Yao's unscrupulous hand, her voice trembling with fear.

"Master, what are you doing?!"

The alternation of hot and cold caused the reason to collapse, and Jun Yao's mouth was full of choked sobs, which was a voice she had never seen before.

She was so hot, so cold, but more cold, really cold, the loose thing on the sacrum wet the gown, sliding down against the warm skin, she couldn't help shivering due to the cold.

But Jun Yao couldn't tell what it was? Something that made people blush and ashamed to speak.

"Go, you go, okay?"

Jun Yao started to cry, she raised her head in pain, her eyes were dazzled, her hands were restrained, and her body trembled faintly due to some indescribable feeling.

He Qingxie was stunned suddenly, a drop of cold liquid slipped from his chin and fell on her face, splashing out.

So? The cold temperature, but with a bang, instantly burned out the panic-stricken rationality.

Junyao Xianzun shed tears for the first time, so gorgeous.

He Qingxie opened his mouth slightly, dumbfounded.

She knew? She shouldn't, and she couldn't, but she was overwhelmed by reluctance.

When? She wants to be valued and watched.

It turned out that she had not met many people, but there was only one person who surprised her from beginning to end.

Didn't she know all this? Until just now, the tear that was crystal clear and reflected light fell.

It turns out that the beginning of love is nothing more than seeing it for the first time.

The hands that restrained her were loosened, and Jun Yao seemed to have been pardoned, and frantically tore off the disciple's robe of the person under her. Her hands were trembling, and her eyes were vacillating, but she couldn't do anything.

He Qingxie pursed her lips, her eyes turned sour, and she smiled. She looked at the void and said to someone, "I'll come."

Compared to Jun Yao's impatience, He Qingxie's punitive slowness made Jun Yao grind his teeth impatiently.

The experience of the two heavens of ice and fire made Jun Yao lose her mind and strength. After throwing herself on someone, but being suppressed by all her strength, the sudden loss of strength surged up like a rattan twitch, causing her body to tremble.

He Qingxie turned over and put the person on the sand. She didn't want to? Do anything too extreme? Nor did she want to? Do anything that would insult her master? But an evil desire for possessiveness drove her crazy , so she couldn't help but destroy it again.

Only then did she know that there was still a secret feeling in her heart.

It was an immoral, dark love.

Jun Yao shrank back, her body was so cold, but there was still a fire burning in her head, a hand in front of her suddenly reached out to untie her skirt, that hand was like a devil's claw, reminded her of something? Like, suddenly opened? Eyes? Eyes.

She became extremely resistant, raised her head and bit the hand.

He Qingxie let out a muffled snort, hurriedly clamped the opponent's jaw, and said angrily, "Hiss—let go!"

Jun Yao stared at her blankly and resentfully, and slightly loosened her grip. When He Qingxie withdrew her hand, she suddenly bit down hard again under her teeth, with more force.

He Qingxie gasped, and coaxed: "Master, be good, let go, it hurts!"

"My God, Master, do you count dogs?!"

However, the other party failed to answer.

He Qingxie looked at Jun Yao's misty eyes? His heart felt like it was on fire, his mouth was parched, and he licked the corners of his mouth. She clamped the opponent's jaw and forced him to let go again.

He Qingxie looked at the hand that came out of the tiger's mouth, blood was visible in the tooth marks, and he felt dizzy for a while.

Her master wished he could bite off a piece of her flesh. How big is this? How much hatred? Resentment?

However, without waiting for her to think about it, the person under him suddenly raised his upper body with difficulty, kicked her over, and then began to kick her in a random way, moving backward as if to escape while kicking.

Jun Yao's eyes were red, and there was a faint thought in his burned brain, run away, run away.

Can't, don't, so, run away!

He Qingxie didn't understand why Jun Yao was still looking like he was burning with desire, but now he was facing an enemy. She thought that the other party was afraid, so she pulled him back by his feet.

"Master, don't be afraid, it's okay."

Her restrained and patient soft comforting words were heard by Jun Yao, who was in a state of confusion, like a magic voice piercing her ears. She grabbed the sand in panic, but couldn't grab anything. A handful of sand loosely passed through her fingers Sew out.

He Qingxie dragged her and pulled her to the front. Tears were still on her face. She clearly wanted to possess madly, but now it turned into pity. ?The precious touch made her palpitate.

Jun Yao's eyes were out of focus, and her limbs were weak, as if the struggle to escape just now was just a reflection of the light, and the break free in this gap was just a last breath.

The inexplicable desire and the cold poison from the horn of the candle dragon made her exhausted, and finally trembled and became exhausted.

For the rest of the time, you can only let it do what you want.

She hated so much in her heart, as if her own whispered begging came from her ears, "You will destroy me", "Please, don't", "Don't..."

All her pleadings were nothing more than mud and rocks falling into the sea, which could not cause any waves, because the other party simply turned a deaf ear to her.

Jun Yao lost his strength? Lying in the yellow sand, under the sky like blue sea and blue sky, he closed his eyes in despair.

He Qingxie carefully opened the skirt of Chanyue's silver dress as if she were opening a scroll of astonishing talents. The contents of the scroll made her hands tremble.

The snow-covered beauty is suffocating and red-eyed.

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