take care of yourself

Ying Yao's footsteps paused, and at the same time he heard the mocking laughter of other demon cultivators, he turned his head helplessly and stared into Zhuo Yuanshan's eyes, trying to judge from his eyes that those words were just a helpless sentence. A good joke is still a fact.

Zhuo Yuanshan's whip came out from his cuff and wrapped around Ying Yao's neck, Moxiu dragged him over like a dog in a collar, and generously shared his vision with him.

Ying Yao saw his master trekking through the snow-capped mountains with the scabbard of his broken sword on his back. One of the two freed fellow apprentices supported him with worried faces, and the other frowned with the sword in his hand. Frowning, they cautiously looked around. Behind them were a few younger apprentices with even shallower cultivation, all carrying swords on guard, but no one noticed Zhuo Yuanshan's peeping.

His sect is so poor that it doesn't have a proper name, and the master can pick up a bunch of skinny juniors and younger sisters when he goes down the mountain, forcing Ying Yao to do a good job of carrying a sword to break Liuhe. To earn money, when he was young, his master helped tidy up the thatched hut. When he practiced rapidly and built a foundation, he would just stand by the side with a smile and direct him to go up and down.

Ying Yao had changed the urination rings for half of the younger brothers and sisters, and he had cut the cracked cane in his master's hand before he went out. He could call everyone by name, and just looking at it was enough to make people feel emotional. Ying Yao's eyes were sore, speechless.

Zhuo Yuanshan's slightly cool fingertips rested on his shoulders, it felt like a snake that had just woken up from hibernation crawled over him, Ying Yao's fingers trembled like a sword cultivator, he held back and avoided Zhuo Yuan Shan's stroking impulse, lowered his head and said meekly: "They are walking south, they should just come to find my broken sword."

Not every monk has the courage to offend a Huashen, Zhuo Yuanshan knows that what he said is right, compared to rushing to die in front of him, fulfilling the entrustment of the senior brother in charge will not lose his name, and he can get some comfort from it , This is completely reasonable and beyond reproach, but today these timid people made him a little unhappy, so Zhuo Yuanshan didn't intend to let them go easily...or let Ying Yao go.

"They set foot on my snow mountain," Zhuo Yuanshan said with a smile, "It makes me feel bad. Listen, Yao, I need you to please me, otherwise I can only kill people to vent my anger."

Ying Yao suddenly realized why Zhuo Yuanshan stopped a step away from his cave.

His cultivation base has not yet exhausted, and at this moment when he is doing dual cultivation, it is a hard and boring swordsman moaning tactfully under him, not a soft and charming furnace cauldron whose cultivation base has been piled up by pills, Zhuo Yuan Shan prefers to play with the former, that's obvious.

Sword cultivators pay attention to using the sword to break all laws, and require rationality and calmness when confronting the enemy, so Duoxiu discards the "ruthless way" of **, so the stereotype that sword cultivators don't understand customs is spread everywhere, Ying Yao is sure that even if Zhuo Yuanshan has arrived During the stage of transformation, he has never seen a sword cultivator who has cultivated the "introduction" in "The Way of Love" to the golden core, which means that Zhuo Yuanshan doesn't know the difference between him and other sword cultivators——

When Ying Yao was poor, he even wrote that Jianxiu and his Jian Shuangxiu wrote this kind of storybook full of smoke and fire to buy milk powder for the little bastards picked up by his master, so he felt ashamed, and he was ashamed of Zhuo Yuanshan. This teasing is boring.

Ying Yao was silent for a while, and left her ascetic fellows behind, and said in the same gentle tone as the previous sentence: "Are you going to stay here, or go to bed?"

He doesn't think that Zhuo Yuanshan will expose his body in public, even if he is a demon cultivator, the only thing he needs to worry about is that Zhuo Yuanshan will use this to humiliate him, but this is nothing compared to the safety of his master and fellow students. It's nothing, he made up his mind to feed the tiger with his body, and there is no such thing as shrinking back when something happens.

Fortunately, Zhuo Yuanshan didn't intend to make things difficult for him. He loosened the handle of the whip wrapped around Yingyao's neck, letting it hang down like a chain on a collar, and then wrapped his arms around his belt intimately. After entering the bedroom, he slammed Ying Yao onto the bed.

Ying Yao's hands were still tied behind his back. In order to please Zhuo Yuanshan, those demon cultivators had to figure out new tricks every time they tied him. His arms were connected with the rope tied around his chest, and the rope binding his wrist was connected with the rope tied around his chest. The one that goes through the buttocks is the same, and the tights that are as thin as a gauze on the body are almost nothing on it, and those two delicate positions are worn out by a slight movement, and Zhuo Yuanshan's slap almost touches him All the ropes on the body, the arms were pinned to the bed, and the skin hurt from being strangled.

Zhuo Yuanshan strangled Ying Yao's neck before he struggled to sit up. He looked at Ying Yao's appearance carefully, until his lips turned a layer of blue from suffocation for a long time, then he let go of his hand slightly, dissatisfied Said: "You don't look like him at all in this way."

Ying Yao rationally didn't ask who it was, but he felt that he had found another reason for Zhuo Yuanshan to double cultivate with him before turning him into a furnace. This is not bad news. Ying Yao thought, I will never be like another person. Alone, he'd probably get bored pretty quickly.

Zhuo Yuanshan caressed his face, carefully discerning the difference between him and Ying Yige.

Ying Yao is indeed a rare genius in practice. He was born nearly a hundred years earlier than Ying Yige, but he entered the Tao very early, and his bones grew slowly after he entered the Tao. 25 Liu Fang just entered Taoism, and his appearance is about the same age, and after all, they come from the same source, and the facial features and bones of the two are very similar. Zhuo Yuanshan only managed to find a little difference after looking at them for a long time.

Ying Yige has been favored since he was a child, and he has always been pampered there. He has skin as delicate as jade. He touched Ying Yige secretly once in his sleep, and his hands were soft and smooth. Compared with Ying Yao's Much rougher, Zhuo Yuanshan could even feel the traces of wind and frost modification, and that seemed to bring more than just a simple slight difference in appearance.

Zhuo Yuanshan pondered for a moment and said, "Close your eyes."

Ying Yao complied obediently.

Zhuo Yuanshan immediately felt the difference. After Ying Yao closed his eyes, the aura that was a bit like a sword's edge also weakened a lot, which made him look a lot softer, and indeed he looked more like Ying Yige.

Zhuo Yuanshan showed a satisfied expression, he gently closed Ying Yao's eyes with his palms, and said softly: "When you go to my bed, you will close your eyes, you can't open them."

He felt Ying Yao's eyelashes trembling uneasily under his palm, and then Jianxiu said calmly: "I see."