Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

The waves are vast, the waves are white, the boundless sea of ​​life and death, the flying gulls do not sing, the fish do not appear, you do not see life, you only see death.

The thick clouds covered the sky tightly, and it was so oppressive that it almost merged with the sea surface.

A red dark light swept between the sea and the sky, as if it was the only life in this world.

This dark light is just haunting - Xing Luo protects Han Qingyun from behind, and the two of them ride a flying knife together and head to the secret realm of the Southland.

Xing Luo put his arms around Han Qingyun's waist, Han Qingyun's hands had nowhere to rest, he clenched his fists and loosened them, repeated several times, and finally retracted into his wide sleeves: "Ah Luo, I stand firm, you don't have to so……"

"Well, but I don't want to let go." There was a smile on the corner of Xing Luo's mouth.

Han Qingyun looked into the distance sadly, with no end in sight.

Xing Luo's mood improved and his state recovered. Of course Han Qingyun was happy, but the reason for this joy was too shameful...

In the early hours of this morning, in order to reduce the fire, he couldn't wait to jump into the cold tub, but Xing Luo didn't listen to him, he was too considerate and came over to help him with hot water.Then, the fire that he hadn't set down was discovered...

Xing Luo asked Han Qingyun several times if he dreamed of him, Han Qingyun just wanted to bury him in the bathtub and forget about drowning.

Han Qingyun didn't answer anything, but Xing Luo seemed to be able to read minds, and he believed that Master's anger was caused by him, and he laughed all the way from the inn to here. He said that he didn't exceed the rules before, and he might have abandoned his mind later.

The rain started again, this time harder and faster.

Xing Luo added a protective spell to the two of them, and returned to Han Qingyun's waist, brushing his long hair along the way.

When the warm fingertips crossed the boundary and swept across the neck lightly, Han Qingyun involuntarily shrunk his neck, looked around and said, "How far is it?"

"Halfway has passed." Xing Luo reached out from the front of Han Qingyun with one hand, hooked a strand of his hair and wrapped it around his fingertips, "Master, you clearly know the distance, do you want to talk to me more?"

Han Qingyun was indeed looking for something to say, but just wanted to ease the embarrassment of being ambiguous. The atmosphere was too difficult for him to calm down, and this was the territory of the Demon Cult, so he had to be vigilant at all times.

He snatched back his hair, and said seriously: "Stop making trouble, hurry on your way."

"All according to Master." Xing Luo obediently put his hands back in place, "Master, when can I make trouble?"

The apprentice's younger brother was so aggressive, Han Qingyun deliberately put on a straight face: "I can't for a while... What is that?"

A waterspout rose from the sea in the distance, twisting and approaching the two of them.

"Quickly, get around him." Han Qingyun said, Xing Luo had already driven Yingxin to turn around.

Even closer, another waterspout rose, Xing Luo tightened his hand protecting Han Qingyun, and turned around again, followed by another waterspout...

After dodging several times, the newly rising waterspout almost bullied the two of them.

Han Qingyun immediately realized that this was not a natural phenomenon, it was definitely a deliberate effort by Moxiu to prevent them from going to the secret realm of the Southland, and it was very likely that it was aimed at Xing Luo and wanted to bring him back to the Demon Cult.

"Ah Luo, hold me tight, don't let go." Han Qingyun said, sacrificing the two swords of Huaibing.

The sword blade shining with frosty brilliance crossed and slashed towards the nearest waterspout. The thing formed by feng shui was cut into pieces, and scattered into countless water droplets, smashing in all directions.

These waterspouts looked dangerous, and they were very effective against Xing Luo at the Jindan stage, but with Han Qingyun's cultivation at the end of his body, they were completely vulnerable.

Huai Bing quickly shuttled between the waterspouts, and in a short while, they were all cut into pieces, while Xing Luo was always paying attention to the sword and the protection spell, so that Han Qingyun didn't get a drop of water.

Yingxin turned back to the direction of the Southland Secret Realm and continued to move forward. Before half a mile was formed, four more waterspouts appeared around the two of them at the same time.

Han Qingyun sacrificed Huaibing again, but before he could make a move in the future, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck.

He let out a soft cry from the pain, and Huaibing dissipated. Han Qingyun summoned the double swords in the sea of ​​consciousness, but he couldn't succeed. He quickly changed to direct spells, but the spiritual power failed to circulate in the meridians.

"Master? What's the matter?" Xing Lao swept out a flame, slashing towards the waterspout that quickly closed the encirclement, thick water vapor rose up, the waterspout was half a circle smaller, and then absorbed sea water and grew stronger again.

Han Qingyun was a little panicked. He found that his spiritual power was completely useless. The sea of ​​Qi was clearly full of spiritual power, but he just couldn't output spiritual power. It was the same state as described in the original book, where the pincers were integrated into the meridians and the medicine stone had no cure.

How could it be so fast?

Xing Luo immediately saw his panic, held him tightly with one hand, and continuously cast flames at a waterspout with the other, trying to break through.

However, his cultivation was not strong enough after all.

Directly below Yingxin, another cluster of larger waterspouts rushed up, smashing the two into the sky, and engulfing them into the churning vortex.

Xing Luo hugged Han Qingyun tightly, gathering all the spiritual power around the two of them, forming a protective spell.

The waterspout almost reached the zenith, and seemed to be slapped by an invisible big palm. It fell into the sea with a force of [-], knocking out a huge deep pit, like quicksand, involving everything in it.

Under such a powerful force, the protection spell was unsustainable, and Xing Luo used his body to protect Han Qingyun to prevent him from being impacted by the sea water.

Han Qingjun couldn't mobilize his spiritual power to breathe in the water, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. What made him even more desperate was that in the boiling sea water, he saw a dozen black-clothed demon cultivators swimming towards here with weapons in their hands. Come.

He could only use his last strength to firmly hold Xing Luo's hand, but he was powerless in the end.

Before losing consciousness, he clearly felt that the warmth in his hands had disappeared...

The Demon Sect's main hall, which had been vacant for nearly a hundred years, finally ushered in a new master.

Xing Luo was tied to the throne by the weak willow whip, but he didn't want to have this honor at all.

"Where is my master!" He asked loudly, the hostility that had disappeared for many days reappeared in his eyes.

The Moxiu disciple who stood by immediately knelt down and replied, "Young master, please be safe and don't be impatient." This was the 12th time he knelt down and answered like this.

The young master began to repeat this sentence from the moment he woke up, once the young master asked, according to the instructions of the honorable and the right envoy, he had to answer this once.

"A Luo." Han Qingyun finally stepped into the hall, walked up to Xing Luo, and raised his hand to touch Xing Luo.

Xing Luo turned his head to avoid it, and stared fiercely at the other party: "Who are you? Where is my master?"

"Han Qingyun" waved back a group of demon cultivators, no longer hiding, and peeled off the disguised skin. It was Hua Ruoliu. She changed her posture just now, and bowed respectfully: "Young master, Han Qingyun has bad intentions and accepts you." Entering Tianwenzong is just to suppress you. When your protective spell disappears, he will get rid of you without hesitation. Please don't be deceived by him again, and succeed to the position of Demon Lord as soon as possible... "

"Where is my master?" Xing Luo interrupted her, still only this sentence.

"Young master, you are really as stubborn as a demon king. Back then, he knew that the king was detained and was a trap set by the spiritual practitioners, and he still refused to turn back..." Hua Ruoliu took out a luxurious blue mirror, just to discuss the truth. The side that was stolen during the meeting, "You don't remember this because your memory was sealed by Han Qingyun. If you look at this, you will definitely be able to remember the past."

Hua Ruoliu handed the mirror to Xing Luo, Xing Luo didn't want to look at it, but the mirror had a kind of familiar feeling, so he couldn't help but look at it.

The extremely smooth mirror surface reflected the figure, and Xing Luo saw himself in the mirror.The image in the mirror seemed to have magical powers, poured into his pupils, drilled into his mind, broke through the gate that had been closed for nearly a hundred years, and dusty memories poured out.

It was still this mirror, which was held by his young father, and he brought it to his mother excitedly. The mother had a gentle smile, and she was doing makeup in front of the mirror. Her father drew her eyebrows for her, and the little Xing Lao stood aside, applying makeup powder. Wiping it on my mother's face caused her to complain full of doting.

It was the same mirror, stained with blood, together with Xing Luo's mother, who was thrown in front of his father by the spiritual practitioners like an abandoned bag, and the swords, lights, swords and shadows struck the sky, and all happiness ended here.

Xing Luo's pupils slowly turned red, and black hostility circulated in them.

"Let me go." The voice was deep and cold, sharp as a knife, not at all as gentle as when he was treating Han Qingyun.

Hua Ruliu knew that he had recovered his memory and let go of the weak willow whip.Sure enough, Xing Luo neither resisted nor fled.

But he still asked: "Where is my master?"

Without waiting for Hua Ruoliu to reply, Xing Luo resolutely said: "Bring him."

In the devil's religion torture chamber, Han Qingyun was woken up by a bucket of cold water.

He shivered, and the pain around his collarbone arose during his movements. Looking down, he saw that the luteal bones on both sides were penetrated by iron chains as thick as his fingers. come out.

Han Qingyun originally thought that the bite from a living puppet was already the most painful injury he had ever experienced in his life, but now that he looked at it, it was really insignificant.

What he didn't expect was that the more painful pain was yet to come.

Moxiu picked up one end of the chain and wanted to drag Han Qingyun away: "Hurry up! The young master sees you."

"Ah——" Han Qingyun screamed miserably. The pain made his mind go blank. After Moxiu pulled him down repeatedly, he realized that if he didn't get up and go with him, he might be tortured to death.

He struggled to get up, and under the guidance of Moxiu, he staggered forward.

When entering the main hall, Han Qingyun was about to faint from pain, holding on to the last breath of strength, when he saw the person on the throne in the center of the hall, he suddenly fell into an ice cave.

Han Qingjun's legs gave way, and he fell down. Moxiu pulled the chain again, his whole body trembled like a convulsion, and he couldn't stand up anymore.

"Get out!" Ying Xin shot out suddenly, nailing Moxiu to the wall.

Xing Luo was almost as fast as Ying Xin Dao, leaping to Han Qingyun's side, glaring at Hua Ruoliu: "How dare you hurt him?"

"I just let people watch him, I don't know..." Hua Ruoliu had already sealed off Han Qingyun's meridians, and didn't let people do any more cruel things. She was only waiting for Xing Lao to deal with him, but she didn't want the disciple to use punishment on his own initiative.

"If something happens to him, I want the entire Demon Cult to be buried with him." Xing Luo's voice was deep and deep, and black hostility slowly overflowed from all parts of his body.

"Subordinate, go get the wound medicine now." Hua Ruoliu ran out of the hall in a hurry, her hostility was one of the signs that the Demon Lord was out of control back then, now that the young master is back, she must not let the same tragedy happen again.

The hall suddenly fell silent, only the sound of Han Qingyun's rapid breathing because of the pain.

Xing Luo poured spiritual power into the chains, carefully removed them, and when the blood overflowed the wound, his eyes glowed red.

Han Qingyun trembled slightly, his consciousness gradually came back, and he tightly clutched Xing Luo's sleeve.

Xing Luo changed into a black robe, and seemed determined to leave Tianwenzong and Han Qingyun.

"Master." Xing Lao said in a deep voice, "My memory was sealed by you?"

Han Qingyun didn't know how to answer.Say no, will Xing Luo believe it?

Xing Luo asked again: "My meridians were also sealed by you?"

"You still remember?" Han Qingyun asked without hope.

"It's you who gave me a meat bun." Xing Luo said, "It's also you who sealed my memory and meridians."

"Do you want revenge?" Han Qingyun asked.

Xing Luo: "Yes."

Han Qingyun's hand slipped from the black wide sleeve feebly: "Are you going to... kill me?"

Xing Luo suddenly held Han Qingyun's hand tightly, as if to crush his hand: "You lied to me, so I will naturally get it back."