Is my master a villain?Don't worry, I'll show it off first

The more Wan He played, the more intoxicated he became, and the more he played, the more forgetful he became. In his heart, he praised all the eighteen generations of his master. How could he give birth to such a gifted child?

What a nice tune?

She had so much fun bragging that the people who listened to her were not happy.

Except for Jiu Ye, Yan Zhong and the other three, everyone else was dizzy, and the messy desires in their hearts kept intertwining, and they were so tortured that they all pulled their hair and wanted to shout out to vent.

Song Zhi's cultivation is unpredictable, and he can't help but interfere a little under Jiu Ye's repeated attacks. If he moves a little slower, he will be rolled by Jiu Ye's fireball.

Wan He couldn't care less about that. She didn't see this scene and kept playing until the climax was about to come and her ankle suddenly tightened.

Wan He felt disturbed and impatient. She raised her foot and shook it, as if she had kicked something, but she didn't want to check.

Don't let anyone pull at me. I'm about to climax. This sound must resound through the sky. If you don't want to blow, I won't blow. If you want to blow, you must blow to high.

The ankle tightened again, and the mood to continue to concentrate on playing was interrupted again.

Wan He paused for a moment, and at that moment, she heard a voice that was not very weak, but not strong either.

"Xiao Qi... I really want to have a peaceful sleep, but you always want to send me away!"

Wan He lowered his head and looked at the man slowly emerging from the mound, his eyes almost rolled down.

"Master, Master?"

"Exactly the teacher!"

Wan He threw away the suona and picked up Yan Mo. He was shocked: "Are you going downstairs to sleep?"

"no?"

"Is the bed in Xiandao not hard enough or the room not cool enough?"

"neither!"

"Is your place too noisy?"

"No!"

"Is it the hot springs in Guanghanchi that attract you?"

"A little bit!"

"So you blew it up?"

"..."

"You buried yourself after it exploded?"

"..."

"After you bury it, sleep in it?"

"..."

"If the disciples don't come, are you going to let us build a monument and erect it here?"

"What are you talking about?" Yan Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his face was dusty, and the original color of his always spotless green hosta robe could not be seen, but when he stood there, he still felt noble.

“This is what it means to break first and then build!”

Wan He looked at his inscrutable expression and admired him.

"Master, this is so broken. It's broken so completely that you've been broken inside. Master, I've lived for hundreds of years. Is this the first time you've been broken like this?"

"You don't understand. Guanghan Pond is different from other places. It was the island owner who came to ask me to do this, so you must pay more attention!"

"Really? The old man Songzhi is still taking his disciples to fight with us. My Hakimi is still fighting with Songzhi over there, and I don't know the outcome.

Master is trying his best! "

Yan Mo raised his hand and flicked his fingers on his forehead. His clothes were brand new, and his body seemed to have never been stained by dust. There was a quiet fragrance all over his body, like hibiscus just picked out of the water.

"Hakimi?

That sexy fox? "

This move really captivated Wan He's little heart.

"Master, what is this called? Teach me, so that I don't have to worry about getting my clothes dirty, and I don't have to wash up every day!"

Yan Mo looked at her eyes shining and chuckled: "No, you kids have to develop good habits. Once you learn them, you will be lazy!"

Wanhe: What is this inexplicable reason?

"Oops? Territory Lord, are you back?

You don’t know that your disciples were all anxious when you were away just now. Seeing that you are safe and sound, we are relieved! "

As soon as Wan He's suona stopped, the melon-eaters returned to normal and flew back quickly. When they saw Yan Mo, they greeted him with a smile, and at the same time glanced at the suona at Wan He's feet, with a somewhat fearful expression.

Yan Mo: "I'm sorry to bother you all, but I have been entrusted by the island owner to rebuild the Guanghan Pond. I will destroy it first and then build it up. I have disturbed you all, so just get used to it!"

Wan He: "Cough cough cough!"

She thought Yan Mo would say that I'm sorry for disturbing everyone and asked Haihan or something, but the conversation changed and turned into letting others get used to it.

He really deserves to be a great villain. What does it have to do with him being more life-or-death than others?

There are no rules and no logic. You never know what Yan Mo will say next or what he will do next second.

"Ah, yes, yes, just get used to it and you'll be fine!"

Everyone agreed in embarrassment.

Yan Mo didn't care about their responses at all, turned around and flew in the direction Wan He pointed.

"Go and see how that naughty fox is doing. Maybe you can pick up two tails and make them into fur collars!"

Wan He followed closely, and met Yan Zhong and others who were flying back in a hurry on the way.

"Master—"

Several of them shouted.

Yan Mo nodded curtly and passed by.

Yan Tong stopped Wan He: "What are you going to do?"

"Seeing Xiao Jiu'er and Song Zhi fighting, why are you back?

Let’s go together! "

The three of them quickly followed.

The fight between Jiu Ye and Song Zhi became intense. Because of Wan He's interference, Song Zhi suffered a lot. At this time, his body was full of holes. The good brocade robe turned into the exclusive skin of the leader of the Beggar Clan.

His hair was a little messy and his hands and feet were a little busy. He had never thought that he could miss a fight with a disciple's spiritual pet. When he was in such a mess two days ago, he was still in the devil's cave with Yan Mo...

Jiu Ye was amused: "Old man Songzhi, what's wrong?

When you attacked me in the snow that day, wasn't it very powerful?

It’s only been a few days and it’s not working anymore?

Are you getting old so fast?

Do you want me to give you some time to rest? "

Songzhi felt depressed when he was sprayed by the fireball. Hearing these words, he felt that he was overly humiliated. He raised the Cloud-Zhanying Sword and swept it horizontally with a sharp blade.

Jiuye spun her body and flew up to avoid it. When she saw a row of green figures standing far away, her eyelids twitched.

"You stinky girl, you've been here a long time ago, are you just watching me fight?"

Wan He gestured with Song Zhi's movements just now and replied to him loudly: "Xiao Jiu'er, you can fight as much as you want. The more you hit, the better. I didn't see that movement clearly. Ask the island owner to do it again!"

Jiuye:......

Songzhi's sword was about to sweep sideways again, but after hearing these words, he retracted it abruptly, and all the Bumeng control moves on his body disappeared. With a wave of his sleeves, he arrived in front of Yan Mo.

Just kidding, isn't it because he was afraid of Wan He stealing his army when he came so far away to fight?

By the way, they came quite quickly.

Songzhi looked at Yanmo: "Is everything okay, my dear brother?"

Yan Mo looked at Jiu Ye: "Island Master, do you want something to happen?"

Jiu Ye looked at Song Zhi: "Old man, do you still want to fight?"

Song Zhi looked at Wan He: "No more fighting, misunderstanding first, my dear brother is back, everything will be easy to talk about!"

Jiu Ye looked at Yan Mo: "You black-hearted little bastard, why are you so troubled?

I haven't avenged you yet, so go back and pretend you never came! "