I ran away after slacking my apprentice

Pluto's main seat is very wide, even if one person lies down, it is not a problem, but it is so wide, Ning Jiwei still feels that it is not enough, and there is no way to retreat, in the end he can only touch the edge of the main seat.

The main seat is made by Hanyu. Originally, Ning Jiwei was a ghost when he first entered the underworld, and he had no sense of the climate of the underworld or even the spiritual power in this hall, but now it is different after reshaping his body.

Ning Jiwei could clearly feel the coolness of the cold jade on the throne, and even Murong Yan sat next to him, the oppressive feeling that seemed to be there was very obvious...

Is this... Murong Yan's purpose of reshaping his body?To make him suffer more?Or……

Murong Yan leaned down, put his hands on Ning Jiwei's side, his breath was cold, "Is Master afraid?"

Ning Jiwei was stiffened by the overwhelming pressure, he moved his neck back, he really didn't want to get so close to Murong Yan.

"You really should be afraid..." Murong Yan lowered his gaze, and raised his fingertips to rest on the side of Ning Jiwei's neck. He slowly rubbed along the neckline, and there was a trace of spiritual power hidden under his temperatureless fingertips, " After all, it is not my king who does not take revenge."

"It's just, how to punish Master...Master, why don't you guess?" Murong Yan elongated his tone, and the trace of spiritual power from his fingertips suddenly pressed down, passing through the skin of Ning Jiwei's neck, floating in Ning Jiwei's body. In vivo.

The spiritual power seemed to be some kind of signal, causing the system in Ning Jiwei's body to suddenly plunge into darkness.

The spiritual power traveled along the meridians, echoing the trace of spiritual power that Murong Yan had used to shape his physical body before, when the two met, the blood in Ning Jiwei's body became restless.

The restlessness of the blood caused Ning Jiwei's face to flush, and he couldn't tell what it was like, but the mortal body was really uncomfortable under the alternation of cold and heat, Ning Jiwei shook his head uncontrollably, "You...don't be like this..."

"Oh?" Murong Yan laughed lightly, but his eyes were full of hostility.Every inch he moved down with his fingertips, the spiritual power in Ning Jiwei's body became agitated, until finally, the waist belt was completely removed...

Ning Jiwei stuck to the edge of the main seat without any gaps, once the cold jade touched the skin, the cold feeling would penetrate the bones.

"Master... do you know? I have lived for tens of thousands of years, and the thing I hate the most is seeing you die with my own eyes, but why do you... make me hate you again and again?" Murong Yan said in that voice The bite is heavy, with a hint of gnashing of teeth.

His fingertips came up suddenly, and his spiritual power surged.

"Don't touch me!" Ning Jiwei's tone changed, sweat dripped from his forehead.

Murong Yan's spiritual power was like a venomous drug, which made it difficult for him to control himself, and made him reveal the most unbearable side in his heart.

This kind of torture was worse than the pain, Ning Jiwei's face became even more blushing, he used all his strength at the moment to grab Murong Yan's hand, preventing Murong Yan from making any further movements.

"I..." Ning Ji panted slightly, and spoke again with great difficulty, "I don't want to use you, but I... I have no choice."

The main task is right in front of him, and it is impossible for Ning Weiwei to give up the main task, not to mention that the system says that Murong Yan is the master?Didn't Murong Yan know about the system he created?

Forcing Ning Jiwei to make a choice, but in the end he made the wrong choice and lost his temper to punish Ning Jiwei. If this fucking Murong Yan is not a pervert, who is a pervert?

"Is there no choice?" Murong Yan leaned his head on Ning Ji's shoulder, and sneered very lightly, "If Master was willing to look back at me at that time, if he was willing to let go of the obsession in his heart, we would not have come to the same place. Now this step!"

"You failed to ascend that day, and I saw your body annihilated with my own eyes. From that day on, your good apprentice Murong Yan died!"

Murong Yan raised his head, pinched Ning Jiwei's chin forcefully, there was a trace of madness in his eyes, which seemed to be suppressed for a long time.

"For you, I slashed myself and died!" He said every word with a stern tone.

As the words fell, the spiritual power in the hall hummed presumptuously, and the spiritual power in Murong Yan's body surged, and all of it fell on Ning Jiwei.

The spiritual power in Ning Jiwei's body was echoed by that spiritual power, and it moved quickly through his meridians. The feeling of blood boiling and the strange feeling in his heart that he couldn't bear to be awakened all stimulated him.

Ning Jiwei felt his scalp was about to explode, he was sweating profusely at that moment, and tightly clenched the edge of the cold jade.

The fingertips were pinched white, and they had exhausted all their strength, as if they were about to break off in an instant.

But at this moment, Murong Yan's complexion changed, the madness in his eyes faded, and he changed to a cold but frivolous look.

"Fortunately, I am the King of Hades. No matter how much Master tries to avoid me, it is useless. You... are mine!"

The shadow under his fingertips snapped the string in Ning Jiwei's mind, and he said angrily, "Murong Yan! Get the hell out of here!"

Those words were indeed full of anger, but under the current situation, Ning Jiwei couldn't avoid Murong Yan at all, so that when he said those words, no matter how tough his voice was, his tone changed.

On the contrary, it is a deceptive poison.

"It's late." Murong Yan applied a spell, and Ning Jiwei's hands were tied up with ropes.

Murong Yan lowered his head, and spoke next to Ning Jiwei's ear, with a somewhat ambiguous tone, "The punishment... just started now, I just don't know how long Master can last?"

"You...uh..." Ning Jiwei's voice stopped abruptly, his hands were bound and he couldn't use any strength at all, so he had to let Murong Yan...

"Don't..." Ning Ji trembled slightly, shaking his head uncontrollably.

But helplessly, Murong Yan is really too bad, not only using his spiritual power, but also in other aspects... Even at this time, Murong Yan deliberately blocked...

It's as if the game has been cleared to the last second, and the copy is about to be cleared, but the power of the computer is cut off.

Ning Jiwei couldn't help but glared at Murong Yan, but his eyes were watery and the tails of his eyes were swaying red, which was really pitiful.The appearance of being bullied ruthlessly did not have the slightest threat at all.

"What? Master can't hold on anymore?" Murong Yan breathed maliciously on the side of Ning Jiwei's neck, even the breath was filled with spiritual power, "Master please, I'll give it to you, how about it?"

That intimate attitude made Ning Jiwei quite angry, but the spiritual power in his body was not in control, and the spiritual power with Murong Yan's aura screamed wildly, obliterating all of Ning Jiwei's perceptions.

Nima's...perverted...

Ning Jiwei gritted his teeth and cursed countless times.

The shadow of that person was covered on his body, and the dark color stopped below, Ning Ji raised his head slightly, the sweat on his forehead trickled down one by one, dripping down the profile of his face, and sank into the cold jade.

"Please..." Ning Jiwei finally couldn't bear it, her voice was very soft, even trembling slightly.

Murong Yan leaned down compassionately, kissed the corners of Ning Ji's slightly sweaty eyes, and said in a low voice, "Call me by name."

Ning Jiwei seldom obeyed, calling out: "A Yan..."

That intimate title completely ignited the atmosphere in the hall, and even the coldness of Han Yu couldn't extinguish the heat of the world.

Desire takes root at that moment, and instantly becomes a towering tree.

The depressing voice filled the entire hall, and even the glimmer of light on the top floor of the hall could not bear to be watched, and it disappeared in a lonely way.

In the darkness, Murong Yan hugged Ning Jiwei and kissed her.

"Uh..." Ning Jiwei's eyes suddenly became confused, and after the confusion, he took short breaths, carrying a strong sense of powerlessness and burnout.

He leaned against the edge of the main seat as if he was exhausted, and felt that it was difficult to move a single finger.

"What are you looking at?" Sensing that Murong Yan's gaze was focused somewhere, Ning Jiwei couldn't avoid it, so he took a breath and reminded him.

"Why..." Murong Yan caressed Ning Jiwei's heart, a scar appeared there for some reason, which was very abrupt on Ruyu's skin.

The location of the scar happened to be left by Ning Jiwei taking the power of the Heart Vessel in the dungeon of Yuanhe Village in the past.

"Don't look..." Ning Jiwei wanted to raise his hand to block Murong Yan's sight, but he really didn't have the strength to do so, so he had to tilt his head so that he couldn't see it.

The scar clearly disappeared before Ning Ji entered the underworld, but perhaps because of the reshaping of the body, the ghost's old heart injury was brought out.

It is an eyesore to look at.

Murong Yan narrowed his eyes, looked at it for a long time, then bit the tip of his tongue, a drop of blood dripped out and landed on the scar.

A person in charge of the underworld like Pluto, his body has long been completely assimilated by the endless hostility of the underworld. A body full of lifeless energy does not have much blood, so even a trace of blood is precious, let alone dripped on the ground. Ning Ji was indifferent to the drop of blood on his heart.

That drop of blood contained powerful spiritual power. If other people in the underworld saw it, they would be flattered and want to drink that blood.

But even so, their honorable Pluto gave this kind of thing that the ghosts dreamed of at this moment, but the purpose is only...to erase the scar on Ning Jiwei's heart.

The spiritual power contained in the fresh blood was too strong, making Ning Jiwei's heart burn, he felt a little uncomfortable, and he was not willing to continue.

After all, as a man, Ning Jiwei didn't care if he had some scars on his body.

But Murong Yan was very concerned, he couldn't see that there was any scar on Ning Jiwei's body, even if it was a trace, it would remind him of certain past events.

It was a sense of powerless frustration.

He hated himself for not being able to protect Ning Jiwei.

Murong Yan didn't give Ning Jiwei a chance to speak, he immediately covered up and kissed the scar mixed with blood.

In that kiss, Murong Yan's blood melted into Ning Jiwei's heart, and also erased the scar on his heart.

The scar disappeared, and Ning Jiwei's skin returned to its original unobstructed appearance, looking as smooth as jade, even at this moment, there was still sweat on the skin.

Sweaty, bloody.

Murong Yan's gaze paused for a moment, and the madness in his eyes was drawn out again.

He carried Ning Jiwei away from the main seat.

When he left the main seat and walked deep into the hall, Ning Jiwei was still a little dazed.

By the time he reacted, the two were already some distance away from the main seat.

Wait... this posture!

Ning Jiwei sensed the danger, he struggled hard, "Isn't it already..." At this point, his face was blushing, and his voice stopped in his throat.

"I've changed my mind." Murong Yan smiled without warmth.

He didn't say there was only one punishment.

After the main seat is the bed, and the underworld has no distinction between day and night, and they still have a long time before the political affairs come.