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

After Shen Qi finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Suiwan quietly.

Jiang Suiwan was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

Clean up the blood on Shen Qi's shoulder? Is this another conspiracy?

Besides, isn't there something wrong with Shen Qi's blood?

Jiang Suiwan looked at Shen Qi with some confusion, and suddenly understood something after meeting his hot eyes.

The look in these eyes was exactly the same as when Shen Qi...he was there.

He wants to...

Jiang Suiwan's face turned pale after he thought about it, "You! You bastard!"

Shen Qi was scolded, but instead smiled. He pointed at the dying man beside him, "Has the little fairy made a decision?"

Jiang Suiwan paused. I don't know how long it took, or maybe it was only a moment. The Frost-breaking Sword turned into a stream of light and penetrated into Jiang Suiwan's body. Jiang Suiwan closed his eyes and said, "Let him go."

Shen Qi let go of Ye Qingyang obediently.

Ye Qingyang was unconscious, lying on the floor like a boneless person, his breath weak.

He subconsciously called: "Master..."

Master, don’t agree to him.

The moment Shen Qi heard the sound of "Master", he whipped out a sword that penetrated Ye Qingyang's shoulder, and then pinned him firmly to the ground.

The strong demonic energy turned into gauze and fell on Ye Qingyang, covering his head and face, blocking his sight.

Then, Ye Qingyang was silenced.

"Qingyang!" Seeing that Ye Qingyang was injured, Jiang Suiwan looked at Shen Qi and asked coldly: "You said you would let him go!"

Seeing Jiang Suiwan's worried look, Shen Qi smiled slowly and said, "I won't kill him, but I never said I wouldn't hurt him."

He pointed to the injury on his shoulder and asked, "Xiao Xianjun is so soft-hearted, why don't you feel sorry for me?"

Jiang Suiwan looked at him coldly: "You bring it upon yourself."

"It's so heartless." Shen Qi opened his arms towards him, his narrow and deep eyes were like dark obsidian, "But I like him very much. No matter what kind of little fairy, I like him."

He smiled, and spoke cold and sweet words with his deep teeth: "Little Immortal Lord, come and have mercy on me."

Jiang Sui hesitated several times before going to bed, but finally raised his hand to reach for Shen Qi's clothes.

Shen Qi bent down and approached him, his eyes locked on Jiang Suiwan without blinking.

Jiang Suiwan moved very slowly, and Shen Qi did not rush him. He watched the white hands with * marks on the joints tremblingly unbuttoning his clothes. A shoulder wound was clearly carved into the bone. The wound was healing slowly, and there were traces of blood. Winding on the white flesh.

Jiang Suiwan stared at the wound and could not lower his head.

His long eyelashes trembled uneasily, making Shen Qi's desire no longer suppressable.

Shen Qi stretched out a hand to wrap around Jiang Suiwan's waist, and at the same time pressed the hesitant man against his bleeding shoulder.

Jiang Suiwan was still doing some mental construction for himself, but he was caught off guard by holding the back of his head and pressing it against Shen Qi's shoulder. The smell of blood mixed with the cold fragrance of Shen Qi's body came from his nose, and his lips were stained wet blood.

Jiang Suiwan was so stimulated that she subconsciously wanted to break free from his control.

While struggling, Jiang Suiwan suddenly noticed that Shen Qi lowered his head and breathed on the side of his neck. Shen Qi said, "Don't move."

"Xiao Xianjun should know what to do if he doesn't want that good-for-nothing to die."

Shen Qi chuckled, "Okay*."

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Shen Qi trembled with excitement, every pore in his body screamed with desire.

His gaze was like a hot hook, ironing every inch of Jiang Suiwan's eyebrows and skin inch by inch, as if he was trying to carve out a piece of flesh from him.

Jiang Suiwan turned his head and wanted to spit out the sweet and fishy blood in his mouth, but Shen Qi grabbed his face and stopped him from speaking. Shen Qi ordered him, "Swallow it."

Jiang Suiwan gave him a cold look, with humiliation hidden deep in his eyes, but he still did it after all.

Shen Qi's palm was still attached to the back of Jiang Suiwan's head. Following Jiang Suiwan's movements, he stroked Jiang Suiwan's satin-like hair.

Shen Qi lowered his head and watched Jiang Suiwan wipe away the blood on his body bit by bit.

As time passed, Jiang Suiwan finally raised his head and looked at Shen Qi.

His brows were cold, and his eyes were indifferent and distant when looking at Shen Qi, like a holy statue.

But there was blood on his lips.

Jiang Suiwan turned his head to look at Ye Qingyang and asked, "Now - um!"

Shen Qi pinched his face and forced his eyes to move to him, then lowered his head and wrapped around him.

Shen Qi said: "Xiao Xianjun, look at me."

Jiang Suiwan closed his eyes to express resistance.

Shen Qi smiled nonchalantly, held him in his mouth, and said, "It doesn't matter, Xiao Xianjun, I have plenty of time for you to look at me, just look at me."

Shen Qi grabbed Jiang Suiwan's wrist and forced him to follow him, bypassing the screen and coming to the desk.

Shen Qi swept his wide sleeves and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the broad desk fell to the floor. He grabbed Jiang Suiwan and pushed him to the desk.

"Are you crazy?!" Jiang Suiwan struggled violently, "Get away!"

Shen Qi: "Don't worry, the good-for-nothing outside is being carried away. I will throw him out of the demon world."

"Xiao Xianjun, you helped me just now, now I will love you, okay?"

Jiang Suiwan turned her head to avoid his lips, "I don't need it!"

Because he tilted his head, the hot moisture fell on the side of Jiang Suiwan's fair face.

Shen Qi bit Jiang Suiwan's thin lower jaw and said, "I want it."

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The spring scenery is beautiful.

(The author has something to say: Master is so miserable (//?//)

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