Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

The appearance of villains is unexpected.

Su Changyi thought that He Qingxie could postpone coming out of the forbidden area for a few days until he recovered his health, or wait until he was completely enchanted, but he didn't expect the other party to be like this Can't wait.

Can't wait to come? Kill her!

The original fatigue was all gone from the noble and cold face, the cold light in Peach Blossom's eyes was more like murderous intent, Su Changyi was too lazy to talk nonsense with the villain, just in an instant, the wind passed by the temples, and the person had already changed to He Qing Before evil eyes?.

The cold wind brought up a burst of cool and delicate fragrance, mixed with the strange fragrance from He Qingxie's body, lingering in the cold library pavilion, and by the way, raised the hair around He Qingxie's ears.

At some point, the villain who was thrown into the forbidden area by Pinglan seemed to have taken height-enhancing drugs in just a few days.

The two of them were almost face to face, and He Qingxie could see her whole face clearly just by lowering his gaze, but she had to raise her head to see He Qingxie's eyes, and the top of her head was only up to the point of evil. the tip of the gangster's nose.

Su Changyi couldn't bear this blow for a while, and felt melancholy in his heart, but suddenly there was murderous intent in his eyes, and even disgust and hostility.

Sure enough, He Qingxie is more suitable for lying down!

The expression in Taohua's eyes was naturally seen by He Qingxie, but before he had time to understand those complex expressions and the reason for the back and forth switching emotions, the fierce palm style had already ?The veneer fan?.

"Snapped!"

He Qingxie turned his face away, there was buzzing in his ears, and his head was in a daze.

It took a while for He Qingxie to react, covered his face and cursed in a low voice, before he could summon his saber in time.

Seeing the red fingerprints on his face quickly, Su Changyi, who still felt very puzzled, directly raised his foot and kicked He Qingxie's knee mercilessly.

"Boom-"

The pear blossom wooden floor was squeezed out from the slit due to the impact? A few wisps of smoke and dust, He Qingxie knelt on the floor in pain, overflowing from his mouth? He groaned.

Su Changyi looked at her contemptuously, sneered, and said, "It's still comfortable to look at like this."

He Qingxie was speechless in his heart, and after a while, he said slowly: "It seems that Master's cultivation has already recovered to about [-]% or [-]%."

As she spoke, she wanted to get up, but just as she moved, the Fengshuang Sword wrapped in a layer of icy and snowy aura was already on her shoulders, pressing her to the floor.

The Fengshuang Sword pressed against He Qingxie's side face, and patted it twice. The five finger prints on it have not disappeared for the time being, the beautiful face, the beautiful palm prints, the two are put together, and they fit together seamlessly. of perfection.

Su Changyi admired it for a while, then recalled the words just now, pursed his lips and said with a sneer: "It doesn't need to be [-]% or [-]%, even [-]% can kill you."

He Qingxie was not afraid, looked at her, looked at her and smiled, and said, "Disciple? You treat Master with deep affection, you can show the sun and the moon. Didn't the joke just made Master angry?"

Su Changyi sneered and said, "Angry? He Qingxie, do you think you deserve to make me angry?"

The tip of the sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, moved from the shoulder to the delicate and slightly pointed chin, raising the opponent's face. He Qingxie was still kneeling on the ground with one knee, with his back straight, and a bright smile on his face Not only is there no anger or anger on the face, even the hatred has disappeared.If it wasn't for Su Changyi's understanding of the traitor's temperament, he would have subconsciously thought that the other party was just an ordinary disciple, and he knelt on the ground waiting to be punished out of respect for his master.

"Disciple? I also want to be worthy. Dare to ask Master, disciple? What can I do to make Master feel that disciple? Is worthy?"

At the same time, He Qingxie raised her finger to press on Liang Ke's shining sword, and pressed the Fengshuang sword away from her neck. During this period, she didn't encounter much hindrance. She didn't know what to think of, she lowered her head slightly, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Su Changyi undoubtedly noticed that the villain was laughing, and couldn't help frowning, "I want you to die."

"Disciple? I also want to 'die', why don't Master help me?" He Qingxie's voice was mixed with a smile.

Su Changyi had no doubts about him.

The villain raised his head? Su Changyi felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but it was quickly covered up by the overwhelming killing intent. The phoenix pupils in He Qingxie's eyes seemed blood-stained red, bloodshot, mixed with desire, more like A fire was burning inside.

For some reason, Su Changyi's heart was full of anger when he saw it, and his thin lips opened and closed again, and finally pursed into a straight arc.It's not that she hasn't seen this kind of look before, it's not that she has seen it in real society, but it's a dream, and it's in the memory preserved by Yaoyin God.

Under the lonely moonlit night, by the wet pool, in the colorful peach groves, in many places, no matter whether you are lying down or fully clothed, you will always have the opportunity to stare at such a pair of eyes full of desire and longing. .

When the desire is at its peak, it becomes aggressive.

But it's very inexplicable, now, how could He Qingxie do it?

Before he could finish thinking, the arc on Su Changyi's thin lips suddenly changed.

The villain pinched the sword body with his fingertips with lightning speed and kicked his legs to get up. Su Changyi only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and He Qingxie disappeared from his eyes. Suddenly, a pair of The slender but strong arms are wrapped around the waist that is not full of grip from behind, and the fingers that are a little longer than hers intercept the wrists that hit her backwards, so as to form a complete bondage Hugging posture, fixed her movements.

The scorching hot breath fell from the void, and gradually moved closer to the white earlobe, and the sweet and sweet fragrance was strong at the tip of the nose, as if the whole body was surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers.

He Qingxie's panting fell on the side of Su Changyi's face. She struggled, and heard He Qingxie's soft and slow voice, and said anxiously: "Master, help this disciple?"

"roll!"

"***, let me go?!"

Su Changyi struggled, but she didn't know what happened to He Qingxie in the forbidden area. She, who had recovered half of her cultivation base, couldn't make any money at all. One? Throw her to death.

"Help the disciple, right? Master." He Qingxie took a deep breath between the exposed neck, and said sadly, "Didn't the master often help the disciple before?"

before??often?

Su Changyi, who caught these two words by accident, had a blank mind. When did she... suddenly think of something, and Su Changyi's peachy eyes widened in surprise, "Get out! Let go! Help you out? !"

He Qingxie was obviously taken aback for a while, and the hand that was holding her waist also paused for a while, a little loose, and breathed straight into the depths of Su Changyi's cochlea, "What's on your mind?"

There was an itch in her ear, and Su Changyi only felt ashamed, and she cursed, "Damn it!"

He Qingxie: "..."

He Qingxie was dumbfounded when he heard it, and simply refused to listen if he didn't understand, letting Su Changyi struggle in her arms while cursing mercilessly, his white fingers wrapped around the hand holding the sword, Forcefully separated the tightly clenched fingers.

The Fengshuang Sword fell to the ground with a bang.

"Master's disciple? I really want to 'die', how about dying under the skirt of Master?"

"roll!"

A cool breeze blew by, and the candle on the desk did not move at all, only a drop of blood and tears fell from the wax oil, reflecting in the eyes of the two of them.

Su Changyi's head hurt from anger, but He Qingxie suddenly covered her mouth, leaned over her ear and blew again, and said softly, "Shhh!"

"Master, someone is here?"

In the dead of night, the entire Library Pavilion was completely silent, and the sound of footsteps from far and near could be vaguely heard. Can Su Changyi come here at this time? He can probably guess who it is, either Ping Lan or Lu Xingtong.

"Come here at this time? Cangshu Pavilion? It can't be that you're here to look for classics, right? Could it be that you're here to have a tryst with Master?"

He Qingxie was slick, while rubbing the place where the waistband was wrapped up and down with his long fingers, and then squeezed it twice, before letting go of his grip and curling the corners of his mouth.

The strength in the waist gradually loosened. Su Changyi elbowed the opponent's lower abdomen, trying to pull his right hand out of the opponent's hand. Although He Qingxie took two steps back in pain, his hand did not loosen, it was still strong and powerful Holding her tightly, it even hurts a little.

Su Changyi squinted at her in a dark way, picked up the Fengshuang sword with his feet neatly, took it with his left hand, then raised his hand and slashed at He Qingxie's arm. At the same time, he said sharply: "What next? Go to the forbidden place, as a teacher, I want to see how much ability you have grown!"

The cold air mingled with the Fengshuang Sword hit He Qingxie's face, fell on the eyes, and soon solidified into a layer of frost, dyeing the eyelashes white.

He Qingxie loosened his right hand quickly, without surprise or anger on his face, as if he had already guessed what would happen if he let go, even so, he still let go.

In just a few moments, the sword lights in the Zangshu Pavilion were dazzling, and there was a constant sound of cold weapons colliding. Both of them were fierce in their ultimate moves, and their swords were decisive. It was difficult to distinguish between the two.

This may not be a good thing for Su Changyi. The memory of Junyao Yinshen is huge and complicated, profound and fantastic. An ordinary monk may not be able to fully accept it in a short period of time, let alone a person in the real world. She has lived a long life in middle school, thinking about it this way, Su Changyi's killing power is getting weaker and weaker.

As soon as He Qingxie stabbed her with a sword, she dodged and dodged it. As soon as she let out a foul breath, she heard the evil disciple say arrogantly: "With this disciple, we should concentrate on recruiting the master. It's better. What if the master is injured, disciple? Isn't it big? Is it against the law?"

"You should still be worried about yourself!" Su Changyi poured the Fengshuang Sword with spiritual power, and the black and purple light condensed into an electric arc from the void and pierced into the sword body.

In a short breath, He Qingxie's expression froze, looking at the black and purple intertwined spiritual power, he wanted to continue to taunt and choked up.

"Master? Are you there?"

It was Lu Xingtong.

Hearing the sound of fighting, Lu Xingtong quickly found him. When he saw that the target of the fight was He Qingxie, and was about to call out his sword-wielding hand, he paused and said in surprise, "Junior Sister He? You... "She didn't see He Qingxie's figure today, and she didn't expect that he was in the Library Pavilion, and now she is directly fighting with Tong Junyao.

At the moment when Lu Xingtong's figure appeared, He Qingxie's face darkened immediately. Taking advantage of the gap between Su Changyi's moves, he simply grabbed her wrist and squeezed her. Hold on, "Master, let's go out? Let's fight," after saying that, he slashed open the window with a sword, and pulled people over the window.

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