The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

For some reason, Rong Ling suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

She looked at the other party's red lips and said in an intimate tone: "Isn't the god looking for your disciple? Since you agreed to this king's conditions, I should reciprocate, right?"

Rong Ling ignored her restlessness, and calmly backed away from her arms: "Do you know where she is?"

"Of course, no one in the world knows better than me."

Hearing these words, Rong Ling's heart sank. Before she could react, the demon king had already grabbed her hand, and slowly covered his silver mask: "Tell me, where will she be?" ?”

Immediately afterwards, Xie Qingwan's voice struck down like a thunderbolt: "Where is it, Master?"

Master,? After more than ten years of absence, Rong Ling couldn't stop his fingertips from trembling slightly, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

He actually passed on his own disciple... Rong Ling didn't want to think about it any further, and withdrew his hand as if he was electrocuted.

Xie Qingwan took all her reactions into his eyes, and took off the mask without hesitation, revealing her unparalleled beauty, the same face as before but inexplicably evil: "Master, what are you afraid of?"

As she said that, she moved closer to Rong Ling's ear: "Could it be that you are afraid that others will know that you are an upright god, and you will sleep with your own disciple?"

Without waiting for Rong Ling to answer, she said to herself again: "Oh no, to be precise, it should be that Rong Ling, who is admired by everyone in Jiuhuafeng, was actually slept by her own disciple."

She bit the word "by" very hard, as if swearing sovereignty.

"Xie Qingwan..." Rong Ling never thought that it would be like this when she met again. She looked at the disciple who was clearly obedient and obedient in the past, but now she looked at herself condescendingly with raised eyebrows.

"Huh?" Xie Qingwan raised the corners of his lips slightly, and tilted his head, "Master, tell me, I'm listening."

After being tossed hard last night, Rong Ling didn't have much strength and her voice was a little hoarse. She looked straight at Xie Qingwan: "How have you been all these years?"

Her voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, which slammed into Xie Qingwan's heart, hitting it hard without leaving any room for it.

In Xie Qingwan's vision, Rong Ling would have countless reactions after knowing the truth, perhaps scolding himself, or fighting, and then directly severing the master-student relationship with him.

The only thing she didn't expect was that Rong Ling just casually revealed the matter and asked her how she had been these years.

Xie Qingwan pinched the mask tightly with her fingertips, so hard that her fingernails began to turn white.

No, she subconsciously wanted to answer, very bad.

Whether in the belly of the green sand beast or in the demon world, there is darkness day after day, Xie Qingwan misses the golden light and white clouds of Jiuhua Peak all the time, but she knows that she will never go back.

Seeing her expression, Rong Ling guessed the answer, and she couldn't help but sighed softly.

There was only pity in this sigh, and no other superfluous emotions.

Xie Qingwan was almost forced to turn red, his eyes were red: "Master, do you think I will forgive you by saying this?"

She gritted her teeth: "Rong Ling, don't even think about it!"

Before the words finished, Xie Qingwan blocked and bit her lips as if venting, and crushed her red lips.

Rong Ling's gaze was surprisingly calm, and he even took the initiative to wrap his arms around her neck, as if to appease a mad little beast, and let her bite on his lips.

Xie Qingwan froze, stopped his movements, and looked down at Rong Ling: "Master, what does this mean? Are you pitying me?"

Not only pitiful, Rong Ling is more guilty. Originally Xie Qingwan was an immortal in the Nine Heavens, but she accidentally fell into the demon way under her influence. Even if others don't know, she still feels sorry.

Xie Qingwan chuckled and sat up: "Master, you don't have to pity me, it's better to feel sorry for yourself."

"Why?" Rong Ling realized what she meant before she finished speaking.

The green color that came out of nowhere was tightly wrapped around Rong Ling's wrist, and the other end was tied to the bedpost of the white jade bed, completely locking Rong Ling in the bed.

The sticky vines coiled around her skin like snakes, instantly reminding Rong Ling of some bad memories about last night. She tried to use her spiritual power to cut it off, but found that her body was empty, and even the sword intent was gone. Unable to aggregate.

As if seeing what she wanted to do, Xie Qingwan's eyes turned cold, and he leaned over to look at Rong Ling: "Master, don't waste your efforts, this vine is the spirit body of a thousand-year-old vine demon, even if you are Da Luo The gods can't break free, since they really pity me, why don't they stay here with me?" Rong Ling couldn't see the slightest hint of joking in her cold eyes.

Xie Qingwan, a Jiuhuafeng disciple who obeyed her in everything, has completely disappeared from Rong Ling's memory.

And the person in front of him is the king of the demon world, the ruler of all demons, and even he may not be able to defeat her.

This feeling of being controlled by others is not good, Rong Ling couldn't help but frowned, but in the end she was ashamed of Xie Qingwan, she said patiently: "I can stay with you, but you are so troublesome to me, How do you want me to accompany you?"

Xie Qingwan was amused by her almost innocent words, and gently stroked Rong Ling's cheek with her fingertips: "How can I be with you? Didn't the disciple teach enough last night?"

Even a piece of wood could feel the ambiguity in her words, Rong Ling finally came to his senses: "Do you like me?"

She asked frankly, but Xie Qingwan's complexion suddenly darkened, and she withdrew her hand unwilling to make a sound.

Rong Ling wondered if she had guessed wrong, or if she did this...just to humiliate herself?

However, no matter what the situation is, Rong Ling feels that there is not much difference, anyway, Xie Qingwan is determined to trap himself here and cannot leave.

Then let her do what she wants, Rong Ling's strength was almost exhausted last night, she didn't have time to think about it, she turned over and rolled up the quilt to make up for sleep.

"..." Xie Qingwan didn't seem to have expected Rong Ling's reaction like this, she pursed her lips tightly, her face was uncertain, "Master hates me so much? Don't you even want to take another look?"

What kind of nonsense is this, Rong Ling was puzzled, poked his head out from the soft pillow, but saw that Xie Qingwan's eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to cry in the next second.

Obviously the person trapped was herself, but she was so wronged, Rong Ling was helpless: "You didn't sleep all night last night, don't you need to rest?"

rest?

Xie Qingwan leaned over with red eyes: "Master, do you know that I have not closed my eyes for more than 2000 days and nights in the belly of that monster?"

In the belly of the green sand beast, when the eyes are not closed, every moment is in fear, lest there will be a monster attack in the next moment, and even in the non-stop fighting, there is no time to stand still.

Xie Qingwan has long forgotten how it feels to fall asleep, but Rong Ling still wants to sleep peacefully, which makes her so reconciled.

Thinking of this, she lightly rubbed the tip of her nose against Rong Ling's neck: "I can't sleep, why don't Master accompany me?"

Rong Ling could feel that the hot breath she exhaled brushed against his neck, with a faint provocation.

The light veil that had been draped casually on her shoulders spread out again in her movements, and before Rong Ling could react, Xie Qingwan bit her shoulder gently.

Rong Ling couldn't help shaking, wondering what kind of strange hobby Xie Qingwan had.

"It's so soft..." Xie Qingwan said, and his mood returned to a little bit of joy.

However, when she was happy, Rong Ling was doomed to have a hard time.

The delicate and dense kisses fell like overwhelming, this time not only on the shoulders, but also on Rong Ling's forehead, between the eyebrows... even the tip of the nose and the cheeks, Xie Qingwan seemed to be branded, imprinting his marks one by one.

In the end, it was inevitable to be lingering again.

Xie Qingwan eats the marrow and knows the taste, but Rong Ling has never been so tired in her life. Even though she is a god who is not easy to be emotional, her fine hair is still wet with sweat, and the tears at the end of her eyes are wiped away by Xie Qing Treat them like treasures and kiss them one by one.

She kissed Rong Ling very lightly, but it dragged her into the clouds, and then fell heavily——

Until the end, Rong Ling was like a flower that was overly nourished by rain and dew. When it bloomed, it was exhausted, and the hand stretched out of the brocade quilt couldn't reach anything, and was immediately held tightly by Xie Qingwan, and grabbed it back again.

Before Shen Shen fell asleep, she could still hear Xie Qingwan whispering in her ear: "So cute..."

Xie Qingwan is so obedient that she wants to keep her hidden like this, no one can see it, it's just her own treasure, and she can do whatever she wants.

So the next day's celebration, because Rong Ling couldn't get up, naturally missed it.

But she has never liked this kind of crowded occasion, so it doesn't matter if she goes or not.

Xie Qingwan, who also missed the time, woke up refreshed, her hand still on Rong Ling's shoulder, seeing her eyes open and not knowing what she was thinking, she directly kissed Rong Ling's eyelid: "Master!" Wait for me, I will be back with you soon."

Rong Ling was really impatient at being pestered by her, so he could only hesitate and close his eyes again.

Xie Qingwan didn't care, and he didn't forget to put a ban in the palace before going out.

Really defending himself like a thief, Rong Ling felt helpless, looking at the green vine still shackled on his wrist.

This whole day and night was tossed and turned by Xie Qing like a pancake, Rong Ling found that the length of the ivy was not fixed, but automatically lengthened with the distance between himself and the bedpost.

Rong Ling tentatively got up from the bed, and took a few steps while propping up his weak legs.

When he reached the door of the sleeping hall, the length of the ivy seemed to have reached its limit, and Rong Ling couldn't take another half step forward.

It was really the same as Shuan Gou, if it wasn't for his conscience, Rong Ling wished he could tear this rebel into several pieces with one sword.

It's a pity that she couldn't, Rong Ling sighed softly, and turned back into the hall again.

Inside the white jade bed is a pool of hot springs, Rong Ling's whole body is very sore and limp, and even though Xie Qingwan used the Qingchen formula to clean herself up last night, she still feels that her body is sticky, so she soaked it without thinking. into it.

The comfortable temperature ironed every inch of skin, and Rong Ling couldn't help closing his eyes because of the comfort.

Until now, without Xie Qingwan's disturbance, she had time to think about what to do next.

Rong Ling naturally didn't want to be trapped like this, but she also understood that with Xie Qingwan's current brain circuit, no matter what she said, she would definitely not listen to it, and maybe it would backfire.

Forget it, turned around and put his upper body on the edge of the pool, Rong Ling lazily closed his eyes.

It's better to take one step at a time, wait until you find a suitable opportunity, and then carefully educate Xie Qingwan.

Perhaps the temperature of the pool water was too comfortable, after Rong Ling closed his eyes, after a while, he just soaked in the water like this, and fell asleep with his head against the shore.

Perhaps it was because her mana was restricted, she slept so deeply that she didn't even notice that the door was pushed open and Xie Qingwan walked in.

Rong Ling had no choice but to open her eyes until she felt an itchy touch on her cheek, and then she saw Xie Qingwan who was crouching down by the pool and stroking her cheek with her fingers.

There is no day in the demon world, only dozens of luminous pearls illuminate the room, and the icy light shines on Xie Qingwan's body, casting a layer of silver light on her whole body.

Rong Ling fell asleep for a moment, forgot where he was, and even frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

She looked dizzy, and she had shed her usual godly airs, with her long hair sticking to her shoulders, she looked like a little demon emerging from the water.

It seemed that in the next second, this little demon was going to flutter its wings to clean all the water droplets on its feathers.

Xie Qingwan couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips: "It seems that Master is very used to living in this palace."

It's just going with the situation, it's not a habit, Rong Ling was noncommittal, but when he was about to come out of the pool, Xie Qingwan grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.

Rong Ling was caught off guard for a moment, and fell straight into her arms.

The side of the pool made of white jade was instantly wetted by the splash of water, and a large area was wet.

The drops of water on Rong Ling's hair also ticked down, and the light gauze dress on her body was close to the skin, and the exquisite figure was unobstructed.

Even though he had tasted the delicious taste countless times yesterday, Xie Qingwan still couldn't restrain his eyes from sinking a little bit.

Rong Ling sat up from her body, but didn't notice that something was wrong with Xie Qingwan, and then a shadow fell in front of him, and it turned out that Xie Qingwan also knelt and sat up in the same position as her: "At the banquet today, there are many small sects My disciple asked about Master, why didn't he see you."

Jiuhuafeng is the leading sect in the cultivation world, and Rong Ling is one of the best. It is only normal for someone from the same sect who admires her to ask about it.

Rong Ling has long been accustomed to this, and he didn't even raise his head: "Huh?"

Xie Qingwan's eyes seemed to be burning with flames: "Master is really loved as always."

This... how do you say it sounds a bit like gnashing your teeth?

Rong Ling raised his eyes, but before he could see Xie Qingwan's expression clearly, her kiss came over him, with jealousy and unwillingness that was too strong to conceal, and they rubbed against Rong Ling's ears.

Rong Ling was forced to lean back by her sudden movement, her waist bent down to an almost unbearable arc.

Xie Qingwan seemed to be aware of her discomfort, wrapped her right hand around Rong Ling's waist, and stroked the top of her head with the other hand, where her hair and clothes were dried bit by bit.

Until finally, after the kiss was over, Xie Qingwan conjured up a towel from nowhere, and wiped Rong Ling's still damp skin with delicate and gentle movements, even her delicate fingers were not spared.

Rong Ling looked sideways at Xie Qingwan's movements, and gradually had a guess in his heart.

No one would humiliate others like this, it seems that she likes herself.

This is a bit difficult.

After all, in Rong Ling's heart, she has no other feelings for Xie Qingwan except the friendship between master and apprentice.

Just when Rong Ling was thinking about what to do, Xie Qingwan had already gone all the way down, brushing against her bare feet.

Her eyes were focused, as if she was doing something extremely pious.

Rong Ling tilted his head to look at her movements, and a thought that he had never thought of suddenly popped up in his mind.

Having lived for thousands of years, Rong Ling has never tried what it's like to be in love with others, it seems that it would be good to try it in the illusion.

Thinking like this, Rong Ling suddenly said, "Xie Qingwan..."

Xie Qingwan followed the sound and raised her head, then went up and down.

It's all because Rong Ling approached suddenly, and a light and cool kiss fell on Xie Qingwan's lips.

The author has something to say: Rong? The little goblin is online... If you don't show your hands, I'm afraid everyone will forget that Rong Ling was originally a goblin...

I don't know why, every time Xie Qingwan will accidentally label it as Xie Qingwen, and then his style of painting changes suddenly!