It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Jun Moxiao had no expression on his face and did not answer, but his eyes had already given her the answer.

He waved to Danqing to remove the ban and quickly walked out of the main house.

Feeling Lan Qingya's inquiring gaze, he glared at her fiercely and left the courtyard.

Lan Qingya:?

[What's going on? Master can't satisfy her? ]

Jun Moxiao's cough was heard in the room. Lan Qingya quickly collected her thoughts and ran into the room to check on him.

It didn't matter that she took a look, Lan Qingya's pupils suddenly shrank.

Jun Moxiao's clothes were disheveled, his shoulders were half exposed, and his disheveled beauty complemented the messy and dilapidated house.

You are born gracefully, like snow on the peak.

The eyes are filled with mist, and the ripples are like melting ice.

The skin is fragrant and soft, and the quality is ginseng red.

The occasional charm revealed by someone who usually has nothing to do with desire is enough to captivate people, and Lan Qingya's heartbeat became uncontrollably disordered.

Jun Moxiao had a shallow wound on his cheek caused by Xiang Danqing. It wasn't really a battle injury, but it added a touch of allure to him.

He took a deep breath when he saw her come in.

Lan Qingya finally came to her senses and hurried forward to support him, saying with anger in her tone: "Elder Xiang is too much. He actually treated you like this."

She helped Jun Moxiao to lie down on the couch: "Master, how do you feel?"

The Mahayana stage Lord Grim allowed her to take care of him, lying down like a willow in the wind, and sighed, "Nothing."

"Did Xiang Danqing force you?"

Lan Qingya looked at his restrained and lustful expression, her heart trembled violently, and she reached out to pull his robe up.

She instantly became furious, feeling as if her cabbages were being eaten by pigs.

[If my master did it voluntarily, I would have nothing to say, but she actually bullied a weak flower from the mountain. If I don't go and find trouble with her, I would be unworthy of being her disciple.]

Jun Moxiao held her wrist with his warm and slender hand, his eyes showing some grievance: "I'm fine."

Lan Qingya:!

So delicate and lovable.

The Master’s character has also collapsed?

Just as she was wondering, Jun Moxiao suddenly exerted force with his palm, and Lan Qingya was pulled forward by him, and the two of them instantly closed the distance.

As their eyes met, Lord Grim uttered a few words: "Try it on me."

Lan Qingya:?

Jun Moxiao's eyes moved down to her crystal lips, then moved back to her eyes: "Aren't you looking for someone to test your charm skills?"

Lan Qingya was stunned.

[How did Master know this? ]

"It just so happens that I have been practicing concentration recently. How about we have a duel? Do you dare?"

Lan Qingya curled her lips and shook her head: "Master, this is unfair. My charm skills are only a little bit advanced now, how can I beat you?"

Jun Moxiao pulled her closer again, and said in a low but bewitching voice: "You are so bold, how can you not dare?"

Lan Qingya's eyes flickered, and she was indeed a little timid.

"Who said they wanted to drag me into the world of mortals and corrupt me with love?"

Lan Qingya was stunned. She had long forgotten when she had said this.

"You don't even dare to do it even when I give you a chance?" His eyes were so soft that they could squeeze water out of them.

Lan Qingya pursed her lips and still said nothing.

"Paper tiger." Jun Moxiao said, and was about to let her go.

Lan Qingya was aroused by his teasing tone at the end, and she grabbed his hand that was about to be withdrawn, and slowly circulated the internal energy.

"Master, I am no match for you in terms of cultivation, but when it comes to fighting, I have never been afraid of anyone. Please don't think that I am offending you."

A ban was quietly raised outside the main room.

Lan Qingya knew nothing.

[Anyway, if you win, you'll make a profit. If you lose to your master, it's not shameful. Isn't it enough to just stop treating him as your master? ]

"Since we want to fight, what's the prize?"

Jun Moxiao looked into her curved eyes, flipped his palm, and a light green jade bracelet appeared in his hand.

This bracelet is introverted, moist and clear, just like a pool of clear water hanging on the wrist.

Lan Qingya liked it at first sight: "What is this?"

"This is a magical instrument that I refined last year. I used the soul-enriching jadeite that I found in the mountains a few years ago. The space inside can store the next Piao Miao Sect."

Lan Qingya:!

"Can we create a small world inside?"

Jun Moxiao nodded.

Lan Qingya tried to take it with a sly smile, but Jun Moxiao dodged her hand.

She immediately said righteously, "Master's concentration was given to me to break. I accept this fight!"

A gleam of light flashed in Jun Moxiao's eyes, and he placed the jade bracelet on the table beside the couch.

Lan Qingya looked at him, eager to try.

Putting aside the fact that he was her master, Jun Moxiao was indeed a rare opponent.

It was so powerful that it was difficult to shake, which aroused Lan Qingya's competitive spirit.

She made up her mind and pulled Jun Moxiao up from the couch.

The robe that had just been pulled back fell apart again, exposing his muscular body to the air.

Lan Qingya's expression became coquettish and cunning, and she walked around his long forked legs and pounced directly in front of him.

Their breaths intertwined, and she used her affectionate eyes to trace Jun Moxiao's eyebrows.

It's like a greedy cat looking at delicious little fish.

Jun Moxiao's dark eyes were originally calm, but when he saw her beautiful face, it suddenly enlarged.

She felt timid and subconsciously looked away. When she looked up again, she had lost her advantage.

Lan Qingya keenly noticed his subtle changes and a smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

Her beautiful eyes drooped slightly, and her rosy lips lingered on his lips, neither touching nor leaving, leaving the initiative to the person opposite.

Jun Moxiao's eyes were drawn to her lips, but he didn't take the bait.

Lan Qingya put one hand on his leg and moved slowly inward, while the other hand touched his chest, touching the chest she had longed for.

Jun Moxiao's breathing stagnated, and the iceberg in his dark pupils began to collapse.

The immortal energy in her body circulated, and suddenly a sweet mist emerged from Lan Qingya's mouth, slowly spreading and enveloping Jun Moxiao's handsome face who was so close to her.

It was her scent. He closed his eyes to hide the throbbing in his heart.

Lan Qingya saw that he had his eyes closed, pursed her lips and smiled, rubbed his face with her cheek, moved to his ear, and whispered: "Ajun, you don't dare to look at me?"

As soon as Ah Jun said this, Jun Moxiao felt as if something had struck his chest. He opened his eyes and saw her teasing eyes: "How dare you..."

There was no trace of reproach in his tone, and it betrayed his crumbling coldness.

Does fighting require seniority?

Lan Qingya raised her face, playfully and seductively, and put her lips to his chin with obvious motives: "You look strong but you are weak."

As she lowered her body, her hands naturally touched his waist.

His abdominal muscles were rubbed repeatedly and unceremoniously by her, and Jun Moxiao finally couldn't help but roll his Adam's apple.

Seeing that he was not taking the bait, she stood up, pushed him down on the couch, and leaned over to hold him down.

The delicate and soft person was no longer the same person as before, and her surging breasts pressed against his chest.

The dumpling is flat.

Lan Qingya rubbed her nose against his, a gleam of light in her eyes, and lowered her head to kiss his lips.

Without kissing him deliberately, she gently bit his lips and licked them with her small, red and wet tongue.