The Villain’s Host is a Boss

No, no need...

Hearing her words, Ji Ye was very frightened. He hurriedly stepped back a few steps, away from Yun Xi, and waved his hand to refuse.

After a pause, he seemed to realize that his reaction was a little too big, so he explained, I don't need to trouble Master for such trivial matters, I'll just do it myself.

OK then.

Seeing him like this, Yun Xi had no choice but to stop.

Then, Ji Ye took a deep breath, and quickly tore off his belt, took off his shirt, and climbed onto the bed.

His chin rested on his arm, his fingers curled up tightly.

Yun Xi walked over and saw several sword marks on his back, criss-crossed, blood dripping, and looked quite serious.

Yun Xi's brows wrinkled, she pulled up the corner of her clothes and sat beside the bed, took out a handkerchief, and went to clean up the bloodstains around the scar.

Does it hurt?

She spoke softly, and the movements in her hands were as light as feathers swept across, with an indescribable tenderness.

Ji Ye only felt a softness at the base of his ears, and his whole body became hot for a while, he moved his fingers unconsciously, and said in a low voice, It doesn't hurt...

How can the scars scratched by the sword qi not hurt?

It's just that her movements were too gentle, and at this moment, he ignored all the pain.

Hearing this, the handkerchief in Yun Xi's hand stopped. She looked at his profile and couldn't help but lose her mind. What a little idiot...

...

The night is hazy and charming.

The moonlight shone on the ground.

Listen to the snow peaks, watch the flower pavilion.

Mo Qianjue sat on the bench of the pavilion, holding the railing in one hand and the wine jar in the other, and raised his head to drink heavily. The wine flowed down the corner of his mouth and into his clothes.

Around the pavilion, there was a strong smell of alcohol.

He pulled his sleeves and wiped his face fiercely, thinking about the woman in white as snow in his memory, his eyes became sore for a while.

During this time, he flipped through ancient books every day, trying to find records of a situation similar to hers, to resolve the problems she encountered, and to make her return to the way she used to be.

However, it always found nothing.

He was unwilling to go to Shizun, but what Shizun said to him was similar to what she said.

The master said that she probably would not be able to change back again, so let him put it down and concentrate on cultivation after that, and no longer need to be distracted by this matter.

He still doesn't believe in evil, how can she not change back?

So, he went to the Haotian School again, went to the Haotian headmaster, and asked to read the Haotian Book. It is said that the Haotian Book is a divine book left by the upper planes, which records all kinds of anecdotes and strange things, as well as incomparably magical Ability.

This was his last hope, so he relied on his previous origins to entangle Headmaster Haotian.

Haotianshu is indeed an extremely miraculous divine book, which records many things he has never heard of, but there is still no record of her situation.

After reading the Haotian Book in three days, all his hopes came to nothing.

The white moonlight in his heart was really completely shattered, and she could never return to the way she used to be, which made Mo Qianjue extremely painful.

After coming back, he blocked Ting Xuefeng, retreating and using alcohol to relieve his worries.

Sister Fairy...

Mo Qianjue leaned against the vermilion pillar, closed her eyes tightly, and in her mind, all the pictures she met at the beginning of the year.

That year, outside Luoyan Pass, there were many banyan trees, wild flowers, and countless wrapped dead soldiers surrounded him, approaching little by little with knives.

At the critical moment, a domineering and beautiful sword qi swept over. The sword qi was like the shadow of the moon, and it seemed to carry frost flowers. In the blink of an eye, all the dead soldiers who were swept down fell to the ground and could not be seriously injured.

He was taken aback, looked up, and saw a woman in white clothes like snow, stepping on the spirit sword, flying in the sky.

Is this the fairy in the sky?

He stared at her blankly, forgetting everything.

Little guy, I think you have a lot of immortal fate, why don't you go to immortal cultivation with me, how??

The stunning face, the clear voice, and the clear eyes of Liuli made him sink with just one glance, so he nodded without hesitation.

Regardless of her future or world affairs, she followed her to the Heavenly Sword Sect without hesitation, cut off all the fetters of the world, and stepped into the journey of immortality.

Suddenly, a familiar aroma came, and the drunk Mo Qianjue snorted hard, and the sore and weak body propped up.

Sister Fairy...

He sniffed the aroma vigorously, stumbled to find the source of the aroma, and then his head slammed into a soft and fragrant embrace.

here it is...

Mo Qianjue narrowed her eyes and let go of the wine jar in her hand.

With a bang, the wine jar fell to the ground, rolled out along the bluestone of the pavilion, and rolled into the garden, but he didn't care.

With his free hand, he wrapped his arms around the soft and slender waist in front of him, and plunged his head into her arms.

Xian, sister fairy, no, no, it's senior sister, senior sister, have you come to see me?

Xu Shi was so drunk that his voice was a little unclear. If he didn't listen carefully, he probably wouldn't be able to hear what he said.

However, Mu Ruoxi cared about him too much, so he heard his words word for word.

When he heard him hug her and call her senior sister, Mu Ruoxi's beautiful face was instantly distorted, and anger appeared in her eyes.

She's not that ugly, she's not that damn ugly...

Why are you drunk and still thinking about that ugly bastard?

That ugly bastard, where is it?

Mu Ruoxi clenched her fists tightly and resisted the urge to push him out. She took a deep breath and recited the meditation formula silently.

After a while, he finally calmed down.

She touched Mo Qianjue's head with one hand and sighed softly, Brother Qianjue, I am a dual-line god and spiritual root, and now, I will soon break through to the Golden Core Stage. In terms of appearance, the entire sect , and no one can compare to me, why can't you see me?

Mu Ruoxi felt extremely uncomfortable when he thought of how he always refused her a thousand miles on weekdays.

Her heart was full of him, but he didn't even want to give her one more look. Instead, his mind was full of the ugly Yun Xi, and he didn't even hesitate to drink for the ugly Yun Xi.

Look how much wine this drink?

She was so drunk that no one could recognize her, and even recognized her as the ugly Yun Xi, Mu Ruoxi stretched out her feet and kicked the empty wine jar beside her feet, with deep disgust in her eyes.

Senior sister, you don't even know how much I like it. When we first met, you looked like...

Mo Qianjue seemed to be really drunk and messed up, hugging Mu Ruoxi and starting to reveal her feelings.

After hearing his words, Mu Ruoxi's face was instantly distorted, and she was angry and unwilling.