The beautiful god of war just wants to raise a dog [Quick Transmigration]

The morning light shone through the carved window lattice into the dormitory, the veil in front of the bed was slowly lifted by a plain white hand, and then a man in obscene clothes sat on the edge of the bed, his neckline was slightly spread, A small piece of snow-white skin was exposed, and the cloud-like black hair looked a little messy, making his extremely beautiful face look lazy and tired.

Song Shu stroked her loose black hair, and was about to get out of bed when the door was pushed open, and a slender and tall girl walked in with brisk steps, "Master, are you awake?"

The girl was wearing bright and bright dresses, and there were some strangely shaped silver ornaments hanging around her waist. As she walked, she made crisp and sweet sounds. She skillfully served Song Shu to change and wash, then helped him to the bronze mirror, and picked up the comb. Bind his hair.

"Yan Ling, you don't have to come and serve me every day, I can do these things myself."

Song Shu was still a little sleepy at first, but now he has regained his clarity. The face of the girl behind him was reflected in the mirror. She was very beautiful, but there was a large rose-colored mark on the left half, which was raised on the skin like a scar. It is particularly glaring.

"I know the leader can do it, but I want to serve you." Yan Ling smiled when she heard the words, with a coquettish tone in her tone, "Don't drive me away, that is, while the Shang Dharma is not around, otherwise these things will not happen on weekdays. It's my turn."

"Please turn your face away, I learned a new trick yesterday, let me try it."

Song Shu turned around helplessly, raised his face slightly, and let the girl dip in the rouge to draw patterns between his brows.

Women love beauty, perhaps because of the traces on the other person's face, so Yan Ling put all her fancy thoughts on him. Song Shu has a red beauty mole on the center of her eyebrows, and Yan Ling especially likes to draw flowers on it Seeing that she was happy, Song Shu let her go.

It has been more than five years since he came to this world, and it has also been five years since he became the leader of the Lanyue Sect. Yan Ling has been by his side since he succeeded to the throne, loyal to him, and has a cute and cute personality. He treats her like a younger sister, so he pampers her a lot.

After all, he had a younger sister before.

As for the Protector Shang mentioned by Yan Ling, it is his other right-hand man, because he was out of business a few days ago, and he is not teaching now.Song Shu also has a secret thought about this person, he...he is not sure if the other party is his hooker.

Thinking of this, Song Shu frowned and stroked the Gouyu hanging from his waist. There were already two strands of soul fragments stored in it, and it felt warm to the touch.The Gouyu in this world can finally show up, but the Heavenly Emperor actually sealed his spiritual power, preventing him from recognizing Gouchen through it.

Shameless.

Song Shu was even more dissatisfied when he was angry. The Emperor of Heaven decided that his affection for Gou Chen was blind rather than sincere, so he had to show the other party whether he could find Gou Chen under such circumstances and whether he could successfully charge the other party. His soul, and his left protector, Shang Yue, is currently the most likely person.

The node when he entered this world happened to be before Song's father died, and the other party handed over Lanyuejiao to him, hoping that he could fulfill his long-cherished wish of unifying the Central Plains.The family has always been the secret place in Song Shu's heart, and the identity of the leader of the Demonic Dao is also new. He is used to being a good person in the heavens, and he is used to being an ordinary person in the first two worlds, so more or less, he put the man's entrustment in the world. heart.

The leader of the Demon Cult must go out and make trouble. He has read so many martial arts novels and TV dramas in the two worlds, and he acted like this.

"Report to the leader! People from the Canglang Sect have come to attack, and they have already reached the foot of the mountain!"

The atmosphere in the room was just right, and suddenly there was a communication from his subordinates outside the door, Yan Ling's hands that painted the flowers stopped, the original soft outline was out of shape, the flowers looked more like a ball of fire, set off by Song Shu's exquisite His facial features looked particularly evil.

Yan Ling put down the pen in her hand, her eyes flickered slightly, she looked at Song Shu and muttered: "Master..."

Song Shu shook his head, motioning her not to say much, "Go get my sword."

"Yes."

……

The Canglang Sect is different from the Lanyue Sect, which has been notorious for a long time in the Jianghu. It is a new sect that has emerged in recent years, but it has the same power as their Lanyue Sect.Because the leader himself was the most powerful protector of Lanyue Sect, named Yin Fuhan.

This person grew up in a teaching school and learned a good martial arts. At the age of 16, he was sent to Miaojiang by the leader to practice. He was the only one who survived a group of ten people. That's what he taught.

Five years ago, Yin Fuhan learned of his life experience by chance.It turned out that he was originally a well-known family in the Jianghu. Because of the grudge with Lanyue Sect, Song Shu's father slaughtered his whole family. Seeing that he was young but talented, he reluctantly stayed and raised him as a tool.

Before Song's father was critically ill, he thought Yin Fuhan's ability was growing, and he was afraid that he would have a different mind, so he decided to cut the weeds and get rid of the roots.Knowing the truth, Yin Fuhan escaped death with his own ability, and joined forces with Miao Jiang to set up the Canglang Sect, doing a more ruthless and more vicious act than the Lanyue Sect. Since then, he has become famous in the world.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that what Song Shu's father did to Yin Fuhan was a sea of ​​blood.But Song Shu couldn't let him take his own life, so the two sides fought many times in the past few years, and Song Shu's martial arts was better, and he successfully forced the Canglang Sect to retreat.

But almost a year has passed since the last time today, and he doesn't know what level Yin Fuhan has grown to.

……

The Lanyue Sect's palace was built on the mountainside of Qingmang Mountain, surrounded by green water all year round, surrounded by singing birds and fragrant flowers. However, now, the open space outside the mountain gate, the two sides are fighting hand-to-hand, the sound of killing is loud, and blood is flowing on the ground.

Standing behind the crowd in the south was a tall man, dressed in a dark purple silk robe, his slender figure was outlined by a black leather belt embroidered with dark purple patterns, his black hair fell down his shoulders with his movements, and a pair of dark phoenix eyes He was sizing up the fight in front of him coldly, not at all moved by the bloody scene, but with a pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth.

But soon, a flying red hem appeared in the man's line of sight, so he suddenly jumped up and raised his sword to attack the man involuntarily. Can't get close.The fighting between the two sects of congregations stopped, and they all retreated far away, protecting themselves and watching this rare master duel at the same time.

Song Shu's sword swing was intertwined with Yin Fuhan's. The sword light was like water, and it collided fiercely with the internal force. After a few moves, he sensed the improvement of the man's internal force. Facing those evil eyes, Song Shu's heart trembled. With a light swipe of the sword in his hand, the whole person disappeared like a sudden disappearance.

Yin Fuhan's thin lips were tightly pursed, and his nerves were tense to observe around. Sure enough, the figure came from behind like a ghost, followed by a pressure as heavy as a thousand pounds. The angle was unusually tricky, Yin Fuhan couldn't dodge it, and took the sword forcefully, his chest was filled with internal force, and a fishy and sweet feeling rushed into his throat. He suppressed the discomfort, forcibly urged the internal force to sweep back, and at the same time pulled out his waist. The flute, the melodious sound of the flute suddenly sounded.

"Teacher be careful!"

Yan Ling's anxious voice came from behind him, because the moment the flute sound came out, countless large and small poisonous snakes and poisonous insects appeared from nowhere around them, densely walking close to the ground, and quickly approached Song Shu.

When he killed all these poisonous insects, he lost the chance to defeat Yin Fuhan. The two had a tie this time, facing each other with a pile of dead insects.

Yin Fuhan was also strange, he just wiped away all the viciousness just now, but now he looked at Song Shu with a suave smile, as if those bloody feuds didn't exist at all, "Song leader, don't come here without any problems, I haven't seen you for a long time, You still look like this—”

His eyes swept across Song Shu's beautiful flower tinsel, and he said frivolously, "The beauty of the sky and the beauty of the country."

Song Shu was dressed in a red robe, with loose ink hair flying in the wind, his skin color was more transparent than snow, his eyebrows were so delicate, and the three colors of red, black, and white outlined a stunning scenery, which was extremely pleasing to the eye.

Yan, who was on the side, was furious when she heard it, and immediately ran over to block Song Shu, Yin Fuhan glanced leisurely across her veiled face, half-ironic, "Oh, it seems that a certain dog from your teaching today Not here."

Naturally, he was talking about Shang Yue, Lan Yue who would stand in front of Song Shu every time to teach Guardian Zuo.

"Stop talking nonsense." Song Shu frowned, raised his sword again and pointed at the man, "If you want to fight, fight."

"Hey, Master Song, don't worry, I really have something useful to say."

Yin Fuhan took a few steps closer and stopped at a distance where he could see each other's expressions clearly.He hooked his fingers at Yan Ling, and lazily said, "My dear disciple, show me your face quickly, I recently found a prescription for you, which is specially designed to control Gu worms like you, come here."

Yan Ling used Gu, the scar on her face was also caused by the backlash of the Gu insect, if anyone in the world can cure it, probably only Yin Fuhan.

Both of them were startled when they heard the words, Song Shu lowered his eyes to look at Yan Ling, then took a step forward, blocking the girl behind him, "Is this true?"

"It's serious, but I don't know what the leader of Song is willing to exchange for it?" Yin Fuhan turned the flute in his hand, and gave Song Shu a sideways look, "I'll cure her, and you return my apprentice to me, how about that?" ?”

"No!" Yan Ling heard the words, without giving Song Shu any chance to think, and said firmly, "It doesn't matter if my face is dead, I will always follow the leader!"

"Forget it then, it happens that compared to this disciple..." Yin Fuhan smiled, and his voice suddenly became ruthless, "I am more interested in the life of Hierarch Song!"

In an instant, I saw a black shadow passing by like a gust of wind, and when I opened my eyes, it was already close at hand. Song Shu raised his sword to block it, and the sword body collided with the fife making a dull sound. He turned his wrist to stimulate his internal strength, But suddenly smelled a strange fragrance.

Surrounded by pink-purple poisonous smoke, Song Shu thought something was wrong, quickly stretched out his other hand, and slapped Yin Fuhan's chest heavily.

Yin Fuhan retreated a few steps after being injured, and barely stabilized his figure, but a trace of blood overflowed uncontrollably from the corners of his thin lips, which he wiped away at will, making him even more wicked and insolent.

Over there, Yan Ling had already pulled Song Shu out of the poisonous gas, felt his pulse in a panic, and pierced Yin Fuhan's body with resentful eyes.

Yin Fuhan didn't care about it at all, instead he showed an interested smile, "Don't worry, Master Song, this poison won't kill you."

His gaze swept across that face slowly again, with a playful expression, "I just think it's a pity that Song Jiaozhu is so beautiful but so cold."

After finishing speaking, the man shouted "Let's go!", and led a group of Canglangjiao people to disappear completely, leaving only a mess.

……

"Bai Meixiang." Yan Ling took Song Shu's pulse carefully, and his frowning brows relaxed a little.

What Yin Fuhan said is true, although the poison is strong, but Song Shu's inner strength is deep, as long as it is treated properly, it will not be fatal, but...

"Master, this is a kind of fornication. When it happens, it needs...need..." Yan Ling stared at Song Shu's slender white fingers, her cheeks were hot, and her voice was as low as a mosquito, "You need to have sex with someone to relieve it." .”

Moreover, it is necessary to have sex with a person with deep internal strength, and let the other party help Song Shu to exercise his kung fu. After several times, all the toxins can be forced out. If it is forcibly suppressed, the internal strength will be disordered and the meridians will be damaged.

Song Shu was also slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and frowned tightly.

"Master..." Yan Ling called him cautiously, "Are you... all right?"

"It's nothing." Song Shu shook his head, closed his eyes and adjusted his sitting posture, folded his hands and exercised, feeling the internal force flowing slowly in his veins.The internal strength has not been reduced, but there is indeed a sense of stagnation, as if being restrained by something, unable to operate freely.

He tried to force out the poison, but he heard Yan Ling say no to it in his ear, but it was too late, the medicine had already been stimulated, and there was a burst of counterattack in the body, the symptoms that would have been onset ten days later It exploded immediately, and Song Shu's forehead suddenly oozed a thin layer of sweat, his waist bones were soft, and the blood in his chest surged rapidly.

"Master, how do you feel?"

Yan Ling knew at a glance that he had a symptom attack, and immediately came up to support Song Shu, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

But soon, she was pushed away by Song Shu.

"Master..."

How could Yan Ling not know why, she clenched the handkerchief in her hand, gritted her teeth and squatted in front of Song Shu, put her hands on his knees, and looked at the handkerchief from bottom to top because she was sweating. And the face that looked increasingly greasy, "Master, Yan Ling is willing to do anything for the leader, detoxification... let alone."

She grabbed Song Shu's hand, "Although my internal strength is shallow, at least I can relieve the symptoms. Hierarch, please allow me..."

"Get out." Song Shu shook off her hand, his lips were bloody from being bitten, and the end of his eyes were blushing because of depression, but his voice was calm, "Yan Ling, get out."

Yan Ling's heart was sour, she squatted in front of him and wanted to say something more, but she felt that the man's soft fingertips touched her ruined half of her face.

Song Shu stroked her scar lightly, his movements were gentle and compassionate, "I will definitely heal your face for you." He whispered, his eyes lighted slightly, "Now be obedient, go out."

Tears welled up in Yan Ling's eyes, Yan Ling stood up slowly, Song Shu's figure in her blurred vision was as beautiful as ever, but it was on the verge of falling, she could even see the man's trembling fingertips.

Slowly retreating to the door, a voice suddenly came, "See Guardian Shang!"

Shangyue!

Yan Ling was shocked, and immediately ran out the door.

……

Song Shu was lying beside the desk, his whole body was so hot that he was about to burn, and the light clothes were already unbearable for him. He tore up his collar casually, and felt that the foreground was blurred for a while, his head was dizzy, and his internal force was in his veins. Rampage, pain and irritable.

So sad.

He bit his lip for blood, and couldn't help but fell limply along the table. As a result, his waist was suddenly grabbed by a strong arm, and the other's dry and cool hand pressed against his face, Song Shu Subconsciously grabbed the opponent's hand, and unconsciously rubbed against it.He raised his head slowly, looked at the familiar handsome face in front of him and murmured, "Shang Yue..."

"Master, forgive me." The man's deep and magnetic voice rang in his ears, "The subordinates are late."

Then, Shang Yue hugged him horizontally into his arms.