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

"If a person wants to lose, who can help him win?"

Jing Xi frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

Five years ago, Xuanqingzong was visited by a group of outsiders who claimed to be witches, and one of them was kind to the former suzerain; they traveled here, saying that they wanted to learn Xuanqingzong's swordsmanship, but they were looking for a free inn to treat Xuanqing secretly. Swordsmanship is dismissive.

The former suzerain turned a blind eye to these sarcastic remarks and ordered people to entertain them nicely.

I thought these people would leave on their own after ten days and a half months, but one morning, the disciples guarding the gate found two dead male corpses in front of the mountain. After inspection, they turned out to be two Wu people.

This matter caused an uproar in Xuanqingzong, but after nearly a month of investigation, there was no result, so it had to be let go.

But Yunxi knew.

On that dark night, when passing by the school grounds by chance, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar figure behind the rockery, and stabbed two drunk Wu people to death with a knife indifferently.

He had seen the faces of the two of them, and at the banquet that night, he had drunkenly chatted privately, pointing at Ye Ling and whispering, "Look at that little waist and thin waist, it must be very cool to make."

At that time, Yunxi knew that Yu Lian was an assassin hiding in the dark, unable to see the light, but his moves were fatal.

"...It's nothing interesting, just talking nonsense." Yunxi shrugged his shoulders indifferently, blew the broken hair on his forehead, turned his back and waved to Jingxi, and walked up to the upper stand casually.

He doesn't like Yu Lian, but he doesn't bother to meddle in other people's affairs.

When Yu Lian arrived, Ye Ling was basking in the sun in the courtyard, her eyelids were slightly blue, and she was bathed in the sun in plain clothes, warm and fragile.

Since he came to this world, the number of heart disease attacks is not small, but every time he recovers immediately after the attack, he has never been burned for several hours like yesterday.

Besides, the timing of the heart attack this time was too coincidental, and it happened to be at the moment when Jing Xi drew his sword out of its sheath.

Could it be that the original body sucked too much blood, Jing Xi's spiritual power, which was not suppressed by the black iron sword, circulated rapidly, and then affected his body?

It doesn't seem to make sense.

Unable to understand for a while, Ye Ling turned around in distress and saw Yu Lian coming, there was no surprise in her eyes, she just smiled wryly, knowing that she still couldn't hide, "The suzerain asked you to call me?"

Yu Lian nodded, "Master, don't worry, the suzerain never asked about what happened yesterday."

"Ah You has been avoiding me for the past two days, and he often doesn't see anyone for a whole day." Ye Ling nodded, got up and put on his cloak, "Go to the Second Prince and ask after the competition."

The two came to the arena at the foot of the mountain silently all the way, and the outcome of the match was already decided.

The young man held a black iron sword weighing a hundred catties in his hand. In the cold light, the blade turned and rushed towards the opponent quickly and violently.

He was also a power attacking player, but the more robust young man on the other side was obviously a little flustered. He lowered his body to avoid the back of the sword, and his steps were weak. Facing Jing Xi's menacing attack, he was a little caught off guard.

The young man in the arena moved smoothly and unhurriedly, and suddenly glanced to the outside of the arena, his eyes flashed, and the moves suddenly became fierce.

With his toes pointing, he leaped high into the sky, descended straight down amidst the exclamations of the crowd, and charged towards his opponent by surprise.

Yun Xi on the stand gave a snort, lowered his head to look down, sneered, and understood clearly, "I said so."

The opponent was quickly defeated, and he was not discouraged. He stepped forward with a smile on his face, cupped his fists and said, "I'm not as skilled as others, so I admit defeat."

Jing Xi responded briefly, and forgot to even reply, sheathed her sword and hurried down the ring, her footsteps were in such a hurry that he hadn't even noticed.

"Why do you still use this black iron sword?" Ye Ling asked as the young man walked straight up, looking at the black iron sword on his back.

"It feels easier."

Ye Ling's hair was not tied up today, and the blue silk wicker swayed in the breeze like wicker. There was an uncommon frailty in the cold, making people unable to help but worry that he would be blown down by the wind in the next moment.

"Is Master feeling better?"

Ye Ling hummed subconsciously, his eyes followed the young man who was about to take the stage; compared to Jing Xi, he was more worried about Yu Lian who was only good at defense, if he met an opponent with good offensive and defensive capabilities, his chances of winning would be greatly reduced.

The young man's black eyes were burning, and his lips were slightly pursed; he looked up at Yun Xi who was winking with him in the stands, and suddenly remembered that someone once said foolishly——

"If you want to achieve your goals, you have to pay some price."

"hiss--"

With a sound of gasping, Ye Ling's attention was instantly attracted, and when he turned around quickly, he saw the young man holding his left arm with his right hand, not daring to move, with sweat on his forehead, and a look of forbearance on his face.

"What's going on? Let me see."

Jing Xi quickly raised her eyes, and seeing Ye Ling looking at her anxiously, she immediately put down her right hand, and tried to hide her left hand behind her back, "It's okay——"

"Let me see." Ye Ling's slightly cool palm grabbed Jing Xi's forearm hidden behind her, and she couldn't help but lift up her clothes, and whispered at the inch-long scar, "The injury just now?"

That man is clearly not Jing Xi's opponent, how could he draw such a long wound on his arm?

Could it be himself...?

Jing Xi gave a low hum, looked at Ye Ling with an unbelievable expression on his face, and withdrew his hand again, and took a step back, "This disciple also finds it strange, Master Ruo—"

"I don't mean that, go, find a place to bandage you."

Ye Ling hurriedly interrupted, thinking that Jingxi would not, and had no reason to be so stupid, to hurt herself; seeing that the wound was still bleeding and the young man was in pain, Ye Ling thought the injury was serious, and in a hurry put the remaining Forgotten in the back of her mind, Lian led Jing Xi to find a secluded place to apply the medicine.

The two sat in the empty hall, Ye Ling took the wound medicine from the boy, opened his clothes to observe the wound, and frowned, "He is obviously far inferior to you, why is he so careless——"

"Master," Jing Xi interrupted, raised her eyes to meet Ye Ling's eyes full of worry, with inexplicable joy in her heart, "You haven't answered me just now, are you feeling better?"

Seeing the undisguised joy in the young man's eyes, Ye Ling was speechless for a while, and replied while cleaning the wound, "It's much better."

The two of them sat opposite each other for a while without talking; the plain-clothed man leaned forward, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, his phoenix eyes were fixed on the firm and powerful forearm, his movements were gentle, and his expression focused.

The young man pursed his lips, retracted his arms as if unable to bear it for a long time, lowered his head, and said slowly, "Master, I just won."

"Aren't you going to praise me?"

Maybe it's because Jingxi's grievances are so rare to see. These words not only made Ye Ling forget yesterday's nightmare, but also gave birth to a loving father's mentality of "children must be encouraged to make progress".

So he touched Jing Xi's head almost casually, lowered his head and blew gently on his wound, "Hey, don't move, you are doing very well."

The thin lips were moist, and the breath of water brushed over Jing Xi's forearm, and it was numb and numb, and she didn't know where to touch it, and there was an uncontrollable tremor in an instant.

The young man swallowed hard, his masseter muscles tightened unconsciously, and his voice was filled with forbearance, "...Master, don't blow it, it's itchy."

Ye Ling frowned, "Itchy? Where?"

With a light cough, Jing Xi turned her head and said in a very low voice, "...My heart itch."