The villain master got pregnant after being whitewashed [Transmigration Book]

The evening wind is cool, and a waning moon hangs high in the night sky.

There was the rustling sound of spring water flowing beside her ears. After a short period of dizziness, Ye Ling struggled to open her eyes, and her eyes full of doubts and surprises fell on a stone slab not far away.

It was a huge black stone slab, and there was a sharp dagger in the corner. Under the hazy moonlight, the back of the knife was glowing with a faint cold light; beside the dagger was a tea-colored porcelain bowl, and a piece of blood-stained hemp rope.

Ye Ling swallowed nervously, her back pressed against the stone wall behind her, and her eyes fell on the unconscious young man in the center of the stone slab.

The young man's face was pale and his eyes were tightly closed. He lay on his back defenselessly, his chest rose and fell weakly, and his left hand drooped weakly. There was a hideous scar more than an inch long on his wrist, and blood slowly slid down his slender fingertips to the ground.

Literally the aftermath of a massive abuse scene.

"You..." Just as Ye Ling was about to speak, the faint smell of blood in the air made his stomach churn, and his physical nausea made him lean on the wall and retch twice in embarrassment.

Perhaps it was because he made too much noise, the motionless body on the slate suddenly began to tremble slightly. After a few convulsions, the young man uttered a low moan of pain. He opened his eyes with a frown, gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, following Ye Ling's movement. Fang Xiang turned his head to look over, a pair of black eyes staring at him without blinking.

Ye Ling stood up straight in silence, looked down at her black silk clothes expressionlessly, and then at the whitish dark blue cloth shirt the young man had washed, complaining incessantly.

Who can tell him what is going on!

The young man lowered his head slightly, his dark eyes were blocked by his broken hair, and he smiled ironically like self-deprecating, and after a while he muttered to himself, "What else does Master want?"

To tell you the truth, I want to know more than you do.

"I... have nothing to ask for as a teacher," Ye Ling swallowed, took a half step back secretly, and said with difficulty, "You can leave first."

I saw the young man raised his head and stared at Ye Ling fiercely, like a scarred beast, his eyes were full of vigilance and injury; after a while, he struggled to get down from the stone slab again, and the knife edge on his wrist, which had stopped bleeding, cracked again, but he As if he didn't care, he walked towards Ye Ling expressionlessly.

As the young man approached, Ye Ling felt that cold sweat had soaked his back, and he clasped his hands behind his back, pinched his palms tightly with his fingertips, and forced himself to look at the young man equally indifferently and unfeelingly, showing a rational expression. Appropriate expression.

"I obey, Shuangyue Xianjun," the young man stood still a few steps away, his muscles tensed, his expression darkened, he gritted his back teeth and squeezed out each word one by one, "my good master."

After speaking, seeing Ye Ling still staring at him silently, the young man's dark eyes dimmed, he turned around and left after saluting, his back was even more lonely in the dark confined space.

Ye Ling turned his back to the young man and didn't dare to turn his head back. His back collapsed straight until the sound of heavy footsteps disappeared for a long time before his legs became weak and he supported the stone wall to stabilize his body. Some clues can be found in the environment and the youth's discourse.

The dark and bloody secluded room, the cold and sharp dagger, the persecuted apprentice, the heartless and indifferent Frost Moon Immortal...and so on!Isn't this exactly the scene in a fairy tale novel he just read last night, where the villain master with the same name as himself persecutes the male protagonist's apprentice!

The protagonist of the original book, Jing Xi, is one of the only two apprentices of the original body. As a typical case of Xianxia novels, the male protagonist must have a miserable life experience and a difficult journey, laying the foundation for becoming the master of heaven and earth in the future.

As the villain master who was obsessed with intoxication and cultivation, the original character was withdrawn and indifferent to others. After suffering from a demon, in order to improve his skills, he unscrupulously sucked the hero's strange blood, which caused the hero to succeed after three years of torture. Blackened into a fallen demon, he pierced his original body with a sword through his heart on the night of adulthood, killing him on the spot.

After getting rid of the villain master, the male protagonist has been hanging around all the way. First, he unified the demon clan, and then led the demon army to fight in all directions. In just a few years, he became the only leader in the world—but these descriptions are very general. Ninety percent of this book is describing how the male lead went from being controlled by the villain master to finally standing up and calling the shots.

The scene that happened just now should be one of the times when the original body took blood from the male protagonist's apprentice, and the most urgent thing to do is to find out how far away he is from the scheduled death.

Ye Ling got up quickly and strode in the direction the young man left, only to hear the sound of water flowing more and more clearly, but a huge water curtain appeared in front of Baibu, covering the world outside the curtain airtightly.

Don't shower me, don't shower me, don't shower me... Thinking quickly in his heart, a faint blue transparent barrier appeared around Ye Ling. He held his breath, closed his eyes and jumped out of the water curtain It came out and landed safely on the soft grass outside the Shuilian Cave.

As if the barrier had a tacit understanding with him, the moment his feet landed on the ground, they automatically turned into starlight particles, floating in the air and disappearing.

The moonlight is as quiet as water, and the evening breeze is mixed with a little coolness; Ye Ling tightened her gown, folded her arms and admired the neatly decorated bamboo bushes in front of her eyes and the winding bluestone road beside her feet. The faint bamboo fragrance in the air made her tense The body relaxed a little.

The living environment of the original body has been described in detail in the original book. The reclusive Frost Moon Immortal lived alone in a small courtyard on the top of the mountain all year round. Because he loved mottled bamboos, he ordered people to plant the whole mountain with mottled bamboos. The nearby mottled bamboo groves are even more personally trimmed, and the roots are green and straight, forming a landscape of its own.

Accompanied by the light bamboo fragrance, Ye Ling walked along the winding bluestone slabs all the way to an elegant and simple small house; the house is not big, but it is not difficult to see the high-quality building materials.Pushing the door and entering the empty main hall, and then going through the long corridor to the bedroom in the side hall, Ye Ling couldn't help sighing secretly in his heart when he saw the same grand and elegant furnishings in the room.

The furnishings in this room are all in line with his taste and preferences, even as if he arranged and designed it himself.

Turning around and sitting down on the wooden table beside the couch, Ye Ling frowned slightly as she looked at the beautiful but pale face in the bronze mirror.

Deep eyebrows, straight nose bridge, light thin lips... He is very familiar with this identical face, but the decadent and sick feeling that is too pale for no reason makes him feel strange.

But it's reasonable to say that as the youngest elder of Xuanqingzong, the most powerful sect in the world, the original body with extraordinary talents was once the favorite of the heavens who fascinated everyone. , even the heretical way of taking other people's blood is difficult to improve, and in the end it ends up in a desolate ending with a sword piercing the heart.

Ye Ling walked slowly to the pear wood table in the corner. The table with fine patterns was full of small porcelain bottles and medicine utensils. At the foot of the table stood a half-person-high iron medicine mill and casserole. Passing through the liner can also stir up fine black powder particles, which smell very bitter.

This should be what the original body used to curb heart disease and make medicine for himself.

Without waiting for Ye Ling to feel more, a strong palpitation suddenly struck, and the suffocation of drowning was accompanied by severe pain. The pain caused him to curl up uncontrollably, his legs gave way and he almost fell down. He had no choice but to hold on to the table with his right fingertips, and his left hand was clenched into a fist and rested on his lips, coughing violently.

The vision was blurred, and the humming sound hit this fragile body one after another. The surrounding air seemed to be drawn away maliciously, and the burning sensation in the chest was even more unbearable.

Ye Ling shook her head violently, staggered around in dizziness, forced herself to look at the bottles and cans on the table, uncorked the bottles and sniffed one by one, gritted her teeth for the last time, and picked the one that looked closest to her. Spectrum took the pill with his head raised.

I don't know how long it took, the muffled coughing stopped, and the room returned to silence, only Ye Ling, who couldn't bear it anymore, fell to the ground, panting heavily while clutching his chest, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with eating.

Seeing the glaring scarlet in his palm, Ye Ling smiled weakly and shook his head, even if Xin Daoyuan was not killed by the male lead, he wouldn't be able to live for a few years just because of this heart disease.

There were bloodstains on the black cuffs. The tired Ye Ling changed clothes and lay down in the soft big bed. She wanted to make some plans, but fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

This sleep was very restless. In the dream, there was a person who kept calling Ye Ling's name in a low voice, sometimes and intermittently, only one word "save" could be heard clearly.

Ye Ling became a little impatient in her sleep, frowning and unconsciously asked, "...Who?"

"......it's me."

A gentle male voice rang clearly in his ears, Ye Ling trembled, opened his eyes suddenly and sat up, looking around the room vigilantly.

There was no one around, and after a while, there was another knock on the door, followed by that courteous voice, "Master is me, Yu Lian."

Yu Lian, another apprentice who followed Yuan Shen since she was a child.

"...It's Yu Lian," Ye Ling rubbed his temples to realize, and said while pulling up his clothes, "Come in."

After a while, the door was pushed open, and a young man in his early twenties walked in. His voice was as good as his appearance. He respectfully saluted Ye Ling before he straightened up, and said softly, "Master, did you rest well last night? Do you need disciples to tie your hair?"

"Okay," Ye Ling responded lightly, got out of bed, put on some clothes, sat down at the table, looked at the gentle and elegant young man through the bronze mirror, picked up a peach wood comb, and lowered his eyes carefully Hair for him.

For this apprentice, Ye Ling only has the impression of being "gentle to others". In the original book, he respects his master and loves his junior. He was one of the few survivors when the male protagonist Jing Xi destroyed Xuan Qingzong.

"Yu Lian," softly calling the young man's name, Ye Ling hesitated again and again, but still asked tentatively, "Jing Xi's coming-of-age ceremony is coming soon."

"Yeah," the young man nodded, focusing all his attention on Ye Ling's black hair, without any suspicion, he replied casually without even thinking about it, "In a month's time, it will be the coming-of-age ceremony for the younger brother at the age of 20."

Ye Ling froze when he heard this.

He just came here, and there is only one month left? ? ?