Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

Following Master into the guest room, Xing Luo closed the door with his backhand and stood at the door helplessly.

He was allowed to live with the master, which was an honor that no disciple had ever had.

Han Qingyun was also a little at a loss. Just now, for a long time, he helped Xing Luo out of the siege, but his character set seemed to have collapsed.

Forget it, it doesn't matter if you are suspicious, anyway, no one would think that he came through the book from another world.

Han Qingyun rubbed his face. He was originally a stern-faced madman. Throughout the book, his face was either cold or solemn. After a long time, his face became stiff. After he managed his facial expressions, he turned around and waved at Xing. Beckoning: "Come here."

Xing Luo walked over with low eyebrows, very innocent.

"Wipe your face." Han Qingyun gave him the wash towel hanging on the shelf.

Xing Luo raised his hand, but didn't take it.

This is Master's hand towel, Master has been using it to wipe his face these days, sharing a hand towel with Master...

Seeing that his face was slightly red, Han Qingyun thought that his unwillingness had surfaced again when he remembered the words on his face, so he simply wet the towel and wiped it for him.

Xing Luo was tall and tall, half a head taller than Han Qingyun. Han Qingyun raised his hand and wiped it for a while, and estimated that he was about 1.9 meters tall.

I don't know what Song Xiuyu's ink is made of. After wiping it twice, it still leaves obvious marks. Han Qingyun's obsessive-compulsive disorder broke out, so he immediately cleaned the towel again, and picked it up desperately.

Xing Luo's cheeks ached from being rubbed, and he didn't make a sound to protest, just looking down at him.

Master's expression went from being indifferent, to frowning hard, and finally to a gratified smile, which was really interesting and beautiful.

After wiping off the ink thoroughly, Han Qingyun realized that the attack was not serious, and put away the towel as if nothing had happened: "It's clean."

"Thank you, Master." Xing Luo stood still, waiting for Master to deal with him.

Han Qingyun pointed to another empty bed in the room: "You just rest here, let Xiao Er prepare a new set of toiletries for you."

"No need." Xing Luo moved the handkerchief and washbasin to his side, "I'll ask Xiao Er to prepare a new one for you, Master."

"And..." Han Qingyun wanted to eat a little bit, not because he was hungry, but he hadn't had a drop of water all day, and his mouth was in a hurry. Others have already bigu, and if he calls it something to eat, he will set people up again...

"Master? What else can I order?" Xing Luo asked after waiting for Han Qingyun to finish.

Han Qingyun couldn't hide his depressed sigh: "The teacher needs to take a bath, so let someone prepare hot water."

"Hot water?" Xing Luo suspected that he had misheard, Master always used cold springs for bathing.

Han Qingyun has no preference for self-torture. If he wants to completely imitate his original body to live his life, he will be tortured to death within three days: "Maybe it's because of the corpse poison, his body is a little cold."

Xing Luo stopped talking and quit to prepare.

A sense of alienation, a sense of nobility, and the appearance of a banished fairy, Han Qingyun silently counted these key words of the original body, and twisted his expression in front of the mirror for a long time, but still found it extremely difficult to act, and could not hold on to three sentences.

The appearance of the original body is almost the same as his own, but because of the huge difference in expression, it doesn't look like the same person.

Compared with the original body, there are still more serious problems to be solved. I don't know what happened. Now he can't use the spiritual power of the original body, and he can't even protect himself.

The ability of the original body will not disappear out of thin air, the only possibility is that he will not be able to use it.The descriptions of all spells in the original book tend to be superficial, such as fingering and stroking, besides these movements, there must be some key points.

Han Qingyun touched the position of the trouser pocket. There was only silky material, no pockets, and no mobile phone that could allow him to save his mother. Han Qingyun raised his hand after feeling empty, and pressed his thumb reflexively. Twice.

I miss the days when I had a cell phone...

After struggling alone for so long, Xing Luo still hasn't come back.

Could it be that Song Xiuyu made things difficult for him again?Although Song Xiuyu said he was annoying, but after he clearly stated his position, he shouldn't dare to be so bold.

Han Qingyun was still not at ease, went out to look for someone, opened the door, and saw Xing Luo standing sideways in front of the next door with one hand on his earlobe.

"How……"

"Hush." ​​Xing Luo signaled Han Qingyun not to speak, hesitated for a moment, gave him a talisman, and pointed to his ear.

Han Qingyun put the talisman on her ear, and immediately heard the voice inside the door.

"Master's performance today is too unusual, it seems like a different person."

"Even the coercion has been removed. Since I started, I have never seen Master remove the coercion. Second senior brother, have you seen it?"

"No. Even if the master rests, he never withdraws his coercion."

"Could it be that Master... was taken away?"

"Impossible, with Master's cultivation base, no one can take away his sacrifice."

"But what if there is someone to help? I have heard that the Devil's Cult has a shady technique. As long as someone close to you is connected, no matter how high or low the cultivation level is, they can take away the house."

"You mean..."

There is no doubt about the object of suspicion, and it must fall on Xing Luo's head again.

Han Qingyun tore off the talisman, grabbed Xing Luo's wrist, and dragged him back into the room. He walked too hastily, and even stepped on the hem of his clothes on the threshold, tripping him.

"Master, I didn't intend to eavesdrop, so please punish me." Xing Luo said.

I also know that he must have seen a group of inner disciples entering Xiao Yunshui's room and setting up a sound-proof barrier when he was passing by, so he felt suspicious and wanted to find out.

"They should be punished for gossip with others behind their backs." He actually suspected that he had seized his home.

Xiaoer prepares the bath water, Xing Luo unfolds the screen, blocks out the cubicle, and exits to meditate with eyes closed.

When Han Qingyun felt the warm bath water, he regained his spirits immediately. He took off his outer robe, pulled it off for a long time before tearing off the complicated belt and girdle, and sank himself into the bathtub.

"Hiss..." The wound on his back was prickly and itchy when it touched the hot water, and Han Qingyun couldn't help crying out in pain.

"Master?" Xing Luo opened his eyes, staring at the shadow behind the screen.

Han Qingyun waved his hands, and washed his face with water: "It's nothing, but the wound hurts."

Xing Luo: "Do you want to take medicine?"

"Can it relieve the pain?" Han Qingyun changed his posture and lay down on the bathtub, trying not to let the wound touch the water, but the water came out and it was a little cold.

"Yes, I will send it to you."

Xing Luo walked step by step, I don't know if it was an illusion, Han Qingyun always felt that his steps were a bit heavy, and it seemed that he was walking with difficulty.

A hand was stretched out from behind the screen, and a small porcelain pot was handed over.

"I can't reach it, you can apply the medicine for me." After speaking, Han Qingyun realized that he had destroyed the original body again.Forget it, if you want to compare the pain of the wound on your back, what is human design, and this apprentice brother needs to be closer and more affected, so as to prevent him from becoming black.

Xing Luo crossed the screen and knelt down beside the tub.

The ceremony was a little too big, and Han Qingyun couldn't bear it any longer, pointing to Muzi who was not far away: "Sit down."

Xing Luo was flattered and moved to the bed, and sat upright: "Master, I started?"

"Yeah." Han Qingyun nodded comfortably. Xing Lao's top-quality fire spirit root made him radiate heat. As soon as he approached, Han Qingyun didn't feel cold on his back.

Xing Lao's ghost knife is so old that it can be called dilapidated, and the handle is also very rough. He has practiced the knife all year round, and his palms and finger pulps have thick calluses.

The rough fingertips were stained with ointment and touched the back, trembling slightly, but they were careful not to hurt the wound.The ointment is very cold, but the fingertips are hot, and it swims over the wound finely.

It didn't take long for the discomfort behind her to subside a lot, and Han Qingyun closed her eyes comfortably.

Xing Luo cast a water-blocking spell around the wound again: "Master, the medicine is ready."

Han Qingyun was about to fall asleep in a daze, and when she was woken up, she suddenly turned her head and said to him, "Don't take what they said just now to your heart. Those who are clear will clear themselves."

Xing Luo looked at Han Qingyun's eyes, lowered his eyes and hesitated to speak, his eyes fell on Han Qingyun's white shoulders, and felt that something was wrong, so he had to turn his eyes back again.

"What do you want to say?" Han Qingyun followed his gaze and looked over his shoulder.

This original body not only looks almost the same as him, but also has a similar body and complexion, with fair and delicate skin.

In the world of self-cultivation, this kind of white chicken is called a beauty, but Han Qingyun himself is a bit disgusted, he prefers to dress up and take off his clothes to look thin and have a muscular figure.

"Master, you..." Xing Luo still couldn't say it.

Han Qingyun squinted his eyes to look at him, and saw that he looked away guiltily again, and guessed, "Don't you also suspect that I was the one who seized the house?"

"I don't dare." Xing Luo stood up and wanted to apologize.

This posture was the right guess, Han Qingyun pressed his shoulders and asked him to sit back: "Because I can't use spiritual power?"

Xing Luo shook his head: "Master said, don't let the demon cultivator hurt me, and stand up for me in front of all the disciples, and... wash my face for me, and let me apply medicine to you..."

It was just a little concern and a sense of distance, which made him suspect that the master in front of him had changed. Presumably, the idea that the original body's normal treatment was indifference had already been deeply ingrained in his mind.

Han Qingyun felt sorry for him. For Xing Luo, perhaps it was not a bad thing for such a master to be taken away: "What if I am really?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Xing Luo's eyes, but for a moment, he firmly said: "If you really took the master's house, you can save the villagers, disregarding your own safety, and you are also a noble person. There must be some unavoidable difficulties in it."

The tall body sits on the small scorpion, slightly arched to meet Han Qingyun, like a big gentle dog.Xing Luo's appearance is too obedient, after the unwilling resentment is eliminated, he is completely a model disciple.

It is simply unreasonable for the master in the original book to treat him like this.

Han Qingyun couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his head: "To be exact, I didn't seize the house, but I didn't understand the reason, and it's hard for me to use my spiritual power now, I'm afraid..." I'm afraid If something really goes wrong, not only can't protect you, but you can't protect yourself.

Han Qingjun didn't want to express his frustration, because he was afraid that his words would become a prophecy. He hadn't lived through three chapters, and he would drag Xing Luo down.

"Master, don't worry." Xing Luo held his wrist, and Han Qingyun's figure was reflected in his lacquer-like pupils, "No matter what, I will protect you."