After wearing the book, I became the vixen master of the villain boss

Xia Muqi's eyes fell on Murong Mo's face, and she couldn't help being in a daze.

There is no other reason, this legendary Murong Mo, who can be called a waste, has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and his eyes are like lacquer spots, and he has accumulated a unique maturity, vigor and stability.

The heroic appearance, the pine like emerald green, and the unique beauty, completely hit her heart.

Xia Muqi took a step back and lowered her head shyly.

She thought in her heart: Since Yan Xiuyu is lonely and desolate, it would be good to have Murong Mo. I heard that Yan Xiuyu loves this disciple very much...

Thinking of this, her eyes flickered, and then she smiled, "This is Senior Brother Murong, I have known you for a long time, and I heard in the sect that Senior Brother is young and promising, I don't know that Senior Brother Murong can guide me in one or two cultivation bases." ?"

Under Murong Mo's slightly lifted eyelids, his stern gaze stretched forward and pierced people's hearts.

He held down her hand and twisted it, "Crack!" There was a sound of bones breaking.

He said coldly: "Don't mess with those tricks you used on Master! If you don't want people to know that you have drugged this tea."

Xia Muqi's face turned pale, and the scolding stopped instantly, her eyes widened, she did this without anyone noticing, how does Murong Mo know? !

Murong Mo threw those refreshments on the ground, raised his chin, "Clean up by yourself, don't let others see, or—"

He sneered, and then he would like to see how Tianyanzong treats this disrespectful disciple. I heard that the elders of Tianyanzong's Jingshitang are the best at whipping disciples.

Xia Muqi was trembling all over, she didn't dare to say a word, she provoked a poisonous snake, she thought Yan Xiuyu looked so cold and good-tempered, but she naively thought that his apprentice was the same.

This is not the well-behaved disciple Yan Xiuyu said, he is clearly a wolf in sheep's clothing!

Murong Mo dealt with that woman, and went back to the master's room in a very happy mood.

The master is good everywhere, but it is easy to attract people's attention. He has to deal with those unscrupulous people.

It was already late, and the stars were scattered, and Yan Xiuyu's appearance was extraordinarily charming under the light of the candlelight.

He was concentrating on books, and others really thought he was studying some top-level exercises, if Murong Mo hadn't known that he didn't like to read such boring things.

"Master, what are you looking at again?" Murong Mo stepped forward, put his arms around his waist, leaned his chin on the man's shoulder, and looked at the book.

It turned out to be those scripts I bought when I was in the mortal world.

"Master, do you like these?" I have been watching for a whole day.

"Well, the writing is very good." Yan Xiuyu commented, and moved his neck uncomfortably, and Murong Mo's breath sprayed on his ears, making it numb.

Yan Xiuyu turned her head slightly, and pressed Murong Mo's insatiable hand.

"I have something to tell you, be serious."

Murong Mo was lying on his body like a puppy without bones, "Master said, I just listen." After speaking, he grabbed Yan Xiuyu's black hair to play with.

"Tomorrow we will leave Tianyan Sect. I want to ask you, I plan to take you to the Northwest to practice. What do you think?" Yan Xiuyu said lightly.

He knew that it was there that Murong Mo was trained to become a Nascent Soul, and now that this kid has reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core Stage, he has to plan and think carefully.

Murong Mo thought for a while, then frowned slightly, "Master, why is it in the northwest?"

Isn't it the closest to the demons?But the border area between the fairy and demon realms is chaotic and barren.

Yan Xiuyu naturally has considerations——

In the plot, Murong Mo was seriously injured and was forced to the bitter cold place in the northwest by everyone.

There, he was kidnapped by an elder of the demon clan to become a medicine man, and he was tortured with various poisons. In the end, he even succeeded in killing the elder of the demon clan, but was killed by the demon clan.

Yan Xiuyu will not let tragedy happen this time, but there is something in the northwest land that can completely awaken Murong Mo's Xuanwu bloodline.

He had to go to the past, and only the blood of Xuanwu could find that thing.

"I heard that there is a strange treasure in the northwest land. I want to go there. Are you willing to go with me?" He thought for a while, and still found an excuse. After all, the matter of wearing a book is too unimaginable.

This is one of his trump cards, and I can't reveal too much.

Of course, Murong Mo couldn't let Shizun go alone, he wrapped his arms around Shizun's slender waist, and looked down.

A section of snow-white neck was looming, layers of white clothes covered up the traces of last night, his eyes darkened.

"Of course the disciple will protect the master."

He took the book from Yan Xiuyu's hand and put it on the tea table, the corner of his mouth curled up, "Master, the night is cool, it's time to rest, we have to leave early tomorrow."

Yan Xiuyu almost finished reading it. He wanted to get back the story book, but because of the movement of raising his arm, the Guangxiu slipped and landed on his arm, layer upon layer, revealing his slender arms like jade, and his waist was slightly pulled back. , the silky black hair slipped out of Murong Mo's palm.

He pressed Murong Mo's shoulder, his whole body turned into a climbing tree, and almost snatched the script, but was dodged by the apprentice again, but failed.

"give me."

Yan Xiuyu got a little angry, he was about to use a spell, but Murong Mo held him in his arms, and those deep black eyes stared at his face with a different kind of light.

Murong Mo swallowed his saliva, and while his throat was rolling, he looked at Master's red lips moistened by the cup of tea, and couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her.

The vaguely dry corners of the mouth seem to have found a way to quench their thirst, constantly licking the dipper, and greedily asking for it.

Yan Xiuyu: Why is this man wagging his tail and begging for sex all the time? !

Murong Mo was thrown out of the door by Yan Xiuyu's spell.

"Get out and go back to your room to sleep tonight."

Yan Xiuyu was cold and heartless, if it wasn't for the blush on his face, it would be impossible to imagine what he went through just now.

Murong Mo patted the dust off his clothes, knocked on the door shamelessly, and coaxed:

"Good Master, I'm sorry just now, but the night is so cold today, not as warm as Master's bed. I promise I won't do bad things, let me in, okay?"

Yan Xiuyu believed him a ghost!He lay directly on the bed, not bothering to pay attention to that villain.

Although he promised Murong Mo to admit this relationship, it didn't mean that he could mess around.

He is a little vixen with integrity, definitely not as thick-skinned as Xuan Wu.

Seeing that the little master didn't respond for a long time, Murong Mo knew that he had made people angry this time, so he said softly: "Then master, you should rest well at night, and I will come to see you tomorrow morning."

Yan Xiuyu's ears finally became quiet.

In the early morning, the sky was slightly bright, and Yan Xiuyu had already greeted the elders of the Tianyan Sect. As for the elder of the Yaoxian Peak, he said lightly: "Please go back and say hello to my senior brother, I'm afraid I won't be able to meet him as he wishes." arrive."

"Where is the immortal, you have to go to practice, I will naturally explain it to the head, I am afraid he will agree." The elder of Yaoxian Peak is respectful to Yan Xiuyu, and even Murong Mo is a little better manner.

"You are an apprentice of the Immortal Venerable, so you have to take good care of the Immortal Venerable's daily life along the way." The elder said to Murong Mo, he didn't think highly of this disciple in essence, but Yan Xiuyu liked it, so he just let himself be pleasing to the eye up.

It's not bad for this disciple, now Yan Xiuyu has reshaped his bones, and he might do something great in the future, he nodded, and took Yan Xiuyu, a disciple of Yujian Xianzong, to leave.

Xiao Cunhong hid in the crowd, watching Murong Mo standing beside Yan Xiuyu, the elders leading the team also treated him kindly, the flames of jealousy turned into a big fire.

These things originally belonged to him. What is this Murong Mo? He is the protagonist of this world. Since he transmigrated in, this is the first time something out of control happened.

Seeing his unbearable anger, the remnant soul in the ring couldn't help but shook his head. This kid's heart is not stable, and he might not be able to become a master. He has to find a way to get rid of this person.

Lingzhou was driving in the northwest direction, in the faint sunset, the sky and water were uniform, Murong Mo curled a lock of the little master's black hair, and looked at him with burning eyes, seeing that the master was reading those scripts again, it was a bit bad He snatched it over again.

"Isn't the disciple prettier than the storybook? The master has neglected me so much." The pitiful expression looked really sad, but Yan Xiuyu thumped his chest angrily.

"If you don't go to practice, why do you care about being a teacher? Didn't you learn a lesson from what happened last night?" He pushed the evil disciple away, and he was so angry. I've finished reading this book.

Murong Mo's eyes drooped slightly, "Forget it, it seems that Master really doesn't love his disciples anymore, he can't even compare to the scriptures."

"Where is this going? Can't you wake up a bit? It's not enough for you to toss at night, and you have to move your hands and feet in broad daylight."

A few black lines slid down from Yan Xiuyu's forehead, this villain!If it weren't for the injuries on his body and sympathy for his past, how could he be a dignified cultivator at the transformation stage and allow him to do whatever he wants?

Murong Mo started acting coquettishly again, with a low voice, he moved close to Yan Xiuyu's ear, and reached into the man's clothes.

"Master, I think, look at the sky now, it's already night, or else you'll be a disciple, and... isn't Master very comfortable?"

The elongated sentence at the end made Yan Xiuyu's face flush instantly, she threw down the book and wanted to go back, but was pulled back by Murong Mo, holding his arm, "Could it be that Master has become angry from embarrassment?"

"But this is a very common thing among Taoist couples~" He smiled, helped Yan Xiuyu's temple hair, and dropped a bomb in a flat tone, then frowned inadvertently, and laughed at himself:

"It's the disciple's fault that the master moved the mortal heart despite being a man. It's only natural that the master doesn't want to get close to me."

Hearing this sad tone, Yan Xiuyu couldn't help but start to reflect on herself, wondering if she was too indifferent to the villain?

Almost all of his experience comes from books, and he doesn't know how to deal with the world, let alone how ordinary Taoist couples get along.

"I, I haven't thought about it this way. You are my approved Taoist partner, but that thing is too shameful. I... I don't know what to do."

He was a little flustered, seeing Murong Mo's gesture of leaving, he really thought that he had hurt his heart, so he immediately grabbed the man's hand.

It's just that he was blushing, wishing he could find a hole in the ground to get in, and he looked extremely shy.