When the villain picks up the script

At this time, Xiao Jing had already walked to his side with light steps.

Xiao Jing is a monk in the distraction stage, and his recovery ability is naturally extraordinary, and his blood is extraordinary, and his body is extremely strong, so he stabilized his mind just after the dizziness. Not much more.

On the other hand, Wen Qinglan, although he was also a monk in the distraction period, was not as talented as Xiao Jing after all, and he recovered a little slower.

Moreover, he drank Xiao Jing's blood, and he didn't know what this kid's blood was. After drinking it, he had the effect of being poisoned by a gu poison.

So Wen Qinglan could only lie on the stone platform in embarrassment and pant for breath.

A pair of black boots with dark patterns appeared in his field of vision, Xiao Jing bent down and gently raised Wen Qinglan's face, showing a malicious smile: "If it wasn't for the ghost general who said it, I don't even know that Master went so hard to take my life." What about the lover of your dreams, the sex that makes you dizzy? Was it fun to deceive me who lost my memory during that time, huh?"

Wen Qinglan only felt that the boiling blood burned him and made him dizzy. In a daze, he could only struggle to understand what the little apprentice said, but he couldn't understand every word of the other party in his ears. Now this state is better than before. The god-locking altar at the bottom of Daozong is even worse.

But the current Xiao Jing didn't care what Wen Qinglan would say at all, he just wanted to vent the resentment and jealousy that came from nowhere.

Today's master has loose long hair, disheveled white clothes, and his elegant and handsome face is burnt red. The phoenix eyes that have always been cold and ruthless have become soft and rippling as if soaked in water because of the dullness. The lips that have always been light-colored , is also bright red like blood and extremely alluring, the high and cold master has now fallen into the mortal world, showing a weak and bullied posture.

Xiao Jing didn't know what was wrong with him, but when he saw the Master being controlled like this, he actually felt a perverted sense of pleasure and satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.

So much so that he could only stare at the other party with terrifying eyes for a while, unable to speak a word.

Looking at it, maybe it was induced by the words of the corpse demon general, Xiao Jing suddenly thought of a worse idea, he only felt that he was possessed by the devil when he thought of these things, but the days after leaving Jingping Peak , And if he doesn't sink in the Demon Realm one day, he has already gone crazy, and he doesn't mind going crazy even more thoroughly.

Seeing the crazy apprentice's expression, something bad flashed across Wen Qinglan's drowsy mind.

However, at this moment, where he was allowed to resist, it was just a flash of thought, Wen Qinglan felt that he stood up uncontrollably, staggered into Xiao Jing's arms, and wrapped his arms around Xiao Jing's neck.

The other party showed a playful smile, wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand, and rubbed the fingers of the other hand ambiguously on his lips, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter, Master, in order to save the disciple's life and save face!" Don't you want them all, or is it that during that time, the master deceived the disciples like this?"

"It's really shameless. Master like this, how can there be any dignity as a teacher." Xiao Jing said, sticking out the tip of his bright red tongue and licking the corner of Wen Qinglan's lips. The breath of the master made his whole body burn When he got up, he didn’t need any Gu or poison. The master himself is the poison that can make him fall into a demon. He couldn’t help murmuring in a low voice: “Master, master, that’s the case, this disciple is also willing to be very happy, as long as I hope Master can lie to Xiaojing like this forever."

Wen Qinglan barely regained his sanity, and he almost went mad with anger, so he could only utter two words with great difficulty: "Xiao! Jing!"

However, after all, there was a very pleasant fish-and-water relationship, and there are still remnants of the curse mark left by A Lu, and Xiao Jing's body also has a fatal attraction to Wen Qinglan, so the other party is so close, and such ambiguous and hot breath is also the same. Wen Qinglan's whole body was hot and trembling.

"That's it, Master hates me even more like this, so that Xiao Jing will be an existence that can never be erased from Master's heart."

Xiao Jing smiled, his dark eyes were extremely gloomy, he lifted Wen Qinglan's white robe, the clothes under the robe turned into ashes under Xiao Jing's palm, a slender and powerful hand gently climbed onto the base of Wen Qinglan's thigh ,then……

Xiao Jing was extremely surprised, and didn't understand why he looked so familiar.

However, seeing the unbearable expression on the elegant and handsome face of the master, the slender neck raised slightly, the long black hair slipping from the arms like a waterfall, and the body trembling and turning like a taut bowstring in his palm, he seemed to be playing The unique rare and beautiful jade in the sky and the earth.

The nameless evil fire instantly made Xiao Jing throw away all his doubts, he just wanted to greedily possess this person who occupied the most important position in his life.

Qingyue's crooning ended, and Wen Qinglan lay wearily half-lying on the stone platform, presumably Xiao Jing finally had enough tossing, and the blood in his body stopped.

However, Xiao Jing's body was a great tonic for him after all. Although his body was tired, his body was full of aura, and most of his old injuries had healed.

On the other hand, Xiao Jing on the other side kept his back to Wen Qinglan and was unwilling to turn around, but if someone could look from Xiao Jing's side, they would be able to find Xiao Jing's stiff body and expression.

The monk's ability allowed him to clean up the bodies of the two of them easily, but after cleaning up, he dared not touch the master again.

After Wen Qinglan rested on the stone platform for a while, he gradually recovered.

After all, he is a monk. After all this tossing, although it looks a bit miserable, in fact there is no major damage, and even because of the supplement of someone Yuanyang, his spiritual power has become more and more refined.

He straightened his outer robe, although it was somewhat embarrassing to have only the outer robe left, but Wen Qinglan just paused and ignored the question, he looked at Xiao Jing who had been turning his back to him, and smiled playfully laugh.

Wen Qinglan rested her chin and said lazily: "Good apprentice, what's the matter, why don't you continue to teach me a lesson, what you said just now is very good, as a teacher who is so ungrateful and ungrateful, it is indeed time for the disciple to kill his relatives righteously."

Xiao Jing's stiff back became straighter.

"Continue, apprentice, I am waiting for you to continue teaching me how to be a teacher." Wen Qinglan smiled.

Xiao Jing turned around stiffly. He looked at Wen Qinglan wanting to cry but without tears, knelt down under the stone platform, and softly called out: "Master, I know I was wrong. Master, don't be angry."

Facing Wen Qinglan's phoenix eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Xiao Jing quickly put on a sweeter smile.

However, because of the previous dispute, Wen Qinglan barely had a snow-white robe to cover his body. At this time, he was half leaning on the stone platform, and the slightly see-through wide robe revealed his bright red chest and slender legs.

Xiao Jing happened to be kneeling below, and his eyes accidentally caught sight of the white flowers. Thinking of the bone erosion before, his eyes changed slightly, and he licked his lips involuntarily.

I never thought that the master would have such a charming appearance. If I could do it again, even if I died immediately, I would be willing.

Xiao Jing fantasized rebelliously in his heart.

Although Xiao Jing is young and promising, and holds the positions of Daoist and Demon Lord, looking around, no monk of his generation can hold a candle to him, even in the entire world of cultivation, he is a top monk.

However, compared to Wen Qinglan, he is still a young boy, or if he can get rid of his greenness now, he can only be regarded as a rash boy.

So seeing Xiao Jing's expression at a glance, there is no reason for Wen Qinglan not to know.

He suddenly sneered, his expression changed, and he reprimanded coldly: "Xiao Xiaojing, I think you don't take your master seriously any more. If that's the case, there's no need for me to be your master anymore!" Wen Qinglan flicked his sleeves and left directly.

Seeing that the master was about to leave angrily, Xiao Jing rushed over, hugged the master's legs, hugged the master tightly, and begged loudly: "Master, don't go, Xiaojing made a mistake, master Don't try to drive Xiaojing away."

Being hugged by Xiao Jing like a rascal, because the other party was afraid that Wen Qinglan would leave, he wrapped his arms around Wen Qinglan's thigh tightly, and his face was pressed tightly against a certain place.

The hot air he exhaled passed through the thin fabric, and Wen Qinglan's face darkened suddenly. He kicked Xiao Jing away, and said angrily, "Get lost!" Then he wrapped his robe tightly around his body, and strode forward.

Seeing this, Xiao Jing hurriedly cleaned up his expression, stood up quickly and followed, and shouted as he walked: "Master, Master, wait for Xiaojing, you are inconvenient to move now, and I will follow you so that I can serve you. "

However, after listening to Xiao Jing's words, Wen Qinglan walked faster, and disappeared into a clump of greenery after a while.

At this time, the two of them had the opportunity to look at the place where they fell.

Unexpectedly, this place is not any sand in the Devil's Desert, but an extremely wet and green botanical garden.

Huge and various vines are all over the surroundings, and there are abandoned and dilapidated stone buildings from time to time, and half-collapsed stone houses can be seen not far away.

I don't know where they were taken by the sandstorm tornado.

I don't know if it's in the magic world, or the Qianyu Continent, or it's fallen into some secret realm.

Thinking of Master's current image, Xiao Jing just casually glanced around, took a rough look, and then hurriedly ran towards Wen Qinglan's back.

However, the strange thing is that the master was clearly still ahead not far away just now, but he just turned a corner and was covered by a green plant.

But when Xiao Jing chased after him again, he couldn't see the figure of Master.

The front, back, left, and right are all vines of similar appearance, no matter how you look, there is no trace of a person.

Xiao Jing closed his eyes and wanted to feel the master's position, but still couldn't, even his blood had lost its effect.

Xiao Jing's heart sank suddenly, but he didn't panic, instead he calmed down and walked forward gropingly.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer vines, and the stone objects were almost invisible. He seemed to have come to another landscape.

The clear and elegant river flows slowly through the green grassland, and the ingenious stone bridge crosses the river casually. The spring breeze in March is blowing softly over people's eyes, with a slightly drunken sleepiness.

A small figure recklessly stumbled into his arms.