You are planning something evil: Don’t come here, my yandere disciple.

Shen Qi heard Jiang Suiwan's question and stood up.

The cold Immortal Lord seemed a little surprised when he saw him, "Demon Lord?"

It seems he recognizes himself.

Shen Qi said nothing and looked at him fascinated.

Jiang Suiwan saw that his eyes were not kind, so he protected Ye Qingyang behind him calmly, and asked coldly: "I wonder what the Lord Demon Lord does for suddenly visiting my Shangqing Sect?"

Shen Qi looked at the person he was protecting behind him and said bluntly: "Oh, I'm here to kill someone."

Jiang Suiwan: "...?" What?

Without warning, Shen Qi grabbed the person behind Jiang Suiwan from the air, then grabbed him by the neck and carried him in front of him.

"Qingyang!" Jiang Suiwan didn't even have time to react before his apprentice fell into the hands of the Demon Lord.

"Qingyang?" Shen Qi looked at the face in front of him that was flushed red from suffocation, and tilted his head to look at Jiang Suiwan in confusion.

Ye Qingyang.

Is this the one who can kill him? Originally he wanted to keep it for fun, but now he suddenly felt very unhappy when he saw this person.

It's really an eyesore, kill it.

Shen Qi used force in his hands to break his neck.

"Stop!" Jiang Suiwan shouted coldly, he drew his sword and charged towards Shen Qiqi.

Shen Qi was stunned subconsciously when he heard his scolding, and then grabbed the sword that was thrust towards him.

Shen Qi's hand was cut by the sharp blade of the sword, and blood dripped down the sword. Jiang Suiwan looked at him with some disbelief: "You..."

Why didn't he dodge his own attack? Is there any conspiracy?

Shen Qi didn't care that he was scratched. Instead, he smiled at him, with a coquettish face and a sincere smile: "What's the name of the Immortal Lord?"

Jiang Suiwan was silent.

Seeing that he didn't answer him, Shen Qi still looked at him with a smile, but started to slowly tighten his grip on Ye Qingyang's neck.

Jiang Suiwan: "...Jiang Suiwan."

"What a good name." Shen Qi's smile deepened, and then he threw Ye Qingyang away. He wiped his hands in disgust, grabbed Jiang Suiwan's sword and used force, and the sharp sword blade was completely immersed in his flesh and blood.

Jiang Suiwan: "...?!" Is the Demon Lord sick?

Ye Qingyang fell to the ground and spit out blood.

Seeing this, Jiang Suiwan quickly wanted to check on him, "Qingyang, are you okay?!"

Ye Qingyang looked up at him with difficulty: "Master, I'm not in the way."

Shen Qi looked at the concern on Jiang Suiwan's eyebrows and said in a bad tone: "Tsk, the Immortal Lord really cares about his apprentice."

This made him very unhappy. Wanted to kill Ye Qingyang.

Immortal Lord should be his, so how can he call someone else's name? How could he have anyone else in his eyes?

Jiang Suiwan, you belong to me.

From the first time he saw Jiang Suiwan, he couldn't escape. Whatever he liked, whether it was a person or something, he had to get it. If he couldn't get it, he would destroy it.

But Jiang Suiwan was reluctant to destroy it, so he had to get it by force.

Shen Qi approached Jiang Suiwan, and then hugged him into his arms.

He smelled the delicious fragrance on Jiang Suiwan, took a deep breath of the light smell, and said, "The Immortal Lord smells so good."

"You! Let go!" Jiang Suiwan was stunned by his movements for a moment, and then struggled desperately.

Why does the dignified Demon Lord look like a disciple? ! And he's still a man. Jiang Suiwan didn't understand and was shocked.

Not only did Shen Qi not let go, he buried himself in the side of Jiang Suiwan's neck and wrapped himself around him obsessively.

"?!" Jiang Suiwan noticed his movements while struggling. He was shocked and angry, and his whole body stiffened. He stretched out his hand to push him, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly: "Get away!"

Shen Qi was dissatisfied with his struggle, so he grabbed his resisting hand and moved it behind Jiang Suiwan to hold him down, imprisoning him in his arms.

Then covered it.

"You're so presumptuous - ugh!"

So fragrant, so sweet.

A feeling I've never felt before, a throbbing I've never felt before.

Shen Qi raised his hand and pressed it on the back of Jiang Suiwan's head, pressing him towards him. His movements were violent and violent, like a beast.

"Get away..." Jiang Suiwan was bitten painfully.

Jiang Suiwan bit hard, causing Shen Qi to feel pain. He tasted the thick smell of blood, but it entangled him deeper.

Jiang Suiwan has always been pure and devoid of desire, and has never been tainted by love, let alone lust. Now that he is being played with so frivolously by a stranger or a man in front of his disciples, his face is stained with anger. red.

In the midst of the entanglement, a satisfied smile overflowed from the corners of Shen Qi's lips and he said, "The Immortal Lord is so sweet."

Jiang Suiwan was so angry that he was trembling all over.

Ye Qingyang was pinned to the ground by the demonic energy. He stared hatefully at his master being humiliated by another man.

Master, such a holy and cold Master, was held in someone's arms in a wanton and frivolous manner, but he could do nothing. He could not save himself, nor could he help his Master.

Ye Qingyang's eyes were full of despair.

After not knowing how long, Shen Qi finally let go of Jiang Suiwan.

"Pa." There was a crisp sound, Shen Qi's fair cheeks turned red, and a slap mark was clearly visible.

He was beaten to the side of his head, and the smell of blood reappeared in his mouth again. His face was expressionless, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of darkness, dark and deep.

Jiang Suiwan looked at him, even though his breath was unstable, his eyes were colder and sharper than the frost-breaking sword in his hand, exuding an icy light.

Shen Qi raised his head and touched his beaten face.

He looked at Jiang Suiwan's cold eyes, but his eyes fell on his lips.

The originally light-colored lips became moist and moist because of him, spreading out like wet peony petals, so thick and bright that they were almost dazzling.

Such cold eyes, such bright lip color.

Shen Qi suddenly smiled. He licked the blood from the corners of his lips and looked at Jiang Suiwan with an afterthought, like a beast coveting its prey. He said, "Xianjun and I will go back to the devil world."

"Asshole." Jiang Suiwan was extremely angry and looked at him coldly, "Wishful thinking."

Shen Qi nodded, "Well, I'm a bastard." He paused and said, "But did the Immortal Lord make a mistake?"

Shen Qi smiled, his gorgeous eyebrows as thick as a beautiful cannibal in the mountains: "I'm not asking for your opinion."

Hearing this, Jiang Suiwan stared at him and stepped back cautiously, but still took a step slower. Suddenly, his eyesight began to turn black, and it was as if all the strength had been drained from his body. Jiang Suiwan could not even hold his sword steady.

He looked a little pale, "You...what did you do?"

Shen Qi flicked the tip of his sword.

Jiang Suiwan's wrist trembled, and with a "clang", the frost-breaking sword fell to the ground.

Jiang Suiwan stumbled and fell down without any strength. Shen Qi quickly pulled him into his arms, looking at Jiang Suiwan with hot and dark eyes.

Shen Qi lowered his head, kissed the corners of his eyes, and said, "Guess."

"..." Jiang Suiwan's consciousness was chaotic and he fell completely into a coma.

Shen Qi picked him up and let him lean softly into his arms.

He lowered his eyes, looked at Ye Qingyang who was full of hatred, and packed him away.

He was in a good mood today, so Ye Qingyang should save it and kill him slowly.

(The author has something to say: Hahahaha, I just like this kind of plot. I am a local dog and I love it very much. By the way, I don’t know what Shen Qi should call Master now. He is called Xianjun, Xiaoxianjun, Sui Sui, Wan Late, late in the year? It all feels so weird and I can’t think of a suitable one. Do you have any opinions or pick one?)