Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

In the dimly lit hall, on the steps covered with woad short-pile carpet, stood a figure with his back to the hall door.

Several disciples who had returned to the sect to report stepped into the hall in unison, instantly breaking the silent and stagnant atmosphere.

The main plotter led the other accomplices to take their positions. Today's leader made them tremble with fear for no reason.

The tall and strange figure was stiff and wooden, and did not show any response to their questions.

Several disciples had timid expressions on their faces, and they all swallowed the large amount of saliva that had just been secreted from their mouths.

One of the young disciples had never seen such a depressing scene before. He leaned closer to the senior brother standing in front of him and asked softly, "Senior brother, what happened to the sect master?"

Someone called senior brother tilted his head to look at him, then shook his head twice. He didn't know what was going on. The sect master was completely unaware of what they said. He had repeated the process of completing the task in such detail, but the sect master... still didn't respond at all.

Just when the atmosphere was as heavy as a stagnant pool of water, the person involved who was privately speculated by everyone finally showed some signs of movement.

Without turning his head back, Zhou Wen raised his hand under his wide-sleeved robe and waved the back of his palm backwards. The disciples who were waiting there then received his order and left.

Although they were talking about the clan leader behind his back as an act of insubordination, they could not help but feel Zhou Wen's unusually creepy behavior. They only moved their mouths a few times before closing them tightly.

Zhou Wen, with a dull expression, had no idea what he was doing. "Hiss..." He suddenly felt a tearing pain in his head. Before he could take any measures to relieve it, the pain disappeared on its own.

Quickly glancing at the familiar surroundings, he was surprised to find himself in a great hall.

What was going on? He didn't remember that there was any urgent matter that needed to be discussed today, so why was he standing here for no reason?

Moreover, the pain in his head had not yet subsided, so he kept pressing the most painful spot with two fingers. "This is really weird." He couldn't figure out the current situation and subconsciously muttered a few words.

Zhou Wen, who was intoxicated with the land of tenderness, had just sneaked back to Yu Tu Sect from the brothel in the mortal world today. He should have been lying in the comfortable wedding quilt with his original Taoist partner, instead of standing there like a fool, wondering what had happened.

An important link was automatically overlooked in his mind. He had been running outside every day during this period, but Baili Qi did not use the voice-transmitting jade to urge or question him as usual.

In the past, given Baili Qi's love-starved nature, he would have been unable to hold back long ago.

It is conceivable that Baili Qi simply adopted a perfunctory attitude of turning a blind eye to Zhou Wen's irresponsible behavior. If you say that he knew nothing about this matter, he will laugh at you for being smart.

Don't forget that there is Li Yijing beside him who likes to exaggerate.

This also means that the relationship between the two has long been on thin ice. If things don't go well, they will freeze to death under the cold eyes of the other person.

The innate evil spirit of the Mirage Beast helped him a lot, and sending aid back to Ancheng was also his long-planned plan.

This time, he could just watch from the sidelines and not participate in the whole process, yet he was confident throughout.

Liu Han and Zhou Wen, Baili Qi lifted the weighing bracelet, a devilish smile appeared on their delicate faces, the soul-purifying ball made of Nether Sky Stone, with a bewitching faint light flowing on the inner wall, the alternating blue and purple colors that flickered and captured vulgar eyes, a prison for the living souls, this was their most beautiful home.

Mo Qianyu and Bai Luoli had been planning the foreplay for a long time, but it came to an abrupt end at the last crucial moment.

It was really depressing to have the arrow on the string but not be able to shoot. He didn't want that madman to know that he had broken the contract first, otherwise his master's vulnerability would be doubled.

"What's wrong?" Bai Luoli, who was in urgent need of moisture, asked unhappily.

There was no plan to interrupt this matter at the last minute, but it never happened.

Mo Qianyu knew how much his actions had dampened the mood, and he looked extremely helpless.

He said, "Master, let's try a different way of playing today."

"Something's wrong. Normally at this time, you would have already proved everything with your physical strength." Bai Luoli glanced down. How could he endure it even if it was like this? He immediately said with an expression of disbelief: "You...you are not able to do it anymore?"

As soon as these two words came out, it was like two blind lightning bolts struck the innocent head. Mo Qianyu seemed to be able to imagine that the harmonious life in bed would be gone forever...

But the man kept questioning his ability, and even forcibly twisted Mo Qianyu's shoulders, trying to launch the first counterattack in his career.

The young man's impulse, which had finally cooled down, became hot-headed and lost his rationality because of these words.

The tender lips were bitten, and the last piece of fig leaf left on the body was violently pulled off.

The entangled shapes were like two twisted braids, the flat mattress was completely unrecognizable, and the silk pillows were scattered all over the place.

Bai Luoli was secretly delighted that she would have the chance to be the top one day, but her delight didn't last for more than two seconds before the young man pulled her back to take control.

The heat in the room suddenly soared to the highest endurance point.

He was wrong. He shouldn't have said those two slapping words, and he shouldn't have dreamed that he would have the chance to fight back. After being pinned to the bed and severely "taught a lesson", Mo Qianyu held on to his "dignity" that could not be challenged.

Jiang Yuning specially brought a bowl of dumplings warmed by the barrier from Heshu Hall. On the way back, she met Mo Zhiyuan, Ye Yifan and Qian Miaomiao.

Seeing that he was walking in a hurry with something in his hands, Qian Miaomiao, who was already very considerate, reminded him in a caring tone that the road was slippery on the snow and he should walk slowly and carefully.

Afraid that if he stayed for another second longer they would notice what was going on, Jiang Yuning thanked them and hurriedly passed by them.

Mo Zhiyuan: "Why do I feel like Junior Brother Jiang is worried?"

Ye Yifan looked at the plain clothing that almost blended into the snow and replied, "Does Junior Brother Jiang have a favorite Junior Sister?"

Qian Miaomiao looked back and forth between the two of them. They could analyze so many things about just one person serving dumplings. "Don't think too much. Maybe Junior Brother Jiang hasn't eaten the dumplings yet and wants to take them back to the disciple courtyard to eat."

Mo Zhiyuan said confidently: "I saw Junior Brother Jiang eating dumplings in Heshu Hall earlier."

Qian Miaomiao rolled her eyes in displeasure. This guy was determined to fight her to the end, wasn't he?

Does he understand that you can't compete with girls for victory or defeat?

The straight man who didn't understand romance was really hopeless. She shouldn't have argued with him about this topic.

Seeing that the two were about to confront each other again, Ye Yifan played the role of peacemaker and shifted their attention to another direction.

When they were almost at the disciple courtyard, Chu Yunze happened to come out of the courtyard, and the two of them met face to face.

The breath that Jiang Yuning had managed to let go along the way rose up again in his throat.

Chu Yunze is not the kind of person who likes to meddle in other people's affairs. He only thinks that the dumplings in the cafeteria are delicious and his junior fellow students don't have enough to eat.

He never thought about the deeper meaning at all. If he thought about it more carefully, the truth was just one step away and one door behind.

The young man on the bed looked very weak. Although Jiang Yuning poured spiritual energy into his body, there was no sign of him waking up.

He was afraid that if things were delayed any further, the consequences would be disastrous.

Maybe I have to go to Qingyanxuan and ask Master to solve the problem.