Abandoned Immortals

Yu Lian raised her eyebrows heartily, and actually tasted something from Que Qingyun's series of questioning.

Que Qingyun condemned her for being alienated, but said nothing about the change in Jinlingshan.

Although her chin was pinched, there was a smile in Yu Lian's eyes, and she asked jokingly: "Master, is the disciple complaining about being ruthless?"

Que Qingyun looked at him with indifferent and cold eyes.

Yu Lian didn't care about her attitude, and continued as if no one else was there: "I know that I am lowly, and I am dying of illness, but I can't control my feelings. If the master spares my life, it is to persuade me to change my ways , I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint Master.”

The conversation between the master and the apprentice made Guo Yuyun confused, especially Yu Lian, who was completely insane.

Que Qingyun changed from grasping to caressing, and supported Yu Lianxin's chin with two fingers: "Master, I know that many of your scriptures are justifiable, but letting go will eventually become a disaster. Since you are a disciple of your master, how can you abandon you as a master?" Don't care?"

She let go of her hand, and Ren Yuxi backed away: "If you still think that Shi is a master, then come to Yuqing Residence."

She only said half of this sentence, but Yu Lian understood the second half of the sentence: If not, the relationship between you and me as a teacher and apprentice will stop here.

Que Qingyun turned and left, Guo Yu rolled his eyes at Yu Lian's heart, and quickly followed.

After a while, there was only a red dress left in the corridor, dancing with the wind.

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It was night, and Yu Lian seemed to smell a familiar fragrance in her sleep.

When her mind was touched, she became dazed and lustful again, her breathing became more and more heavy, and her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

She couldn't help curling up, her cheeks, ears, and delicate neck were all flushed with spring. She grasped the brocade quilt impatiently with her five fingers, and instinctively bent her legs.

The devil's poison scalded the evil lines under her navel red, Yu Lian's mind was blurred, but a tear dripped from the corner of her eyes.

Her limbs were sore and numb, her abdomen was slippery, and her physical discomfort was second to none. The gap between the gradually shortening poisonous hair and the piercing emptiness were like thousands of ants gnawing at her heart and spleen.

The reason is crumbling, and the desire is full, but it cannot be relieved.

But she was unwilling and did not dare to touch the only good medicine, lest she would be addicted to it and swallow her remaining self-esteem.

While in a trance, a warm and cool hand lightly touched her cheek, and the soft fingertips sank into the placket along her slightly raised neck.

The place where the fingertips touched seemed to be sprinkled with sweet rain, and the hotness in her heart had a channel to vent, and the burning pain eased slightly, followed by a more surging emotional tide.

She tried to open her eyes to see if the gentle touch came from her dream.

He touched her soft lips with his fingertips, and then a light kiss was printed on the center of her brow.

Her eyelids lifted a slit, and a clear and beautiful outline could be seen in her hazy vision.

"...Master." Yu Lian whispered intoxicatedly.

Half asleep and half awake, the remaining rationality prompted her to struggle hard, but Que Qingyun's hands were stronger, confining her in the narrow space within her arms.

With the scorching breath close at hand, Que Qingyun caressed her brows and eyes, bit her lips, and kissed the tip of her tongue gently.

There seemed to be whispers lingering in her ears obsessively, which was the tenderness that Que Qingyun had never shown in front of others.

"Do not be afraid."

In an instant, Yu Lian's heart felt hot, giving birth to false illusions.

It seems... Master loves her.

"Master..." The hoarse voice was filled with thick and low-pitched crying.

She gradually gave up resistance, wrapped her frail and boneless arms around Que Qingyun's shoulders, followed the rhythm of the person in front of her, opened her heart little by little, completely handed herself over to Que Qingyun's control, indulged her consciousness to be stranded, and her mind to sink.

I don't know if it's because she was in a trance because of emotion, but Que Qingyun seemed to be very familiar with her body, and could easily mobilize her emotions.

When her consciousness was hazy, she recalled the beautiful scenes, overlapping with the love-hate entanglement in her previous life.

The next life is also today, and a pale full moon hangs in the sky.

The two master and apprentice stayed overnight in a deserted temple. Que Qingyun's long-suppressed demonic poison broke out due to her injury. In just a few breaths, her reason was defeated, and she became insane and became a puppet of desire.

The usually cold and aloof person, with eyes full of passion, actually took the initiative to lick and kiss her fingertips.

She had never seen Master in such a state of embarrassment and pain.

Just like she is at this moment, infatuated and indulged, unable to control herself.

She hugged and kissed Que Qingyun, doing her best to vent her secret feelings.

At that time, she once thought that she had a master.

But after a night of spring breeze, Que Qingyun regained his senses, all thoughts were lost, and he wanted to kill himself with a sword.

It was Qin Jianfeng who came here, in the name of reconciliation, but in fact it was a threat, threatening that if Que Qingyun formed a Taoist couple with him, he would let the past go, and let Yu Lian's heart live.

It was also at this time that Que Qingyun finally understood that Ting Lanzong was full of sanctimonious hypocrites at his core.

She desperately took the master to escape, and accompanied the master's side day and night, Que Qingyun acquiesced in her closeness, but her character became more and more silent.

Although the last days in the memory of her previous life were dangerous, they were extremely happy for her.

Que Qingyun had frequent outbreaks of demonic poison, and they lingered every night, seeking pleasure on the couch.

She actually understood that the master had never had any affection for her, but was driven by the devil's poison and committed himself to her.

So all the ridiculous things she did in this life will not be forgiven.

She felt a warm spiritual flow pouring into her dantian from the magic pattern on her lower abdomen. This is the spiritual energy in the body of a person who has double cultivated with her. It will feed back and act on her body, and further accumulate meridians and strengthen her cultivation. It will also be more effective To suppress the demonic poison.

There is an essential difference between the dual cultivation of different bodies and her own solution to delay the poisonous effect.

The extremely tired man's eyelids trembled slightly, and he wanted to open his eyes to wake up, but he heard a soft whisper in his ears: "Xianxin, go to sleep."

This voice contained the magic power that Yu Lian couldn't resist, and the sliver of consciousness that had just been gathered quietly collapsed, Yu Lian tilted her head slightly, half of her cheek sank into the soft pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

Que Qingyun sat on the edge of the bed with his clothes half open, gently stroking Yu Lianxin's side face.

"Come as soon as you say, and leave as soon as you say." Her voice was very soft, as if she was sighing, "Where is the teacher?"

The same sentence as in the day, without missing a word, but because of the different tone, it shows a different meaning.

She gathered up her skirt, lay down beside Yu Lianxin with all her clothes, and stretched out her hand to embrace the person next to her into her arms.

A handful of silver frost sprinkled on the bedside, she recalled her previous life, when her soul was dying.

Yu Lian hugged her and gradually went to the dead body, crying heartbreakingly.

"In the next life, I don't want Master to rescue me." Yu Lian muttered to herself hoarsely, "Disciple...will not hurt Master anymore, please take care of Master."

After finishing speaking, she picked up Que Qingyun's saber and stabbed it into her chest. The warm blood soaked Que Qingyun's clothes, dyeing the white cloth into a fiery red.

Que Qingyun opened his eyes suddenly, and subconsciously looked at the sleeping person in his arms, his heart throbbing.

At the end of that memory, the scarlet blood vine pierced Yu Lian's wound, and a pair of mutilated wings stretched out from both sides of Yu Lian's spine.

Those dark eyes stared affectionately at the void, as if they had penetrated layers of cause and effect, and saw her soul.

The author has something to say:

It’s an early update today, mainly because we have to catch up with the final chapter of "Early Winter", and it will be a short day, so please bear with us, okay!

Everyone is welcome to actively guess the plot!Is the plot of this book not good? !