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

The decision to go to Phoenix City was made quickly and hastily.

The scene was extraordinarily grand.

Under the scorching sun, Ye Ling squinted slightly, looked at dozens of rows of humanoid monsters ready to go, and looked at Yu Lian behind him helplessly, "It's only a few hundred miles away, and you can take a carriage, why bother with such a big fanfare."

The young man lowered his head and lowered his eyes behind him, and said respectfully, "Master's body is just right, the carriage is bumpy and uncomfortable for a long journey, and the thousand-mile beast is more comfortable."

After finishing speaking, he nodded his head slightly, raised his eyes, and saw a huge pink round beast floating in the air a few steps away, floating steadily towards Ye Ling, and stopped in front of Ye Ling, with a pair of black bean-like round eyes exposed at the front end, followed by shouting innocently Voice Master.

"He is my master, not yours." Yu Lian touched his head and retorted softly.

"Okay," the black eyes rolled, and Thousand Miles Beast shouted childishly again, "Master."

Ye Ling laughed, hugged the drowsy Ayou and rode on the Qianli Beast, insisted that Yu Lian remove the guards, and then turned around to say goodbye to Si Yao Yunxi.

In the next section, the appointment of the Immortal Governor will be imminent. If there is no major event, it is inconvenient for Si Yao to leave Xuanqingzong, and Yunxi will naturally stay with him.

Thousand Miles Beast, as its name suggests, the three of them traveled unimpeded all the way, and it took only half a day to travel hundreds of miles, and they arrived at the gate of Huangcheng City steadily at dusk and sunset.

As early as tens of miles away, Ye Ling saw the line of troops under the moat in the air, and after landing, he personally experienced the raging momentum of an army of ten thousand people.

A tall man in military uniform stepped forward, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a calm demeanor; he bowed slightly to Ye Ling, and said loudly, "Xuanyuan is here to wait for the immortal."

This is Huangdi's eldest son, Xuanzhou's only opponent for the throne, Xuanyuan.

Looking at his face, it didn't quite match the rumored brutality.

After a few simple greetings, several people came to the Fire Palace in their respective riding tools. Xuan Yuan led Ye Ling and his party to the front of the main hall, where several officials and courtiers were waiting.

The veterans saluted Xuanyuan Yu Lian one after another, and simply bowed to Ye Ling.

Facing the sound of respect, Yu Lian stood behind Ye Ling and just watched coldly. After a moment of inexplicable embarrassment, Xuan Yuan was the first to break the deadlock and ordered someone to give him a seat.

"Hold on."

Yu Lian coldly watched an old minister order his servants to move Ye Ling's seat next to him, and his clear and powerful voice echoed throughout the hall.

"What qualifications do you have to sit on an equal footing with this king's master?"

After all, the young man stepped forward and moved Ye Ling's seat in front of his own, which is next to the chief seat of Xuanyuan.

Since Emperor Huang invited him to come, Ye Ling's status is naturally superior, and he walked forward slowly, waving his sleeves and sitting in front of him calmly, his phoenix eyes were clear, and his thin lips moved slightly, "Ye Mou was asked to come here specially, I don't know What's the matter."

After a half-hour meeting, the master and apprentice walked side by side through the long corridor, preparing to go to the residence in the side hall.

"Yu Lian, I have never had a chance to ask you as a teacher." Ye Ling slowed down and turned his head to look over, "How have you been these three years?"

Since he woke up, he had only met Yu Lian a few times, and each time he was a little surprised by his changes. The person who always restrained his temper in his memory had gone through many winds and rains before he became as sharp as he is today.

"Master, you don't need to think too much." When talking to Ye Ling, Yu Lian still habitually lowered her eyes and lowered her head, her tone and posture were very low, "Yu Lian will always be the disciple who wishes you good health."

Ye Ling wanted to ask a few more questions, but he heard two footsteps coming from the corner behind him, it was Xuan Zhou and Xuan Yuan who came together.

Xuan Zhou walked in front of Xuan Yuan, still dressed in bright red clothes flying in the wind, which contrasted sharply with Xuan Yuan who was behind him in a black robe.

The dress styles of the two are the same as their respective appearances and temperaments, one is bright and charming, the other is domineering, and the other has deep eyebrows and eyes, and is taciturn. There is a huge difference, and they don't look like half brothers.

Knowing that the two had already met each other, Xuanzhou deliberately leaned in front of Xuanyuan, pretending to introduce Ye Ling to his elder brother again.

The man kept looking at him, replied calmly, and answered after a long while, "I know, the fiancé you named yourself."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to Ye Ling, and said apologetically, "My younger brother is stubborn, and the matter of the hall, please forgive me."

The four of them chatted on the spot for a while, and Ye Ling found that although Xuan Zhou was never forgiving, he was always overwhelmed by Xuan Yuan in terms of arrogance, like a stubborn and arrogant child who often cries, but can always be overwhelmed by the elders. With a few simple words, brother, he smoothed his hair, and shut his mouth obediently.

The journey was tiring, and Ye Ling felt tired after standing for a long time. Just when he was about to say goodbye and leave, he raised his eyes and saw the golden color reflected by the setting sun covered by the quietly climbing black clouds.

Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, and the city is about to be destroyed.

A soldier rushed over sweating profusely, knelt down in front of the two princes with a panicked expression, and said in a trembling voice, "The eldest prince and the second prince, the lord of the demon clan brought a hundred thousand demons in person... …”

He raised his head and looked at Ye Ling timidly, but hesitated to speak.

Xuan Yuan frowned, "Say something quickly."

The soldier closed his eyes abruptly, and shouted, "He called to take Xianzun Shuangyue away."

Deep in the palace, the opaque hall is resplendent and resplendent, with long incense burning on the platform base, and on the high place is a golden lacquered and carved dragon seat, which should be the venerable who sits and looks down on everyone.

Ye Ling stood in the center of the hall, listening to the steady footsteps behind her, her expression was not unusual.

As the dark crowd of courtiers in the hall bowed down and knelt down, a young man who had taken off his hard clothes came to him and stared at him deeply, his crimson eyes squeezed the turbulent thoughts that were about to come out.

Suddenly, under the eyes of everyone, there was only a soft sound, and amidst the gasp of the crowd, the young man knelt down on one knee in front of Ye Ling.

"My lord, as the Ninety-Five Supreme—"

A puff sound came from the side of the hall, and a few wisps of gray smoke floated from the dense crowd, but in the blink of an eye, the talkative demon instantly turned into a pool of blood.

The young man put away his palms and still knelt, "The disciple is late, please punish me, Master."

From the corner of her eye, Ye Ling stayed on the trace of green smoke lingering in the hall, Ye Ling lowered her eyes slightly, and looked down at Jing Xi, who couldn't kneel down, feeling that he was so unfamiliar that he was almost unrecognizable.

The area below the neck was tightly wrapped in cloth, and she hadn't seen her for three years. The little youthful spirit left on Jing Xi's body disappeared, and her whole body seemed to be sunk in a muddy swamp, exuding a gloomy aura like dead wood.

Si Yao said that he was disfigured during the battle with the Demon Emperor You Ming, but Ye Ling looked carefully for a long time, but did not see any clues.

Not knowing what to say for a while, Ye Ling just sighed, "Jing Xi, get up first."

"Master has not recovered from his serious injury. This disciple has invited you the best conditioner of the Demon Race. If Master is willing to stay here, then—"

Occasionally, there was an imperceptible trill in the young man's voice. Ye Ling wanted to interrupt him, and reached out to support him, but found that he couldn't move it at all. The person kneeling on the ground seemed to be growing on the ground without moving at all.

Just like that, in the eerie silence, Ye Ling heard herself asking him, "You are not a power-hungry person, why did you invade other people's territory?"

"There is a piece of precious land at the junction of the monster race, the dragon race and the demon race. This disciple hopes that the master can continue to cultivate here."

Faced with Jingxi's undisguised desire, Ye Ling only felt physically and mentally exhausted; since he woke up, the idea of ​​getting rid of the shadow of his original body has deepened, but everyone around him is always reminding him of the people, events, and events three years ago. Nothing can end in his drowsy time.

Si Yao was like this, and so was Yun Xi Yu Lian, so he hurried to Huangcheng, hoping to gradually get rid of the shadow of his original body through Ayou, and then fell into another abyss a few moments ago.

Jing Xi is the biggest imprint of his past that he can't escape.

"I thought we were inseparable after the incident with the soul-protecting lamp," Ye Ling said calmly, as if he was talking to a stranger, "If you really think about me, don't fight with me." In the name of 'for my own good', to do murderous and brutal things."

"As you wish, since you have left Xuanqingzong, don't call me 'Master' anymore."

"Ye can't bear it."

After finishing speaking, Ye Ling turned around and left, leaving behind the kneeling young man in the main hall, and the thin back who left was resolute and resolute.

Waiting for the person to completely disappear from sight, the right guard trotted forward in fear and trepidation, and helped Jing Xi up, trembling, just about to speak, when the blood-eyed man gave an order in a low voice.

"Escort the master back, if there is anything wrong, please come and see me."

While speaking, the young man took off his black gloves, revealing his scarred hands. His palms brushed against his face, and the scars on his ears gradually appeared; .

"The secret agent sent by You Ming has been imprisoned, and he insists on seeing you."

The young man's eyes moved, "Go to the dungeon as he wishes."

The dungeon was dark and smelly, with flyweeds crawling around every corner, and screams could be heard endlessly.

There is a special cage in the corner of the cell, which is in the shape of a hemisphere. There are barbs hanging on the iron bars that are very close to each other. People trapped in the cage must bend over to shrink themselves into a ball. It will go straight into the meat.

The servants brought a stool, and Jing Xi sat down on the soft leather stool, looking down indifferently at the bloody demon in the cage. His limbs were cut off, his eyes were poked, and only half of his torso was trembling slightly in the cage.

"Go ahead."

The man in the cage shook his body, a hook pierced his chest, and let out an ear-piercing howl.

"Bastard, do you think you can sit back and relax by hiding the soul lamp?" In severe pain, the bloody devil laughed sharply, "I tell you, this lamp recognizes its owner, if one day you really hold the devil The emperor is angry, and it is just a matter of extinguishing the wick—ah——!”

Before the words were finished, a hand was stretched directly into the iron bar full of barbs, allowing the iron thorns to cut off the arm, and the blood-stained palm tightly strangled the prisoner's neck, and blood beads rolled down the arm , Didi hit the ground.

Slowly, the frantically writhing prisoner gradually stopped struggling, and fell to the ground after dying of breath. The finger marks on his neck were at least half an inch deep, and blood was bleeding from the seven orifices. The death was shocking.

Jing Xi took the handkerchief that Guardian Zuo handed over tremblingly, wiped away the blood and threw it casually, her eyes were full of cold killing intent.

After a while, the young man's thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was as cold as water:

"One or two is too long."

The author has something to say: I think everyone pays attention to the crematorium (wink)

Moving these two days is too tiring, I will take a break today and no more updates will be added, and I will update at 23:00 tomorrow night, I love everyone!