The villain master dressed as a sick and charming male protagonist

Demon Blade, who was sleeping soundly, felt a severe pain in his chest, and then he couldn't even breathe. His flesh and blood seemed to be pulled by something, and the pain caused him to roll directly from the bed to the ground.

The black pupils were directly scarlet.

It hurts so much!

The pain was so painful that the magic blade bit his lips to bleed out, and the pain made him roll on the ground regardless of his image.

The pain was so painful that the magic blade wanted to kill himself with a knife at this moment.

Yuehua hurriedly opened the door and came in. Seeing this scene, her face turned pale with fright: "Magic Blade, what's wrong with you? What's going on here?"

Yuehua ran over quickly, trying to support the magic blade, but he found that the magic blade was scalding all over his body, as if his whole body was on fire.

The clothes on his body were all soaked in sweat, and the usually stable Demon Blade couldn't help curling up on the ground, whimpering: "It hurts..."

Yuehua's brain is spinning fast, the magic blade is the sword spirit, the feeling of the sword spirit is also the feeling of the master, the pain the master endures will be more than double that of the sword spirit...

Even the magic blade rolled on the ground in pain, Yan Cangming... what's wrong?

"You wait for me, I'll go find the master!" After finishing speaking, Yuehua got up and wanted to run out.

Holding on to his last breath, the magic blade closed the door with a wave: "Don't... go!"

Yuehua was in a daze, turned around and shouted: "Magic Blade, if you don't save you, you will die!"

Demon Blade shook his head, since he was so painful that his whole body was about to split open, he had already felt the master's soul leaving his body.

Whether he is dead or not is not something that can be summed up in a simple sentence, he can even feel it.

The master didn't show any strange emotions at all. If Yuehua went, the plan would be ruined.

Demon Blade held back the feeling that he was about to faint from pain, and said, "It was me... who forcibly severed the connection with the master."

Yuehua was taken aback for a moment, then cursed secretly, and hurried over, her small body lifted the magic blade with great effort, and walked towards the bed shaking her legs.

"It's a big taboo for the sword spirit to forcibly leave its master's body, why didn't it hurt you to death?" Yuehua complained, while lifting the magic blade's leg onto the bed.

Immediately, he stretched out his palm, and the pure divine power was continuously injected into the body of the magic blade along with the weak light source.

"I am a god, you are a demon. The spiritual power is different, and the magic blade concentrates on transforming the divine power." Seeing the magic blade, he was stunned, and Yuehua couldn't help screaming again.

Mo Ren pursed his lips, a smile appeared on his pale face, he was not good at words, he didn't know how to comfort Yue Hua.

I had no choice but to be obedient silently, lying there, quietly transforming the divine power transmitted by Yuehua.

It's just that he didn't dare to absorb too much, if Yuehua was damaged, Immortal Venerable Xunli would also be affected.

The most important thing is that he couldn't bear Yuehua's consumption of his own spiritual power in order to save him.

And here...

In the darkness of the room, Xunli couldn't see Yan Cangming's expression clearly, only felt Yan Cangming's body shaking tightly, thinking it was because of the weather.

Pursing his lips, Xun Li seemed to have made up his mind, bent over, and arched under the quilt.

Yan Cangming understood what Xunli wanted to do almost instantly, reached out and fished out Xunli, held it in his palm, and kissed again and again.

It's confusion, it's a room full of absurdity.

Xunli's heartbeat was a little fast, and he was a little confused: "What you can do, I can do too."

The lofty Xunli Immortal Venerable, the future successor of the No. [-] Immortal Sect.

Now that he is willing to say these words, Yan Cangming thought, no matter how painful it is, it is worth it.

"Why...you think my technique is not good?" Seeing that Yan Cangming didn't speak for a while, Xun Li bit his lower lip, feeling a little embarrassed and uncomfortable, and felt a little useless.

who knew...

As soon as he said this.

But it made the boy laugh again and again.

Xun Li was stunned... ashamed: "Why... how..."

Yan Cangming raised his head, trying to suppress the voice that was about to come out from his lips, forced himself to be calm, his voice was steady, his trembling fingers slowly tightened, and he took Xunli into his arms: "This disciple loves Master so much, I like it so much It's too late, how can you dislike..."

The senses at this time speak louder than words.

But at this time, Xunli didn't realize what was wrong with Yan Cangming.

He just huddled in Yan Cangming's arms awkwardly, and asked, "Then... are you not interested tonight?"

To stop him again and again?

Yan Cangming's body hurts, nothing compares to heartache.

Look at his good master, how stupid he is.

He will not be interested in anyone, except for him...

But he couldn't let Xunli see his expression clearly, he was already in pain so much that his face was slightly grim, and after taking a few breaths, Yan Cangming stretched out his palm and rubbed Xunli's black hair: "No, there is business tomorrow, disciple I'm afraid..."

"Master will not be able to walk tomorrow."

In a word, Xunli's originally anxious heart calmed down a lot.

He believes that Yan Cangming definitely has this ability and strength.

"Then... let's go another day!" Xunli hurriedly withdrew from Yan Cangming's embrace, shrank to a corner, and wrapped himself in a quilt.

Yan Cangming pulled the corner of his lips with difficulty, this time he didn't go over immediately, he just joked: "If the master thinks about it tonight, it's not impossible for the disciple..."

Xunli blushed, and a muffled voice came from the corner: "Forget about tonight, you stay in the vacant room alone!"

Yan Cangming's lips were bitten, but his voice was a little hoarse, and he couldn't hear anything wrong: "In order to feel sorry for Master, this disciple has no choice but to humiliate himself for the time being..."

Through the quilt, Yan Cangming approached and hugged her.

He didn't dare to lift the quilt, as if he was fished out of the water, he could be easily spotted by Xunli.

Suppressing the trembling all over his body, Yan Cangming's words were still calm: "Master, can I cook a bowl of noodles for my disciple tomorrow morning..."

Tomorrow is the disciple's birthday.

Xunli was a little tired after a long day of driving. He had already prepared the gift, but he wanted to give it in advance today...

It's the same tomorrow night.

So Xunli nodded in a dazed way: "I'll make you some noodles tomorrow before doing other things."

Yan Cangming smiled, and hugged his master tighter, so that the pain would be lessened.

"That disciple will be lucky tomorrow! Since he recovered from his injury, this disciple hasn't eaten delicious food made by Master for a long time..."

Yan Cangming's words sounded a bit coquettish.

Xunli felt warm all over, and felt that his mind was not very clear, and he especially wanted to sleep.

But I still managed to answer Yan Cangming's words: "In the future, if you want to eat it anytime, I will make it for you as a teacher..."

The voice became lower and lower, and Xunli fell asleep while talking.

Yan Cangming hurriedly let go of Xunli, and bit the bedding with one bite, his eyes were covered with dense red bloodshots, making him terrified.

The legs are faintly showing the main body.

Yan Cangming couldn't help turning pale with shock, and quickly rolled off the bed, but he paid attention and didn't make any noise.

The legs immediately turned into thick snake tails, hovering around the house.

There was faint blood on the corner of Yan Cangming's lips.

original……

It was so painful to get away from the soul, but fortunately he didn't attack the master at the beginning.