The green tea heroine and the villain who practices ruthlessness

The night was dark, and the huge Imperial Preceptor's Mansion was shrouded in a gloomy and depressing atmosphere.

The boy held the unconscious girl in his arms and walked through the dark corridor.

Everywhere he passed, there were armored mastiff guards on duty. When he saw the young man, he knelt down on one knee and saluted silently, with a very respectful attitude.

The young man nodded in return, and then the mastiff guard quietly stood up straight and retreated into the darkness, his movements cautious, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person in the leader's arms.

Suddenly a strong wind blew up.

The young man tucked the girl's cloak tightly, pulled up his hood and gently put it over her face to block her from the cold wind outside, and walked back to his residence faster.

The young man was like holding a cloud. He was afraid of it drifting away if it was too light, or breaking if it was too heavy. He stood in front of the bed, frozen for a long time, and then he finally slowly put the girl into the soft quilt.

There was silence all around, and the light and shadow in the room were dim.

The young man knelt on one knee in front of the bed, staring down at the person on the couch.

He seemed to have turned into a clay sculpture, eerily silent.

However, the demonic flames surging behind him revealed the young man's turbulent heart at this moment.

He stared at the person on the couch without blinking for a long time, then slowly lowered his head and took the girl's hand.

He had thought a lot just now.

After Pingxiu's "death", he relied on hatred to get where he is today.

He doesn't complain about the coldness of people, or the weirdness of the world, he only hates his own stupidity and cowardice!

He hated himself for breaking her heart again and again and pushing her away again and again.

The girl's hand was pressed against his cheek, and her palm was slightly cold. He covered her hand for a while before warming it up.

He gently pushed aside the bangs from the girl's forehead, and his fingertips glowed with light, slowly passing over her plump face.

The dark spiritual light seemed to be disturbed by invisible interference, fluctuating violently, and then burst out with huge power, flicking Xue Ning's hand away.

Xue Ning's eyes dimmed slightly and his face darkened.

The demonic flames behind him gathered together to form a handsome and evil face. He leaned close to his ear and said in a hoarse voice: "That old thief Shen Jue used a lost forbidden technique. The spell is exquisite. If it hadn't been traced back to The origin of the spell, forcibly cracked..."

When the inner demon said this, he laughed happily.

After Xue Ning's self and inner demon merged, they were supposed to be two in one.

But Xue Ning always rejected it and took advantage of it.

Today, it just asked if it could eat the girl, and Xue Ning became furious, crushing its incarnation at the expense of his own cultivation.

The demon in his heart was full of hatred for this. At this moment, he realized that Xue Ning was sad and wanted to stimulate him even more.

"Hahaha, crack it by force, if you are not careful, you will either be disfigured or die."

Xue Ning's expression was stern, showing no sign of wavering.

Seeing that the forbidden spell was difficult to break, he sat down on the edge of the couch, gently held the back of Pingxiu's neck, and continued to explore the inner demon oath she carried.

"Unlock the inner demon's oath."

Although the inner demon was unwilling, it still couldn't overcome Xue Ning's will. It turned into a thin snake-like black smoke and tremblingly wrapped around the girl's white neck.

The moment the inner demon entangled the girl, she suddenly felt an indescribable shudder.

Those resentful and dark emotions were gradually calmed down, which made the inner demon feel irritable and uneasy, but they indulged in it for no reason.

The "little black snake" turned into by the inner demon couldn't help but shrink back slightly, as if being pricked by a needle, it panicked, fled in panic, and turned into wisps of demonic flames to fly away.

The magic flame floated to the window, gathered into shape, and let out a gloomy laugh.

"Shen Jue wants her to never betray her. If she breaks her promise, she will die and be wiped out in ashes."

Xue Ning lowered his eyes and looked very calm. He just sneered and said, "Shen Jue!"

The girl's sleeves slipped down, revealing her arms wrapped in gauze.

A few wisps of bright red shine through the white gauze, like red plums on the snow, full of frail beauty.

Xue Ning lowered his head, his eyes touched the blood, and his pupils suddenly shrank!

His shoulders trembled slightly, and he slowly untied the gauze on Pingxiu's arm——

The white arms were covered with knife marks, some of which were scabbed, and some of which were still bleeding.

At that moment, the dark emotions in Xue Ning's heart suddenly broke out, growing crazily like vines in the dark night.

Since the fusion of the two, the inner demon has been connected with the young man's mind, and he can immediately sense what the young man is thinking.

The inner demon felt nourished by dark emotions, and the whole demon flame trembled and twisted.

Xue Ning took out the elixir and treated Pingxiu's stab wound, replaced it with a new gauze, and wrapped the wound carefully.

He tucked Ping Xiu into bed, turned around and sat on the cold ground, with his legs slightly open and his forehead resting on his hands, his expression gloomy.

At that moment, thousands of thoughts floated through Xue Ning's mind, and in the end there was only one voice left: He must never let anyone take Xiuxiu away from him!

Xue Ning used demonic energy to set up a barrier in front of the bed, and lit some soothing incense in the room to aid sleep. He gently left the room, summoned the mastiff guard to guard outside, and walked straight to the execution hall.

At present, the Southern Dynasty Imperial Master's Mansion has become the secret base of the Blood Moon Sect in the mortal world, and the layout of the mansion is naturally arranged according to the needs of the sect's organization.

Green Snake Axi was sitting in the brightly lit execution hall, being guarded by several tall and powerful half-demon. He was terrified and felt that today was the day he was going to die.

Suddenly, a uniform voice sounded outside the door: "My subordinates pay homage to Captain Xue."

Axi looked over when he heard the sound, and saw the young man in black clothes, his clothes stained by wind and frost, walking along the atrium corridor towards the execution hall.

Under the cold moonlight, the boy's skin was as pale as snow, his lips were crimson, and his pair of dark eyes revealed a cold and decisive light.

Ah Xi recalled that day when he followed his master's orders and attacked Xue Ning by the river. However, a group of monsters couldn't stop him and he almost killed him. His teeth began to chatter unconsciously.

Xue Ning walked into the execution hall, glanced at Axi lightly, turned around and sat down in the upper seat.

"Did you sign a blood contract with her?"

The Black Sky Dog clan has always been the strongest among the demon clan and has a unique bloodline advantage.

As soon as the young man took his seat in the execution hall, Axi felt the burning breath of fire in the air.

As if being burned, Axi jumped up from the ebony chair.

"Hiss—"

Axi couldn't help spitting out a long and thin snake letter and squealing. When he looked down again, he found that the snake's tail was forced to appear, and most of the skirt was burned. Even the scales were scorched black by invisible flames and then shattered. Cracked into ashes.

Ah Xi fell to the ground, crying out in pain: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"The last sneak attack to kill you was not my idea, it was all my master's idea!"

"Every wrongdoer has his own owner, and if you want revenge, go to her!"

Xue Ning's face darkened slightly and she said coldly: "Apart from you, where have the other demon servants under her gone?"

"After half a step through the immortal pass, who knows where to escape! Oops, it's so hot. Put away your spiritual fire and burn me to death!"

Xue Ning didn't move at all, and continued: "Do you know her identity?"

Axi said aggrievedly: "If I had known what school Yingying came from, would I still have fallen into trouble at her hands?"

Xue Ning murmured in a low voice: "Yingying?"

It turns out that this is the new name Shen Jue fabricated for Xiu Xiu!

The hands hidden under the sleeves were clenched into fists.

Ah Xi is eager to cut ties with Ping Xiu to protect herself, but due to the blood contract, he can't help but worry about her safety.

After enduring it for a long time, I finally couldn't hold it back and asked, "What happened to her? Did you kill her?"

Xue Ning saw that the snake demon showed some concern for Ping Xiu, so he put away his spiritual fire.

He was reluctant to hurt Pingxiu and used spiritual blood as a medium to drive the demon clan, but he couldn't help but be afraid.

Pingxiu is a medical practitioner, he is good at medical skills, but he is not good at martial arts, and his ability to protect himself is not strong. If we can rely on the talent of the Heavenly Master Clan's spirit fetuses and recruit a few more demon servants, it would be a good idea.

A pair of dust-free boots caught Axi's eyes.

The young man's cold voice sounded above Axi's head: "Your master is my wife."

Axi looked up in surprise.

What's the meaning? wife?

So the assassination a few days ago was just a farce between the young couple?

The bright sword light was like a stream of clear water, pouring down from the eyes and suddenly stopping on Ah Xi's neck.

The king's sword buzzed and moved, the sword's intention was inherent and its momentum was compelling.

Axi didn't dare to move at all, cold sweat dripping down her temples.

"For her sake, I will spare your life this time. If you betray the Lord next time..."

Ah Xi swallowed a mouthful of saliva and nodded repeatedly: "I don't dare anymore. I will serve the master loyally from now on!"

The next morning, Pingxiu woke up to the crisp sound of birdsong.

Before his eyelids were fully opened, he touched a piece of cold and smooth fabric.

Ping Xiu trembled, his sleepiness completely dissipated, he opened his eyes in an instant, turned his head and looked towards the couch.

The young man leaned against the bed frame and slept lightly with his eyes closed.

Pingxiu woke him up when he moved.

He reached out his hand very familiarly, lifted the quilt that had fallen to Pingxiu's chest a little higher, patted the quilt twice, and whispered: "It's still early, let's sleep for a while."

Pingxiu pinched the corner of the quilt, glancing here and there, and finally her eyes fell on the young man's face.

Xue Ning looked at him with a smile. Although he didn't say anything, there was a strange sense of familiarity flowing silently between the two of them.

Pingxiu quickly lowered his eyelids, as if there was a small drum hidden in his heart, beating loudly. It was hard to tell whether it was fear or excitement.

She was right!

Xue Ning did not kill her because she looked like her dead lover!

Pingxiu thought about this and related to Xue Ning's intimacy with her just now, and she couldn't help but feel contempt.

Are you treating her as a substitute?

That's okay, everyone is using each other anyway, Pingxiu thought secretly.

Xue Ning stayed by the couch, and Pingxiu lay on the warm quilt. The two of them did not interfere with each other, and the gauze tent was filled with a stagnant atmosphere.

Suddenly, the quilt felt light, and the outer corner was lifted up.

Pingxiu asked in shock: "What are you doing?"

Xue Ning said: "It's a bit cold."

Then he lay down naturally and pulled a little quilt over him.

Pingxiu was so frightened that she stepped back in, and she was half an arm's length away from Xue Ning.

Fortunately, Xue Ning didn't move again after lying down. He just turned sideways and stared at the girl tenderly.

The girl's appearance was clearly reflected in the prosthetic eye made of black glass.

Pingxiu was so frightened by what he saw that she wrapped the other half of the quilt tightly and stared at each other, a little worried that his overlord would force his hand and do something evil.

The young man had a high body temperature and was carrying spiritual fire. He was quickly covered with warmth under the quilt, making Pingxiu sweat all over.

But she didn't dare to lift the quilt easily, so she could only endure the heat silently.

He said it was cold, but his body was as hot as a furnace. Who were you kidding?

Xue Ning saw that Pingxiu's temples were slightly damp and her fair face was a bit pink, and then she realized belatedly that he was uncontrollably releasing the spiritual fire again.

"Hot?" he asked softly.

Pingxiu opened his eyes alertly and said crisply: "It's not hot!"