After the rebirth, the master takes orders and asks him

After Xie Jincheng left, Yun Rong's face became colder and colder, as if she was carrying a thousand layers of frost and snow, her brows were tightly knit together, and the years of coldness on her face seemed to be able to frostbite people.

But his appearance is bright and charming, every feature of his facial features is just right and delicate, and his appearance is very attractive.

The eyes contain three winter snows, and the bun is full of spring.

Many disciples once said that if he hadn't always kept such a cold face, he would definitely be a peerless beauty. Even if he didn't cultivate, relying on this face would be a disaster for the country and the people in the mortal world.

But obviously, Yun Rongzhi is not here.

He practiced the ruthless way, cold-hearted and cold-hearted.

The disciples of Changming Peak did not dare to bother him, and avoided him from a distance.

Until a gorgeous flame was ignited in the dark night, the pot exploded in Changming Mountain with a cry of exclamation

- "Fire!"

All the disciples rushed to the place where the fire broke out, but when they arrived, their eyes widened in disbelief.

Yun Rong stood in front of the courtyard where Xie Jincheng used to live, the snow color under the moonlight and his white hair complemented each other, the spiritual flame was burning in his hand, and the ashes of the raging fire were in front of him.

Fire is contained in clouds.

The Wuhui Peak disciple standing beside him looked astonished.

"Elder... Elder?"

He came here under the order of the suzerain, and one was to congratulate Yun Rong for winning the Chuci, successfully becoming the youngest elder in the history of the punishment hall.

On the other hand, Yun Rong returned to the suzerain to terminate the master-student relationship with Xie Jincheng, so the suzerain accepted a new disciple for him.

That disciple stood quietly in the snow, handsome and well-behaved, he was extremely talented, and he came from a royal family in the mortal world, so his status was also noble.

"Disciple Mu Se, pay homage to Master."

He quietly looked at Yunrong, his handsome eyebrows and eyes were full of admiration.

He thought that in terms of identity, status, and talent, no one in the entire Wanjian Sect was more qualified than him.

But the next moment, the expression on his face shattered.

Yun Rong directly set fire to the disciples' courtyard that was built at the beginning.

Mu Se clearly knew that only one person had lived in this courtyard since its establishment and from beginning to end.

"I am not your master."

The voice was so cold that there was no emotion, and the last cluster of flames on the white fingertips went out.

"In my whole life, I only accept one disciple."

This person is Xie Jincheng.

The disciple of Wuhui Peak's eyes were full of fear, as if he was spying on some terrible secret.

The elders of the Punishment Hall carry out punishments, and even the suzerain has no right to intervene. One person is under ten thousand, but he belongs to the sect all his life. Only ruthless people can be competent. If he breaks the precept, he will surely die!

But he also thought that that person has left today, and he will never have any entanglements with this elder in this life.

The lights were turned off, and the room was suddenly plunged into endless darkness, making it difficult to breathe.

Yun Rong lay down with her clothes on, closed her eyes and unconsciously saw Xie Jincheng's back when he left.

He frowned, there was some movement outside the door, and a familiar voice sounded in his ear:

"Master?"

Yun Rong immediately recognized that it was Xie Jincheng's voice, and was startled.

hallucinations?

Xie Jincheng yelled and saw that there was no answer in the room, so he tiptoed in.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Yun Rong lying down with his eyes closed. He paused for a moment, then quietly moved to the side of the bed and whispered: "Master?"

Yun Rong closed her eyes and still didn't make a sound.

Fell asleep?

Just right.

He stretched out his hand towards the person on the bed, but at this moment, the dark clouds covered the moon, and the only light in the room was also hidden, Xie Jincheng couldn't see anything clearly.

He could only touch Yunrong's chest inch by inch based on his feeling, and every time he moved, Yunrong's heart beat faster.

It was a feeling he had never felt before.

The sound of hands stroking the fabric could be clearly heard in the room, accompanied by Xie Jincheng's breathing close at hand.

Xie Jincheng became a little impatient after searching all over his body but couldn't find it.

Where is the pure Jun sword?

Seeing that the person on the bed didn't respond at all, feeling the heartbeat of his subordinates, a crazy idea slowly came to his mind, getting stronger and stronger.

--kill him!

Xie Jincheng lowered his head and clung to Yunrong's ear, calling softly:

"Master? Are you asleep?"

There is no answer.

Holding his breath, his five fingers turned into claws, through the thin layer of clothes, he ruthlessly dug down at Yunrong's heart!