He's super fierce and super cute [Quick Transmigration]

After Wuji finished speaking, he quietly waited for Qingxuan's answer, his hand was still on the side of Qingxuan's face.

There was a long period of silence in the house, so quiet that it made Wuji despair.

What would Qingxuan think of him?debauchery?Insidious and cunning?Sex, desire to confuse the heart?

But Wuji doesn't care about these anymore. Since he dared to threaten Qingxuan, he also made plans to trample his self-esteem under his feet.

As long as there is a physical connection with Qingxuan, what are these?

He stared at Qingxuan.

Finally, Qingxuan slowly opened his eyes, with a cold look in his eyes, as if he knew Wuji and Dahei for the first time.

"Your Majesty, are you serious?"

Wuji's heart trembled slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Really, when the host passed away, he left two relics, one was given to you, and the other is still in my hand."

"If you dare to lie to me..." Before Qingxuan finished speaking, the threat was already obvious.

Wuji smiled, and the light-colored lips were stained with two parts of water, bewitching people's hearts, and said: "Don't dare, every word I say to you is true, and the master can trust me on this point."

"Take it off." Qingxuan said in a cold tone.

Wuji was stunned for a moment, and then a tingling heat rushed to his lower body in an instant, "Master, are you... agreeing..."

Wuji stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Qingxuan's face again, but Qingxuan turned his head away and stopped looking at him.

It is impossible for Qingxuan to tolerate another relic being presided over by leaving it in the hands of the head of the Mozong.

The presiding officer had immeasurable merits in his life, and he sat down after his death. The relics left by him should be enshrined by everyone. How could they be ruined by the head of the Demon Sect?

Therefore, no matter what the price is, he will get that relic back.

Wuji smiled and took off the clothes on his body, layers of clothes slipped off, revealing fair skin, as smooth and delicate as jade.

His light-colored lips parted slightly, "Guru is such a wonderful person, he really has a sense of humor."

The moonlight shone through the window and shone on the two on the bed, outlining an ambiguous body line.

With a movement of Qingxuan's knees, he instantly suppressed Wuji, pressing him firmly under him.

His knees were pressed between Wuji's legs with malicious intentions.

Wuji's eyes were burning, and he could feel it. In fact, Qingxuan also had feelings for him, and his breathing became more and more heavy.

If Mozong Wuji wanted to seduce someone, even if he did nothing, just standing there would make his legs so weak that he couldn't walk.

He himself is the best aphrodisiac and medicine in the world.

Wuji raised his head slightly, revealing his deadly neck, "Master, what are you doing in a daze?"

That part of the neck was white and attractive, Qingxuan seemed to be bewitched, unconsciously lowered his head, and bit his neck hard.

"Pain." Wuji's ending sound slightly raised, with the meaning of being coquettish.

Qingxuan raised his head and stared at him fiercely.

He didn't even take off his clothes, and directly fixed Wuji to death on this bed.

His actions were extremely rough, his face was full of anger and unwillingness, his eyes were red, and when he looked at Wuji, he seemed to be looking at an mortal enemy.

In fact, for him, Wuji is indeed an enemy who can't wait to put him to death.

But now, he is forced to have skin-to-skin relationship with Wuji.

For Yu Qingxuan, this is a great shame.

But Qingxuan didn't realize that in this chaotic scene, his face full of anger was unknowingly contaminated by sex.

But Wuji could see it clearly, Qingxuan clearly felt that way about him too.

With that slap on the neck, Qingxuan bit hard, and he was still bleeding until now, which made Wuji feel uncomfortable.

But when he thought that it was Qingxuan's bite, Wuji felt a touch of sweetness and relief in his heart.

In the room, the two figures intertwined, the ambiguous atmosphere lingered for a long time, everything was so absurd.

"Don't bark." Qingxuan pinched his neck and said viciously, with anger.

There was a lazy spring in Wuji's voice, and those eyes seemed to be soaked in water, "Okay."

The next day, Dahei's figure was no longer beside him, and there seemed to be an ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

In his palm lay a golden relic quietly.

Qingxuan didn't know how he fainted later.

Maybe it was the gold needle that Wuji inserted into his body that worked, or maybe it was some other trick.

He got up and looked around.

Very well, the cat is gone, and there is still self-knowledge, knowing that I have no face to stay.

Wuji went back to Tianzhu Cliff.

What happened last night was the first experience for both Qingxuan and Wuji.

Moreover, Qingxuan's boy's body is not good enough, and Wuji is very uncomfortable, but Wuji is willing.

No one knew that he had returned to Tianzhu Cliff.

It wasn't until the second day that the disciples and servants of Tianzhuya got up one after another, only to find that the former suzerain of their demon sect was sitting lazily on the stone steps in front of the sect gate.

Tianzhuya's disciples all looked at him as if they had seen a ghost.

With a smile on Wuji's lips, he said, "Good morning."

The disciple yelled in horror, "Ah! Ghost!" The voice almost penetrated the entire Tianzhu cliff.

Wuji pointed at him amusedly, and said, "Shut up, or I, a ghost, will eat you."

But he didn't expect that Wuji's threat would directly frighten the little disciple into fainting.

Wuji shook his head helplessly, feeling that the disciples of Tianzhuya were not as good as the previous generation, and their courage was getting smaller and smaller, so it was no wonder that they were bullied by those righteous ways.

When Brahma received the news of Wuji's return, he rushed over immediately.

Brahma looked at him in fear, and said, "Master, why didn't you notify disciple when you came back?"

Wuji stretched lazily, the sleeves slipped from his arms, Brahma noticed that there seemed to be some marks that shouldn't have appeared on the master's arms, and there was such a big tooth mark on his neck.

Brahma Dang was angry, thinking who would dare to bully his master!

Wuji waved his hand at him, and said: "There is no need to salute, now you are the Suzerain, why should you salute me?"

"Master, since you are back, this suzerain disciple will definitely pay you back!"

"Don't give it to me, I don't want it."

Qingxuan and the Demon Sect are at odds, if he becomes the Sect Master of the Demon Sect again, will he be able to pay back?I'm afraid Qingxuan will kill him directly the next time he sees him.

Although even if he is not the suzerain of the Demon Sect, Qingxuan seems to want to kill him very much.

"Don't bother me, I just want to bask in the sun, what should you do." Wuji began to wave his hands away.

Brahma hesitated for a moment, an imperceptible smoldering flash of prey flashed in his eyes.

"What did Master do last night?" Brahma asked sourly.

Wuji looked at him in surprise, and then he understood in his heart, "When will it be your turn to ask about being a teacher? Brahma, if you still want to be my apprentice, then abide by your duty and don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have."

Brahma's heart sank, and after a while he said, "I know."

"When does Master plan to retreat? The relics should be refined as soon as possible."

"Not urgent."

Wuji didn't tell anyone that the relic was gone.

The purpose of Wuji's going to the Great Chan Temple was for the relic, but now for Qingxuan, his success fell short.

Qingxuan's beauty trick is really terrible.

Wuji sighed, got up, and walked in unsteadily.

Brahma wanted to follow, but because of Cai Wuji's order, he didn't dare to follow.

In the past few days, because of the death of the host, there has been a period of peace between Shang Qingzong and Mozong.

After January.

Qingxuan extinguished the candle and was about to rest.

In the night, a pair of golden pupils watched Qingxuan silently, Qingxuan seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned around.

A black cat was squatting on the window edge, wagging its tail at him.

"Qingxuan." A figure belonging to Wuji came.

Qingxuan was surprised that Wuji dared to come.

There seemed to be a wind lying beside his ears, but Qingxuan directly attacked Wuji.

Wuji didn't dodge, and was hit by his palm all of a sudden, and his small body hit the wall.

Wuji showed his real body, holding his chest and couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of blood.

"A husband and wife can be kind for a hundred days, the master is so cruel." His tone was mocking.

Qingxuan clenched his fists tightly and said, almost gnashing his teeth, "What are you doing here again? Your lord is amazing in front of you. Entering my great Zen temple is like entering a land of no one."

Wuji stretched out his hand and flicked the dust on his sleeve, and said: "It's easy to say, after all, I have to thank you, Master, for not killing them all, and telling the story that Dahei is Wuji."

Qingxuan's heart choked.

Dahei is about Wuji. In fact, he is obliged to tell other people in Dachan Temple, so as to take precautions.

But for some reason, he just didn't say anything.

Qingxuan snorted coldly, his expression became colder and colder.

Wuji jumped into the window and squatted on his desk, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and his phoenix eyes were shining brightly.

"Master, I won't see you in January, I miss you."

After staying at Tianzhuya for a month, Wuji didn't dare to come to Qingxuan for a whole month, fearing that Qingxuan would be angry, and it would be bad if he was angry.

It is estimated that Qingxuan's anger has probably dissipated before he dared to turn into a cat and come to him.

Qingxuan's face was very ugly, "Honorable One, you stole the presiding relic first, and I, Dachan Temple and you are destined to be irreconcilable. Don't think that the poor monk will just let it go."

"But master, you said in the Buddhist hall a month ago that the battle between righteousness and demons has nothing to do with the Great Zen Temple. Does the master want to go back on his word?"

Wuji stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Qingxuan's face.

How could Qingxuan let him succeed, he took a step back subconsciously, "My lord respects himself."

"Qingxuan, if you are willing to be nice to me, how about I hand over the Mozong to you? At that time, you can do whatever you want with the Mozong. Even if the Mozong is torn down, no one will care about you."

Wuji's scorching eyes fell on Qingxuan.

Qingxuan turned his head unnaturally, thinking that Wuji's words were so ridiculous, if he could take down the Demon Sect so easily, then what is the humiliation he has endured all these years?

Qingxuan raised his head and was about to sternly refuse.

He didn't expect that Wuji would lean over directly, kissed him with light-colored lips, the soft touch came, and blocked the words he was going to say next, Qingxuan's eyes widened suddenly, extremely shocked.

Wuji lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly like a small brush, Qingxuan's lips were really sweet.