Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Inside the inn, when Tong Xiyuan put down his teacup and rushed out the door, Lu Zhihan hadn't reacted yet to what had happened. He turned to look at Liu Qingji, who just smiled awkwardly.

What Liu Qingji was thinking was, it's over. Uncle Tong has been with the Taoist for so long, and her cultivation must have improved a lot. The love poison she put in the tea must have been seen by him. I wonder what Tong Xiyuan will think of her in the future.

No matter how bold she was in love and hate, and how straightforward she was, she couldn't help but feel a little shy at this moment. Liu Qingji stood up and took the tea away, saying, "Brother, please rest early. I'll leave first."

As for how angry her father would be when he found out, Liu Qingji thought that she would explain it in detail when she had the chance. Lu Zhihan was such a good person, her father would recognize him sooner or later.

And the other side.

Tong Xiyuan originally wanted to look for Fan He, but was told by 999 that the other party had returned to the house.

In just two steps, the love poison took effect in Tong Xiyuan's body. When he pushed the door open, he ran into Fan He's arms with blushing cheeks.

"Disciple?"

Daoist Master Xuan was stunned for a moment and raised his hand to catch him. He seemed to smell a faint scent of green grass. He just thought that Tong Xiyuan had gone out to look for him and his body was covered with dew.

"Master," Tong Xiyuan rubbed his cheek in his arms, and gradually became more restless. He grabbed Fan He's hand uncomfortably, raised his face and said, "It's so hot."

The love poison of the Blood Demon Sect, in the original world information, only took a cup of tea to make the two protagonists cooked rice. Now that it has fallen on Tong Xiyuan, who has a low cultivation level, the effect will only be more obvious.

The young man's round eyes were misty as if stained with the thick dew at night. His bright movements made Xuan Zhi Dao Zun stiffen all over.

"..." A trace of repressed emotion flashed across Fan He's eyes. He felt the endless heat coming from Tong Xiyuan and had already found out what happened to the boy. Although he was extremely angry that someone had given Tong Xiyuan such a despicable thing, at this moment he just closed his eyes and rolled his Adam's apple for a moment, trying to keep his tone calm, "You are poisoned, your master will do the work for you."

Tong Xiyuan put his arms around his neck. The coldness on Fan He's body that he had disliked so much a few days ago became his only comfort at this moment. He stood on tiptoe and kissed him, and asked vaguely: "Practice? Dual cultivation?"

Tong Xiyuan blinked slowly, his head dizzy from the heat working in a daze. He wondered if the dual cultivation method of those who practiced the Way of Mercilessness would be different from that of others.

The softness on his lips was fleeting. Xuan Zhi Dao Zun narrowed his eyes, clenched his hands that were holding Tong Xiyuan's waist into fists, a vein bulged on his forehead, and he endured it and said, "Where did you learn these things? Be obedient, and I will force the poison out of you..."

"No," Tong Xiyuan blocked his mouth, licked him twice in an unskilled manner, frowned and said, "Master, it's so uncomfortable, so hot."

In an instant, sweat soaked Fan He's clothes. He tightened his jaw and held his breath for a long time, then raised his hand and pressed the back of Tong Xiyuan's head.

Tong Xiyuan raised his eyes as if he had noticed something, "Hmm?"

However, the expected storm did not come.

The hand gently stroked the top of Tong Xiyuan's head. Fan He hugged him and sighed deeply, saying in a hoarse voice: "Master... help you."

The warm palm slowly moved down, but was angrily slapped away by Tong Xiyuan the next moment.

"No!" Tong Xiyuan and he were in sync, and understood what Fan He wanted to express from his struggling words. That was not the kind of help between lovers who had been in love for three lifetimes.

Perhaps this was the most difficult decision for Xuan Zhi Dao Zun, who had practiced the ruthless way for thousands of years, but Tong Xiyuan couldn't help but be angry. He pushed Fan He away, turned around, opened the door and ran out, "I don't need you anymore, I can do it myself."

As soon as Tong Xiyuan took a shaky step out of the room, his legs went weak and he fell down holding onto the wall.

A pair of strong arms caught him and pulled Tong Xiyuan into a warm embrace.

Tong Xiyuan's mind was already in a mess, and he seemed to hear a familiar voice.

"Tsk, is this how he takes care of you?"

Before he could open his eyes to see who was speaking, he was pushed against the wall and kissed.

Unlike the light touch just now, the rubbing of ears at this time greatly relieved the desire in Tong Xiyuan's body.

"Hmm..." Tong Xiyuan was so confused by the kiss that he unconsciously grabbed the man's clothes. When he wrapped his arms around the waist of a familiar size, he was bumped and his mind cleared up for a moment.

When did Master's belt start to be hung with jade?

But he only woke up for a moment and was soon dragged into the abyss of desire again.

Tong Xiyuan closed his eyes, and the man's body completely blocked out the light from the outside world, so he didn't notice that at the moment he was kissed, a tall figure walked out of the house next to him.

The two men with exactly the same looks confronted each other for a moment. The one in black looked at the other sideways, raised his eyebrows provocatively, and raised his hand to fiddle with the earlobe of Tong Xiyuan who was immersed in it.

Almost in an instant, the man in white summoned the Xuantian Sword, and released an unprecedented murderous aura from his body.

The one in black was not to be outdone. While hugging the person and kissing him, black evil energy condensed in his palms.

"Master, I still feel uncomfortable..."

A soft moan quickly brought the two men back to their senses, and their eyes fell on Tong Xiyuan, whose face was flushed and looked extremely uncomfortable.

The Lord of the Netherworld Palace gently stroked Tong Xiyuan's back and said in a low voice, "Be good, you will feel better soon."

After saying that, he looked at the hypocrite who was suppressing himself to the extreme but still holding back, and sneered, "There is only one way to cure this poison. Are you sure you want to watch him suffer like this?"

Xuan Zhi Dao Zun tightened his grip on the Xuan Tian Sword and said coldly, "Give him to me."

"No," the Lord of the Netherworld Palace looked at him intently, lowered his head and hugged Tong Xiyuan, who was setting fires everywhere, "If you want to find him, go to the Netherworld Palace."

He left these words, tore through the void and disappeared on the spot with Tong Xiyuan.

Dao Zun Xuan took two steps forward and suddenly stopped with the sword in his hand. He raised his hand and touched his heart, feeling the jealousy and regret coming from there.

That monster was the result of the evil thoughts in his heart, and was one with himself. He thought that hurting anyone would not hurt Tong Xiyuan. But for some reason, when he saw the other party doing such intimate things to his disciple, it was difficult for him to regard the monster as his own incarnation and not feel jealous.

After silently reciting the Heart Purification Mantra several times in his mind and realizing that it had no effect at all, Dao Zun Xuanzhi suddenly clenched the Xuantian Sword and decided to follow and get the person back.