Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Ziyun Peak, Lingxiantai.

"You bold and evil disciple, if you still refuse to admit your guilt after all this, don't blame me for executing you on behalf of my master!"

Thousands of disciples gathered around Lingxiantai, each holding a magic sword and staring at the man in the center with hateful faces.

Luo Yuheng's hands and feet were bound with immortal chains. A thick long chain covered with immortal runes tied his strong waist and the Cloud-supporting Pillar behind him together. The chain kept tightening, leaving shocking bloody marks on his body.

The black clothes played a role, but you couldn't tell anything from a distance.

The boy's eyes were sinister, his thin face was full of indomitable spirit, but his words were still aloof and contemptuous.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and squinted at the man who had just spoken, "Hypocrisy."

"What's my fault?!"

Luo Xun clenched the hilt of the sword, "You are so stubborn! Don't you know what you have done?!"

"You think you can get your hands on Master's Taoist robes? And the elixirs before, you just relied on the fact that you are Master's most beloved disciple to get close to Master without any bottom line. You still refuse to admit that you have dirty thoughts about Master!"

Luo Yuheng was almost amused by his words. How could it be possible that he had improper thoughts about that devil! Did he value the "love" of his master?

Everyone envied him for being able to be summoned at any time and served, but only he knew that his inhuman master just wanted to use his immortal root to make medicine.

For many days and nights, he almost died under the devil master's marrow-sucking formation, leaving him with only one breath of life.

Luo Yuheng had hated Si Mo for a long time, and he swore that if he got the chance one day, he would kill him with his own hands!

What is the situation now? As the eldest disciple of the devil master, Luo Xun has long been jealous of his younger brother who was only brought back two and a half years ago. He hates Luo Yuheng for taking away all of the master's attention as soon as he came. Even his power to be the head of the hall was handed over to Luo Yuheng by his master.

So Luo Yuheng was framed. Who secretly put the devil master's underwear and the new elixir developed by the sect into his room? Perhaps only Luo Xun knew it best.

"Stop talking nonsense. Ziyun Peak cannot tolerate such evil-minded people! As the eldest disciple under the master, I have the right to deal with you on behalf of the sect!"

After saying that, Luo Xun no longer hesitated. He pinched his fingers together, and the poisonous insect that had been planted in Luo Yuheng's body beforehand began to attack. Veins bulged on Luo Yuheng's forehead, and he seemed to be in extreme pain. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Luo Xun flew out with a sword in his hand, aiming it at his heart.

However, at this critical moment, a purple light of the Ling sect flashed quickly from the palace gate in the distance, and a mist-like sword dotted with crimson amber and blue beads flew out and collided directly with the tip of Luo Xun's sword.

As sparks flew, Luo Xun was knocked more than ten meters away by the powerful sword energy. He fell to one knee on the ground without even being able to stand firmly, and was forced to spit out a large amount of blood.

When he raised his eyes again, he saw everyone nodding their heads and kneeling down. The figure that suddenly appeared in front of Lingxiantai shocked everyone for a moment.

The master in white stood with his hands folded, the fairy dust headband tied behind his three thousand black hair dancing in the wind, his narrow light blue eyes slightly calm as he faced everyone, his beauty was shocking at first glance.

Luo Yuheng was protected by Si Mo behind him. He had already given up hope of survival, but after seeing this figure from behind, he was dazed for a second, but only for a second, and then there was endless disgust in his eyes.

Si Mo saved himself, he actually saved himself.

It seems that they are still reluctant to let him die. After all, if he dies, who will provide this demon with the source of immortality?

"Master..." Luo Xun stood up in disbelief, his eyes red from the wind: "You are still biased towards him even now!"

"Luo Yuheng has evil intentions, he...!"

Si Mo didn't even glance at him, and when Luo Xun turned around, he found that he was under a silencing spell.

He watched his master split the chains for Luo Yuheng and uttered a whimpering sound of resentment.

"Disperse." Si Mo glanced at the crowd coldly and gave orders.

"Yes, Master." The disciples watching around lowered their heads, bowed hastily and left quickly.

Everyone in Ziyun Peak knew that the master favored the younger junior brother to an unacceptable degree, and they all resented Luo Yuheng for this injustice. They had thought that the senior brother would help them solve this problem today, but they did not expect the result to be so predictable.

They were afraid that the Master would be angry and take his wrath out on them, so they didn't have time to get out of the way.

Even if Luo Xun had gone too far, he was the master's favorite disciple before his junior brother appeared, so there was no need to worry that he would be severely punished by the master.

But they are different. Master doesn't care whether they live or die.

“Woo woo…!” Luo Xun still didn’t give up. He staggered to his feet and continued to stumble towards his master.

This time he finally got a look from his master, but it was cold and contained a hint of anger.

Luo Xun actually developed a guilty feeling, as if Si Mo had seen through him and knew that he had done all those things.

"Get away if you don't want to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, a divine force was released, and Luo Xun's fair neck was suddenly clamped by an invisible big hand. The force of the sweeping wind and huge waves instantly threw him a long distance. Luo Xun's back hit the magic pillar that was originally used to tie up Luo Yuheng. The severe burning pain almost made him faint.

After the Immortal Locking Chain was cut off, Luo Yuheng's legs were no longer able to support himself. Almost one third of his blood had been lost, and he was able to hold on until now purely by sheer willpower.

Just when he was about to fall to the ground due to exhaustion, he was suddenly supported by someone. A ray of sunlight shone down and stung Luo Yuheng's glued eyes.

The master held his back with one hand and passed the other hand through his knees, then lifted him up and held him sideways.

The boy, who was over 1.8 meters tall, seemed so light at this moment, like a wild goose feather that was about to fall.

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[Master, Master, the adults in this plane are so pitiful (＞﹏＜)]

The little ferret in the sea of ​​consciousness was holding a silk handkerchief and pressing it randomly on his face to absorb the two tears that had just squeezed out.

[Ding——The mission of this plane: redeem the dark boy Luo Yuheng and reduce his killing value against you to 0, and the original owner's sin value to below 10]

[Side quest: Become a Taoist companion with him. ]

Si Mo sat on a soft couch in the hall, looking at the still unconscious Luo Yuheng with mixed feelings.

If he hadn't come at the right time, Luo Yuheng would have almost died.

Si Mo sighed, "If only things were that simple."

In this dimension, he can see Luo Yuheng's favorability and dislike for him.

Favorability: -100

Disgust value: +100

Kill Value: +

Now Si Mo could hardly see the dark color of Luo Yuheng's love.

It seems that there is still a long way to go to influence the little apprentice.

…The sun sets.

Si Mo had just wiped the blood off his face and hands, and when he reached out to take off his clothes, his wrist was suddenly grabbed. The man who was originally unconscious had now opened his sharp eyes, and the look he gave Si Mo was like a cold scimitar cutting human flesh.