Vicious villains always roll over [Quick Transmigration]

Miaomiao, please...

wake up……

He sinks and floats in the darkness, pulling him into the abyss.

[The host is about to wake up, you have been in a coma for more than three months, if you don't wake up, your Taoist partner will go crazy. 】

[Fuck, it's so scary, the paranoia of this horse has broken through a hundred. 】

Xiao Jiujiu witnessed with her own eyes that the demon cultivator was brutally murdered by Rong Ning, his hands and feet were cut off, and he became a human pig, and his soul could never enter reincarnation.

It seemed to see the signs of blackening, and felt a burst of fear.

[Host, if you don't settle the love debt you provoked, you and I can't live without you in this world! 】

Xiao Jiujiu was so cowardly that she didn't dare to show her face, so she could only chatter about calling for the soul of her host.

The young man in white robe lay on the azure spirit stone, his eyes were closed tightly, and his curly black eyelashes were like the fluff of a young bird.

The breathing is so shallow that it cannot be heard.

Under Xiao Jiujiu's unremitting efforts, the breathing of the person on the bed changed.

Just as Ji Miao opened his eyes, a mark of warmth and softness was branded on the corner of his mouth.

The exhaled breath is a little cold and a little unstable.

"Miaomiao, where does it hurt?"

It was only then that Ji Miao saw Rong Ning.

The lips of the friar in white trembled slightly, his beautiful face was pale, and his thin lips lost their color. Holding his hands, he continuously sent spiritual energy to his dilapidated body.

The moment he met his gaze, the clear eyes of the monk in white suddenly lit up.

In front of outsiders, Qing Ze Zun, who was cold-hearted and calm, was shaking violently with the hand holding the jade bottle.

It took half a day to pour out the elixir.

Except that Ji Miao couldn't use his strength, everything else was fine.

Thinking of what the system said just now, his eyes sank.

The jade bottle in his hand was picked up, and Ji Miao poured out the elixir.

The jade bottle was placed on the bed casually.

"Master... hug me..."

He has not spoken for a long time, his voice is low and hoarse.

The young man tugged on Rong Ning's robe with his beautiful hands, and he realized that Rong Ning's robe was a little wrinkled.

The monk in white carefully picked up the boy, as if it was a fragile object.

Ji Miao swallowed the elixir, stood up, and printed it on the lips of the monk in white.

Rong Ning subconsciously hugged the young man's thin waist

Because of his impotence, this kiss was lingering and delicate, Rong Ning could only remain indifferent in a daze.

The pill melted between their lips and teeth.

Only then did the lips that had lost their color turn red.

Rong Ning stopped trembling, he seemed to be in a dream, he didn't care about world affairs in March, and didn't close his eyes.

He didn't dare to stop for a moment to send spiritual power into his Miaomiao body, protecting his heart, and still alive. At the same time, if there was a slight mistake, the person would never be able to wake up.

He has used all the treasures of heaven and earth, and his Miaomiao has not yet woken up.

He also thought about wanting his Miaomiao to never wake up again, so he waited and waited.

The monk in white quietly blushed, ignoring the tingling pain coming from his meridians.

Fear and helplessness overwhelmed him, he lowered his eyes, and at this moment the young man in his arms put his restless heart back.

"There's nothing a kiss can't fix. 』

In the system space, the ending sound of Miao is raised, a little proud.

Xiao Jiujiu: I really want to hate you.

Ji Miao proposed to go out for a walk.

I thought that Rong Ning would agree, but unexpectedly he refused firmly.

It was like a broken doll to him, and in the next few days, he was force-fed with a lot of strange-tasting water and pills.

After Rong Ning left, Xiao Jiujiu dared not come out.

【Host, your body can no longer absorb spiritual energy naturally. 】

[The protagonist has devoted himself to cultivation, and has reached the late stage of the out-of-body period. 】

"What about Rongning? 』

【Rong Ning suppressed his own cultivation, so far, it seems that he is almost unable to suppress it. 】

When Ji Miao got off the coffin, the brilliance flowed in her eyes.

Everything is expected.

Ji Miao touched the barrier of the cave, and was restrained by Rong Ning.

He didn't know that the Linqing sect was mostly in chaos.

Moxiu seemed to be enraged, and in the presence of a master, he wantonly killed the mortal monks, even captured the monks, and used the monks as a furnace.

Most of the demon cultivators killed disciples of Lin Qingzong.

Pei Zhi was furious.

The other sects seemed to know something, and they stood by and watched.

Linqingzong is now isolated and helpless.

On that day, Pei Zhi sent invitations to other sects, Rong Ning was in charge, they all came, but they kept their mouths shut, tried their best to evade and flatter them.

As a result, Pei Zhi became angry and almost hit someone.

"Capture the thief first and capture the king first, why not ask Your Majesty to personally take the life of the devil."

The suzerain of the Qingyan sect put forward this opinion.

Pei Zhi felt his heart pounding and was angry.

He knew that his younger brother didn't want to go, and his younger brother wished he could be with his apprentice every day!

The other sects were afraid of getting into trouble, so they refused to let go. They wanted to see both sides lose out in the fight, and it would be best for Lin Qingzong to be wiped out, and they would carve up the huge spiritual veins.

Rong Ning is sitting in the upper position, his eyes are not focused, he really wants to leave to accompany Miaomiao.

He recently refined some elixir, his Miaomiao is afraid of bitterness and sweetness, and he has been thinking about the taste for a long time.

Rong Ning smoothed the folds on the white robe.

His Miaomiao can no longer practice.

The spiritual vein was broken, and any pills and spiritual waters were useless.

Those who cannot cultivate, whether they are spiritual objects or humans, will die after their lives are exhausted.

He doesn't want to let go, neither the person nor the soul.

Rong Ning closed his eyes, covering his dark pupils.

There is a medicine in the upper realm that can reshape meridians.

……

Ye Zhuo was in a hurry, and while Rong Ning was fighting Moxiu, he rescued the other peak masters and disciples.

Pei Zhi was naturally overjoyed and bestowed many natural treasures, including those defensive spiritual weapons from the previous life.

Then he broke through Nascent Soul.

Enter the Treasure Pavilion to choose your favorite treasure.

He seemed to see that fate was on the right track.

During the period, he also bumped into Jimiao, and his eyes sank.

He didn't expect that Jimiao didn't die.

As a qualified villain, Ji Miao stepped forward.

There is a certain emotion in the eyes: "I am not dead, are you disappointed?"

"Of course I'm extremely disappointed."

Ye Zhuo set up a barrier, but the words of the two did not spread.

"You are so ruthless, this body is also a shark's."

Mentioning Merman, Ye Zhuo exploded, staring at Jimiao with deep eyes: "You impostor is not qualified to replace him."

"Re-command, do you think you will go on the path of the previous life?"

The first three words were spat out harshly from the boy's soft mouth, revealing what Ye Zhuo had been thinking.

Ye Zhuo had to re-examine Jimiao, he thought that Jimiao was some lonely ghost.

"I made a deal with him, that you will not be able to ascend for the rest of your life."

The boy's eyes were so clear that he seemed to be able to see through him, extremely evil.

Ye Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes.

Heart beats fast.

is a dream.

……

Being harassed by demon cultivators for a long time, Lin Qingzong had no choice but to recall those disciples.

Ji Miao looked at the monk in white who combed his hair in the mirror, how did he feel that Rong Ning was tired of being around him every day, and he was not allowed to go out because he had no good reason.

The monk in white inserted a white jade hairpin for him, and began to warm and nourish his meridians every day.

Ji Miao is a restless person, he pulls out the hairpin, and the freshly combed hair falls down.

"Master, I want to go out."

The silence of the monk in white has already explained everything, he can no longer bear to lose his Miaomiao.

He knew that the sect was in chaos now.

Ji Miao looked at Rong Ning for a while.

When she got out of bed, she was pulled into her arms by Rong Ning, and sighed softly, "Miaomiao is good, I can find anything you want."

Ji Miao turned her head, the corners of the eyes of Nong Li's eyes were full of evil: "Can I do anything?"

There was warmth on the lips, and the friar in white made a low promise next to his ear: "Anything is fine."

Ji Miao pushed the man down and said nasty words, he was already a little displeased with being imprisoned by Rong Ning for so long.

The monk in white was very obedient, even though he was stripped/naked, he still looked indulgently and dotingly at the young man on him.

Do your best to ignore the weirdness on your body.

It feels familiar.

Ji Miao pinched something on the chest of the person below her.

He wasn't so lustful, he just found it interesting to see Rong Ning's reaction.

The friar in white is at the mercy of others, he really fell into the mortal world like a fairy.

It is said that people in bed are the best liars.

He clung to Rong Ning's ear, speaking soft words.

Even though Rong Ning's eyes are blurred, and he still remembers that Miaomiao will be hurt if he goes out, he still refuses to compromise.

So soft that Ji Miao ran out of patience.

Jumping off the bed, being grabbed by Rong Ning's wrist, he met Rong Ning's slightly blurred eyes.

"Did Miaomiao stop playing?"

Ji Miao's eyes were already cold, and he called out the Wufang Sword, pointing the sword at Rong Ning for the first time.

"Master knows my temperament."

Soft ones are not good, he can only come hard ones.

He felt that he had tolerated Rong Ning enough. He also knew that he couldn't beat Rong Ning, but at the same time he knew how to make Rong Ning uncomfortable.

He was used to being casual, watching Rong Ning straighten up, his complexion turned from pink to pale.

Rong Ning seemed to have been greatly stimulated, and muttered: "Miaomiao pointed a sword at me..."

The atmosphere between the two was finally broken by a paper crane.

It was Pei Zhi's paper crane that flew into Rong Ning's eyebrows.

Since Pei Zhi couldn't get in last time, he asked for a few paper cranes from Rongning just in case.

Your Majesty, the suzerain... the suzerain is gone!

……

Seeing that Rong Ning didn't respond, Ji Miao kissed Rong Ning simply and roughly.

Seeing that Rong Ning regained his blood color.

He wanted to quit, but was pushed back by the monk in white, with such force that it seemed as if he was about to peel him off, his eyes were red.

"Master is so casual, I just want to go out."

"Miaomiao, don't scare me from now on."

"it is good."

Ji Miao lowered her eyes, covering her indifferent expression, thinking of Xiao Jiujiu's words, he couldn't provoke Rong Ning too much.

When Ji Miao pointed his sword at Rong Ning, he suddenly remembered that there was Rong Ning's spiritual power in his body, and the same source of spiritual power could release the restriction with a little effort.

He watched Rong Ning leave.

Covering himself with Rong Ning's spiritual power, and using up some spiritual energy, he came out.

[Why didn't the host tell Rong Ning that the protagonist hurt you. 】

"I'd rather watch the protagonist walk into the abyss step by step. 』

Ji Miao's eyes reflected the familiar environment, with curved eyes.

"Did you tell the protagonist that dream? 』

[Passed. 】

Now Ji Miao can only watch the protagonist blacken, after all, the protagonist has a demon in his heart.

The monks in this world are most afraid of demons.

Ji Miao felt something was wrong with her surroundings, and it was eerily quiet.

In the next second, his eyes went black.

……

The sky became dark, and the clouds danced with lightning.

Ye Zhuo looked at the demon cultivators in front of him with gloomy brows, he didn't expect Lei Jie to arrive so soon.

The Moxiu in front of him looked at him with some kind of dirty eyes, and his Qingshuang sword immediately killed Moxiu.

He had to find a place to survive the thunder disaster.

……

When Pei Zhi was found, his whole body was covered in blood. He pulled Rong Ning's sleeves, breathing weakly: "Go back... Tune the tiger away from the mountain... Zongmen..."

If you don't sit in town during the Mahayana period, you will lose your life-saving hole card.

From the very beginning, what those demon cultivators wanted was to destroy Linqingzong, let Linqingzong's disciples go down the mountain, and encourage Peizhi to come out.

Their purpose is clear.

They want Linqingzong.

He wanted to destroy Rong Ning's sect.

The huge sect was slowly consumed by the demon cultivators, leaving them alone and helpless.

The powerful peak master inside tried his best to protect the sect, but he couldn't withstand the opponent's war of attrition.

Rong Ning didn't know what to think of, his eyes narrowed, he stepped on Hanguang, and tore apart the space.

There is no one in the cave.

Outside the cave, the disciples in the sect disappeared.

Rong Ning found a broken white jade hairpin in one place.

Many black shadows appeared around, as well as that black-eyed Demon Lord.

He was pinched by Rong Ning half of his body.

"Rong Ning, I never thought we would meet again in a hundred years."

Mozun said in a hoarse voice, "I will give back everything you gave me."

"I want you to be isolated and helpless, and there will be no Linqing sect from now on..."

"give me back."

Rong Ning interrupted Mozun's words.

The old-looking Mozun saw the white jade hairpin in Rong Ning's hand, and grinned: "Your Taoist companion is being picked up by others."

He licked his lips as he spoke, "That shark tastes pretty good."

He stimulated Rong Ning, as if he wanted to vomit out a century of humiliation.

"That you."

"Go and bury Miaomiao."

The monk in white's eyes were out of focus and extremely indifferent.

The ice and snow stretched for thousands of miles, and no one could withstand the extreme cold released by the Mahayana monks.

Soon, red plums fell on the pure ice.

At this moment, there is no Rong Ning who is Ji Miao, no weakness, and the ruthlessness that is closest to Dao's requirements.

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