After Mo Zun was born, every day was an asura field

Bian Ze's breath was slightly heavy, his brows and eyes were covered with a layer of frost, and he met Baili Yan's eyes without any concealment.

Since the master already knew his true nature, Bian Ze did not hold back, telling the other party to see clearly.

Bailiyan did see clearly.

As early as the first time he saw Bian Ze, he noticed that the other party's attitude at the moment was very abnormal.

Not like the kind of abnormality that reveals the nature, but...

"What are you angry about?"

Baili Yan stared at the past, his voice was flat, with no ups and downs, but there was a hint of helplessness in it.

Hearing this, Bian Ze flattened his lips a little bit, and his tense face surprisingly calmed down in an instant, but he still had a bit of resentment and jealousy when he spoke, "I'm not angry. .”

As for whether he is really out of breath, only he himself knows.

If you talk about anger, Bian Ze is indeed angry.

Ever since he saw Wen Huai and Master coming out of the main hall together, Bian Ze could hardly suppress the anger in his heart, and when he saw the blush on his ears and cheeks, he understood everything.

The jealousy in his heart almost didn't make Bian Ze lose control on the spot.

But when he saw that the master really came to see him after receiving his voice transmission, and heard the master speak to him in such a tone, Bian Ze felt that the countless chaotic emotions in his heart were calmed down at this moment.

Bailiyan didn't believe his words, but he could feel that Bian Ze had indeed calmed down at this moment.

After a while, I only heard him say: "If there is nothing wrong, then go back." I think the competition with Wen Huai is almost over.

Right now, what the two of them are staying in is a green bamboo grove that feeds spiritual pets on the back peak of Qingyan Peak. After a round of kung fu, the competition should almost tell the winner.

Hearing this, Bian Ze frowned subconsciously, "I have something to do."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards Bailiyan and reminded him: "Master has not forgotten what the disciple said yesterday."

What Bian Ze said yesterday was not to use the magic weapon of natal life in exchange for a small wish of his.

Baili Yanmeifeng raised his eyebrows slightly, it was clear that he was simply standing there, but the aura surrounding him was enough to make people dare not look at him closely.

Bian Ze's eyes unconsciously showed longing, and his heart couldn't stop the excitement.

His master is so powerful, he just glanced at him lightly, and the disdainful attitude he showed made Bian Ze obsessed, even...

crazy.

In his previous life, he was suppressed by others, and Bian Ze grew up in an environment full of dangers, killing and blood.

It is also walking towards death in the sea of ​​corpses.

What Bian Ze saw the most was still death.

Therefore, he has a crazy desire for strength, only in this way can he become the master.

Master yourself, and master others as well.

Now, this kind of longing has caused Bian Ze to have a crazy idea for his master, the one who dragged him from hell to the world, and that strong desire screamed loudly to Bian Ze Occupation. Have. Desire.

He is outrageous.

He has no regard for human relations.

He wants to possess his master.

Blood color gradually appeared in Bian Ze's eyes, staring at Bailiyan's face, his breathing gradually became rapid, and his Adam's apple kept moving up and down.

At the same time, he heard the clear voice that could pull him away from his messy thoughts at any moment.

"I didn't forget."

Bailiyan looked back at Bian Ze.

A little curious about the latter's wish to give up his wish to refine his natal magic weapon in exchange for him, and then contacting Bian Ze's performance at the moment, Bailiyan's interest was aroused.

He stared at Bian Ze with great interest, opened and closed his lips, and said, "Have you figured it out?"

After finishing speaking, Bailiyan quietly waited for Bian Ze to continue. He really wanted to know what kind of wish had such great charm.

Bian Ze's eyes flickered slightly, and while the hem of his clothes was shaking, he walked straight to a step away from Bailiyan and stopped. At the same time, there was a faint tendency to continue forward on the tip of his toes, but he stabilized at the end, and turned back to Bailiyan. Said: "Master, do you really want to know?"

Bailiyan nodded slightly.

Bian Ze smiled, with the long and narrow eye tails raised upwards, looking quite happy, "Since the master wants to know, the disciple will tell the master...but before that..."

While speaking, Bian Ze paused for a moment, and did not continue, his opened lips slowly closed, his gaze fixed on Bailiyan, waiting for the latter to ask first.

In the end, as he wished, Bailiyan followed his words, "Speak."

When he asked this question, Bailiyan didn't realize at all that if it was him in the past, according to his heart, he would have already thrown his sleeves and left.

Even though as Zheyuan Mozun, no one in Anling Continent would dare to neglect him.

But unconsciously, Bailiyan lowered the bottom line of his apprentices again and again, but he himself didn't notice it at all...even a little conniving.

Bian Ze sensed his connivance, and couldn't help but feel happy about it.

However, when he thought that such indulgence did not belong to him alone, the joy disappeared in an instant.

Bian Ze's eyes gradually darkened, and he was silent for a while before speaking again: "Before that..."

Before that, the master had to stand and let him wipe off the other breaths on the master one by one, and leave his own smell little by little until only his and the master's breath remained.

In the end, these two breaths merged and merged into one.

Thinking of this, Bian Ze's breathing gradually became heavy, and he was deeply attracted by the thoughts in his mind, so crazy that he wanted to take action one by one and turn them into reality.

After pausing for a few breaths, the remaining sliver of rationality suppressed Bian Ze's desire. He continued, "I want Master to give me a hug."

More than once, Bian Ze licked his lips, didn't finish his sentence, but just looked at his master with burning eyes.

This is not the first time Bailiyan has heard the word hug, and it was said by several of his apprentices.

Different from the hug that Gu Lianyi said, Bian Ze wanted him to take the initiative to hug him, and it was also different from Wen Huai's hug, the latter came over to hug him on his own initiative.

When he fell into deep thought, Bailiyan had to think deeply why his three apprentices were so obsessed with this.

Bailiyan was puzzled, "Why do you want to hug you for the teacher?"

How does this benefit spiritual practice?

Bailiyan, who has never experienced love and has no understanding of it, did not connect it.

Although he didn't dislike these apprentices, he still couldn't resist this kind of overly intimate behavior.

Such an action was too enthusiastic, as if it carried a temperature that could easily burn others. Although Bailiyan didn't want to take the initiative to stay away, he didn't want to take the initiative to approach.

Bian Ze vaguely sensed Master's resistance, and he felt at ease. He could tell from just one tiny detail that it was not Master who took the initiative to contaminate other auras... but those auras that polluted his Master.

It's okay... Bianzawa thought.

Suddenly, Bian Ze laughed lowly, he frowned, and opened his lips at the same time, "Since Master doesn't hug..."

Saying that, Bian Ze stretched out his hand, stepped forward, and hugged the master who stood defenseless against him in his arms.

The smiling voice showed Bian Ze's happiness at the moment. He tilted his head slightly, seemingly inadvertently, the corner of his lips brushed against the master's ear, and said with a faint smile: "The disciple just I can come by myself."

Meanwhile the sound continued.

"Hold the master."

The author has something to say: Tsk, little lunatic

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