Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

The Devil's Temple is much warmer than Ming Zhaofeng, but Han Qingyun can no longer feel the warmth, maybe because he lost too much blood, he even feels that Xing Luo's body temperature is getting farther and farther away from him, obviously at this moment, Xing Luo is hugging him.

Han Qingyun was placed on a soft bed.The silk sash hanging from the top of the bed swayed slightly, Xing Luo pulled a strand and covered his eyes.

The line of sight was blocked, only a faint light penetrated into the eyes, Han Qingyun didn't have the strength to pull away the silk sash, and he didn't dare, for fear of seeing Xing Lao full of hostility and pointing the haunting knife at him.

That's all for now...

So many efforts have been made, but in the end it is in vain.

Han Qingyun felt very wronged, he didn't know what he did wrong, and he didn't know what Xing Luo did wrong, but the ending was so tragic.

With slightly hot eyes, Han Qingyun gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, letting himself plunge into darkness.

"Ah..." A heart-piercing dull pain suddenly came from the collarbone, and Han Qingyun screamed helplessly. He could feel that the unhealed wound had been penetrated more severely.

It wasn't the cold sharp blade that hurt him - Xing Luo buried his head in Han Qingyun's neck, using all his strength to bite the bloody wound.

Xing Luo didn't let Han Qingyun let him go until Han Qingyun couldn't cry anymore, and there was only a weak gasp in pain left in his throat.

The silk sash slipped, and Han Qingyun opened his eyes. The pain made him realize clearly that he was not dead yet.

Xing Luo leaned on him, clasping his hands tightly, the hostility around him was actually much weaker than before, those red pupils stared at the horrific wound, his eyes were full of unbearable, and even a little dazed.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but after the ravages of the wound, the pain is slowly diminishing, Han Qingyun said softly: "You... won't you kill me?"

Xing Luo raised his head: "When did I say I wanted to kill you?"

"You said you want to get it back..." In just a few words, the pain in the wound has subsided by half, followed by a burst of itching. Han Qingyun looked down in confusion, and saw the wound on the hideous wound. , the blood stopped flowing, and a large dark red scab formed. The red scab at the outermost edge turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then fell off, revealing a small piece of tender red skin that looked like newborn.

"Master is not satisfied?" Xing Luo leaned over the wound again, this time he didn't bite, but like a beast, he licked the scab in a healing way.

"No...you...wait..." After the pain disappeared, the itching from the collarbone was even more unbearable. Han Qingyun twisted her neck, but she couldn't escape Xing Lao's restraint, and her body rose a little. There was an unspeakable fire, the body temperature gradually became hot, and the whole body was stained with a faint crimson.

It took a full quarter of an hour before Xing Luo let go of Han Qingyun, the red in his pupils was already very faint.

Han Qingyun looked at the wound, and the scabs had all faded away, leaving only a bright red patch of newborn skin on the wound.

Even the top-level wound medicine prepared by Qi Xia couldn't have this effect, and just now, Han Qingyun didn't smell any herbs at all.

"A Luo, what did you do?" Han Qingyun was full of doubts.

The corner of Xing Luo's lips twitched, and he bullied him again: "What does Master want me to do?"

Han Qingyun retreated subconsciously. Although Xing Luo's hostility became weaker, the oppressive feeling of encroachment made him feel that Xing Luo would tear him apart at any time.

Xing Lao dragged Han Qingyun behind his head, making it impossible for him to avoid it.

The eyes of the two met, and the soft light from the Zhaoming Orb shone on the sides of their faces.

Xing Luo flicked his fingers lightly, and the orb went out.

The room was dark, but Han Qingyun's fire burned even hotter. He took a deep breath, and before he could breathe out, his hot lips pressed against his mouth, sealing his mouth.

Xing Luo didn't entangle for too long, and ended the kiss in a short while.

When Han Qingyun heard his breathing, it was faster than her own.

In the darkness, Xing Luo got up and sat on the edge of the collapse, calmed down for a long time, so long that Han Qingyun looked at the dark figure, thinking that he was going to become a sculpture.

Han Qingyun reached out and gently tugged at the hem of Xing Luoyi.

Xing Luo suddenly turned over and collapsed, hugged Han Qingyun tightly, and stopped moving, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "You are injured, I will let you go today."

Unexpectedly, Han Qingyun slept soundly that night, and he didn't wake up slowly until the person who was holding him left in the morning.

In a daze, a woman's voice came. Han Qingyun guessed that it was Hua Ruoliu, so she pretended to be asleep and listened carefully.

"This is a magic weapon made by the Queen of Hopeless Bees, which can control pincers within a hundred feet." Hua Ruoliu said, "This is what my subordinates used to temporarily seal Han Qingyun's meridians."

"Untie it." Xing Luo said.

Hua Ruoliu: "Young master, his cultivation is too high, if he restores his cultivation, it may be bad for you."

"Untie!"

Xing Luo's voice became gloomy and fierce, and Han Qingyun couldn't help but startled when he heard it. Compared with what Xing Luo said to him yesterday, compared to now, it can be called gentle.

"Yes..." Hua Ruoliu was very unwilling, and manipulated the magic weapon to turn it around.

Han Qingyun's pincers on the side of his neck suddenly loosened.He secretly tried to run Zhou Tian, ​​and sure enough, the meridians were unblocked, but the pincer was still in place, it didn't disappear, nor was it pulled out.

Xing Luo lifted Han Qingyun's hair and checked the needles: "Why are they still there?"

"This magic weapon can only control the depth of the pincers entering the body, thereby temporarily blocking the meridians, but it cannot remove the pincers." Hua Ruoliu explained.

"Quickly pull out the pincers!" Xing Luo said.

"I teach my disciples never to take the spirit magnet, and my subordinates can't get it out." Hua Ruoliu didn't lie, only if everyone can't get the spirit magnet, can this needle really become hopeless.

The pincers and the magnetite are in the same place, since the demon disciples can easily obtain the former, the magnetite must be within reach, Xing Luo ordered: "Quickly go and get it."

Hua Ruoliu knelt on the ground with a plop: "Young master, absolutely not, if we lose the restraint of the pincers, with our strength, we will definitely not be able to deal with Han Qingyun again."

"Hua Ruoliu, I think you were sincere to my father back then, so you saved your life, don't be ignorant." Xing Luo kicked Hua Ruoliu to the ground fiercely, and shouted without mercy, "Get out! "

Hua Ruoliu retreated immediately, Xing Luoguang flicked his sleeves and closed the door heavily.

Han Qingyun could feel that the hostility around him had become heavier again.

Xing Luo sat back on the couch, hooked Han Qingyun's skirt with one finger, looked at the light red scar, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

As if bewitched by the scar, he bent down and bit Han Qingyun's collarbone hard.

The flesh burst open, blood gushed out, Xing Luo was like a very hungry beast, greedily sucking the warm blood, but he was still measured, and after a while, he let go and licked the wound.

The wound seemed to be nourished by saliva, and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xing Luo didn't raise his head, but buried his head in Han Qingyun's neck, greedily snatching warmth from the body temperature which was slightly lower than his.

"What's wrong?" Han Qingyun couldn't pretend anymore.Xing Luo's hostility became a little weaker, and Han Qingyun read the sadness from his breath.

Xing Lao was silent for a long time, and finally opened his mouth: "Do you know why my father died?"

The battle of the fierce beast Qiongqi, because the spiritual masters knew the danger and did not let the disciples of the younger generation participate, so Han Qingyun did not personally experience the battlefield, but the entire cultivation world knows that the fierce beast Qiongqi is because of doing evil in the mortal world, Killed by spiritual cultivators.

Han Qingyun didn't answer, he only had the only answer he knew, and this answer was definitely not what Xing Luo wanted to hear again.

"Back then, my father ruled the demon cultivators and founded the demon sect in the sea of ​​life and death. He built this shelter for the demon cultivators, and at the same time restricted them and prohibited them from causing harm to the mortal world." Xing Luo said slowly, cruel As fast as he speaks, the breath is slowly overflowing, "Although many demon cultivators are convinced by my father's strength, they are quite dissatisfied with the rules he set, so he can only stay in the demon sect for a long time to control and teach these things. Moxiu."

"As Qiongqi, he has supreme power, but he is also troubled by hostility. He guards the demon sect, and my mother took me to travel all over the world, looking for ways to suppress the hostility."

Xing Luo paused, rubbed Han Qingyun's neck twice, and then continued: "I was only five years old at the time, and once I was greedy for fun, and in order to chase a kite, I separated from my mother. I entered the magic mirror of Lingxiu and was illuminated out of my original body. Lingxiu took me away, and my mother was seriously injured by Lingxiu in order to save me."

"They used my mother and me to blackmail my father, making him, the devil king, commit suicide and apologize. What is my father's crime? Why should I apologize to them!" Xing Luo's anger suddenly rose.

Han Qingyun rubbed his head, his anger subsided slightly, Xing Luo calmed down a little, and pressed Han Qingyun's hand with nostalgia, his voice choked with sobs: "Father put down the Demon Cult and came over, he saw The seriously injured mother exploded with anger in an instant, and killed the two spiritual practitioners who detained my mother and me. He lost control and attacked everyone, even my mother. After that, as the spiritual practitioners said, More than a hundred spiritual cultivators blew themselves up in order to kill my father."

"Before he died, my father finally regained consciousness, but he only had time to save me. He told me that hostility is born of love. Therefore, he set restrictions on my talisman, not to be emotional, to warn me, let me I can't make the same mistakes he made."

Xing Lao's tears finally flowed out, a hot drop slid down his chiseled cheeks, and landed in Han Qingyun's neck, as if he had settled down in this exquisite depression, no longer wandering.

Han Qingyun never knew that the truth of the matter was like this. It was not only Xing Luo, but also his father who was judged to be evil because of his identity.As fierce beasts, no matter what they do, they will be regarded as ulterior motives and heinous crimes.

His heart was hooked by the tears falling on his skin, the tears gradually became colder, but his heart hurt more and more.

"In the whole world, only my father, because of Qiongqi's bloodline, can suppress the demon cultivators and make all the demon cultivators submit." Xing Luo's voice was muffled on Han Qingyun's neck, like a late accusation and sob, "Ke Ling The cultivators don’t think so, they think that ferocious beasts are ferocious beasts, and whatever they do, they have evil purposes.”

"A Luo..." At this point, all the comfort seemed powerless, and Han Qingyun didn't know what to say.

Xing Luo kissed Han Qingyun's neck lightly: "Master, you are different from them, I know that."

"Well, I know, I always think you are very good. Your parents are also very good." Han Qingyun slightly lowered his head, kissing the top of Xing Luo's hair, trying to ease the pain in his heart.

The hostility slowly dissipated, Xing Luo got up, and finally there was no sadness on his face: "Let's go, let's go find the spirit magnet."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel for the nutrient solution: 1 bottle of drizzle; 10 bottles of cat fairy

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