The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Ling didn't understand why she suddenly wanted to say such things,? But she didn't intend to understand.

Xie Qingwan's wrist was still tightly clasped, she frowned and twisted in extreme discomfort.

Feeling her struggle, Xie Qingwan let go of her hand, with a chill in her eyes, and even smiled lightly: "Master just killed me, isn't he still very strong?"

Rong Ling froze, and then remembered what she had done a while ago. At that time, she was just in a hurry, and she had no choice, but now that Xie Qingwan lifted her up, Rong Ling felt that the back of her neck seemed to be covered. A thick layer of ice made her unable to move.

That's right,? Even if she wanted Xie Qingwan to die, so what.

If something really happened to Cong Yuzhong, the result would not be something the two of them could bear, but Rong Ling did not expect that Xie Qingwan's devilish energy was strong enough to control him.

Rong Ling was too lazy to explain to Xie Qingwan, and couldn't stand the current situation of being controlled by others, so he directly attacked her shoulder.

Xie Qingwan seemed to have expected it a long time ago, turned his head slightly, pinched Rong Ling's wrist again, blocked all her offensives, and said word by word: "I remember the last time Master forced me to treat you When I made the move, I once said that if I don’t fight with you, you and I will never see each other again.”

"Now that I can rival Master, according to this principle, I wonder if Master should stay?"

She seemed to be asking, but she didn't wait for Rong Ling's answer. Instead, she used magic to restrain all of Rong Ling's power, and led her away from Qiongtu Cliff, and back to the demon world.

There was a familiar bed curtain above her head, before Rong Ling could react, Xie Qingwan also bent down and bit her neck.

Her teeth were so sharp that Rong Ling could even feel his skin being pierced and warm blood flowing out.

Everything Xie Qingwan did afterwards was as arrogant and unreasonable as a sudden storm.

Rong Ling wanted to push the person away countless times, but he didn't have the strength.

The red tent above her head swayed slightly, and green vines climbed on her wrists. She was like a prey imprisoned in this world, allowing Xie Qingwan to enjoy it.

Immortal energy and demonic energy are incompatible, and Xie Qingwan has just become a demon, and he doesn't know how to restrain himself, Rong Ling fell into a drowsy sleep as if he was tossed in a huge wave.

As if she didn't want to see Xie Qingwan, she never opened her eyes from the beginning to the end.

I don't know how long it took, and she was dizzy, it seemed that someone was gently stroking her cheek, and her fingertips landed on her lips, prying Rong Ling's lips open.

Then a sweet liquid flowed out between the lips and teeth.

Rong Ling could feel that this was Xie Qingwan's blood.

She probably remembered that after she sucked her blood last time, her power increased greatly, so she came up with this method.

It's a pity that even Xie Qingwan's blood needs Rong Ling to work.

But now Rong Ling is unwilling to move with her eyes closed, no matter how much blood she pours, it won't help.

Xie Qingwan looked at Rong Ling who was unresponsive, with a downcast expression on his face.

She withdrew her hand and left in a hurry.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Xie Qingwan brought another person back to the bedroom, and said coldly: "Look at what happened to her?"

There is no such thing as a doctor in the monster world where the weak eat the strong. The one kneeling in front of the couch is the doctor Xie Qingwan hastily captured from Jiuhua Peak with a teleportation array. "This... I don't know, maybe it's His Highness's devilish energy colliding with the Immortal Venerable... Just take it easy."

Xie Qingwan didn't say a word, but looked at Rong Ling with serious eyes, and let the doctor carefully withdraw from the hall.

She covered her body and slowly licked the blood off Rong Ling's lips, then whispered in her ear: "After tonight, if you still don't wake up, I'll go back to Jiuhuafeng to kill you!" Master, how about feeding you with the blood of those disciples?"

Rong Ling's eyelids trembled, and he felt that Xie Qingwan's idea was really retarded.

She herself is a disciple of Jiuhua Peak, if she really wants to kill the sect, shouldn't she be the first one to kill?

As if aware of her inner voice, Xie Qingwan couldn't help but sneer: "Master, don't you believe me?"

She said again: "Then I'll go to Jiuhua Peak right now, grab anyone and drain his blood."

Saying that, Rong Ling felt a lightness around him, and Xie Qingwan actually got up and left.

She immediately used the last bit of strength left to grab Xie Qingwan's wrist, and then opened her eyes.

Xie Qingwan beside the bed seemed to have expected it a long time ago, a sarcasm curled up on the corner of his lips: "You really deserve to be a compassionate fairy."

"Xie Qingwan..." Rong Ling squinted at her and said coldly, "You really make me sick."

"Oh, disgusting?" Hearing her words, Xie Qingwan laughed instead of anger, "Master, don't you think I don't feel disgusted?"

Today's Xie Qingwan doesn't even dare to look in the mirror, she's afraid to see her hateful face, she's afraid to see her eyes once occupied by desire.

But is all this what she wants?

From the beginning to the end, she just wanted to worship in the fairy gate and be a simple monk.

Even if she later admired her master, Xie Qingwan just endured it, but the heavens chose to play tricks on her like this, making her spend five full years in Wu Shanshi's loneliness and hopelessness.

In the endless darkness, Xie Qingwan realized that the truth is to become stronger. Only by becoming stronger can he not be bullied and left behind, and then he can get everything he wants.

Including... her good master.

If it is said that Xie Qingwan still indulged Rong Lingshang in the past, but after she pierced her heart with a sword that day, Xie Qingwan was completely obsessed, leaving no room for it.

She sat on the side of the bed, stroking the hair on Rong Ling's forehead with her fingers, slightly gliding over her cheeks, the slender neck like a swan, the delicate collarbone...

Then it landed on her ankle.

The white dress that Rong Ling usually wears has long been replaced by Xie Qingwan into a long dress that looks like a wedding dress. The bright red satin skirt makes her slender ankles look like white jade.

Before Rong Ling could react, he heard a jingle, and something cold seemed to be stuck on his ankle.

At the same time, the restraints on her body disappeared completely, and Rong Ling sat up, only to find that it was the silver bell, tied around her ankle with a touch of gold thread.

There is no need to try, Rong Ling also knows that he will not be able to solve this thing.

She pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

"Master, don't you feel trapped and uncomfortable?" Xie Qingwan's tone seemed to be extremely patient, as if coaxing a child, "I cast a tracking spell on this, no matter where you go, I can find you, you say , isn’t it practical?”

Rong Ling didn't speak or look at her. He got off the bed, straightened his clothes, and walked outside barefoot.

However, she had only taken three or two steps when there seemed to be movement outside, and a demon servant reported through the door: "Your Highness, the head of Jiuhua Peak said he wanted to see you in the main hall."

Xie Qing rolled up and hugged Rong Ling's waist from behind, her breath was like a cold snake hovering around her neck: "I never thought that your good junior brother would come as soon as Master disappeared, it's really affectionate .”

Rong Ling really couldn't bear her being so eccentric: "Xie Qingwan, don't talk nonsense."

"Is it nonsense, you will know if you try it." Xie Qingwan said slowly, "Master, tell me, if I want him to trade his life for your freedom, do you think the master will agree?"

Rong Ling's eyes froze into ice, and he turned around from her embrace: "Xie Qingwan, what exactly do you want to do?"

"What do you think, Master?" Xie Qingwan pressed his cold cheeks against Rong Ling, and slowly dawdled, "I just don't want anyone to disturb us, but you, junior, seem to be determined to die."

Rong Ling could feel that the murderous intent in her tone was undisguised, and there was no intention of hiding it.

A chill came from Rong Ling's back, and he said expressionlessly, "I'll stay here, you let him go."

The more she was like this, Xie Qingwan started to make things difficult instead: "Master, you value him so much? Then who is more important between him and Feng Xihui?"

Rong Ling frowned and looked at her, feeling baffled: "Making trouble for no reason..."

"What if I want to make trouble for no reason?" Xie Qingwan asked persistently, insisting on getting an answer.

For some reason, ever since she saw the scene when she met Feng Xihui in Rong Ling's soul thoughts, Xie Qingwan could feel that the relationship between the two was not as simple as Rong Ling showed.

Rong Ling didn't say a word, she knew that no matter what she said, Xie Qingwan would not be satisfied.

Xie Qingwan seemed a little impatient to wait, and said with a sneer: "It seems that Master has a hard time making a choice, what if I go to Tong Wenqi right now?"

"Don't..." Rong Ling said without thinking, in order to stop Xie Qingwan's movements, she stood on tiptoe and took the initiative to embrace Xie Qingwan's neck, and kissed her lips.

He couldn't fight, and it didn't make sense, this was the only way Rong Ling could think of, not to anger Xie Qingwan.

Immediately afterwards, she was completely hooked into her arms by the vines cast by Xie Qingwan, and the two fell back on the couch together.

There was overwhelming red in the eyes, and Rong Ling finally understood what Xie Qingwan meant in a trance. She turned out to use her bed as a wedding bed.

The bell at the ankle swayed and made a clear and crisp sound, covering some small croons.

The bed curtain swayed slightly, like rippling water.

From the beginning to the end, Xie Qingwan carefully restrained his demon energy, but Rong Ling was immersed in humiliation and unspeakable perception, and did not notice it at all.

It seems that taking into account Rong Ling's previous discomfort, Xie Qingwan is not insatiable this time.

But at the last moment, he reined in and let her go.

The sticky vines slid across Ling Guangjie's fair calf, leaving wet marks.

After a short period of tenderness, Xie Qingwan pressed her forehead contentedly, and the corners of his lips curled up happily: "Master, you really think that if you do this, I will let Wen Qi go?"

"What do you want?" Rong Ling's thick eyes were still stained with tears from when he couldn't restrain himself, but his clear eyes like glass were sober, and he looked at Xie Qingwan coldly.

Xie Qingwan stretched out his hand to cover her eyes, unwilling to look directly at her, leaned close to Rong Ling's ear, and murmured coquettishly: "How about forming a bond with me, master?"

Although it was a gentle tone, Rong Ling knew that he had no room to refuse.

She blinked, and the long eyelashes scratched Xie Qingwan's palm itchy: "Okay..."

Xie Qingwan's heart beat violently uncontrollably, and he held Rong Ling in his arms: "It's a pity that I, like Master, have no parents long ago, and no one can testify. Why don't we use our spiritual consciousness as a token?"

As she spoke, she pulled out a wisp of her spiritual consciousness, condensed it into a golden thread, and then involuntarily penetrated into Rong Ling's spiritual consciousness.

Rong Ling couldn't help trembling, and let her take away a wisp of her spiritual consciousness and condense it into a filament.

Xie Qingwan's eyes seemed to be burning with scorching flames, and the two strands of spirit were tightly tied to each other.

After making a contract, their names will be printed on Ruoshui's natal stone.

However, the next second, the smile on her lips froze.

Unexpectedly, the imprint that Xie Qi had branded on his spiritual consciousness did not appear. Tiandao seemed to disapprove of their lovers.

The look of expectation in Xie Qingwan's eyes was extinguished, and she was puzzled: "Why?"

As if he had expected this result a long time ago, Rong Ling was not surprised, and slowly said: "We are husband and wife, there is no doubt about love and affection, thank you Qingwan, you and I have already broken off friendship, let alone love?"

Xie Qingwan shot out a ball of demon fire, burning the consciousness of the two together into ashes, and in a blink of an eye, her fiery palm held Rong Ling's hand tightly, and a stern look appeared in her eyes: "Master really thinks, Even if your consciousness is unwilling, then there is nothing I can do?"

With that said, she wrapped her arms around Rong Ling's waist, and drew a teleportation formation in the air with one hand.

Rong Ling was puzzled, but the next second Xie Qingwan led her into the teleportation formation. The light of the day made her squint her eyes, and she could see clearly that the stones floating in the air around her were from the past. Ruoshui who broke the contract with Bai Yan.

Then Xie Qingwan conjured up a small dagger from nowhere and stuffed it into Rong Ling's palm. Her hand tightly covered the back of Rong Ling's hand. I want to go against the sky."

As she spoke, she poured spiritual power into the dagger and carved it straight on the natal stone.

For those who successfully form a marriage contract, their names will be engraved on the natal stone, but Xie Qingwan did the opposite, directly skipping the link of understanding the contract.

How could Rong Ling be willing, she desperately wanted to withdraw her hand, but Xie Qingwan's movements were so strong that Rong Ling couldn't hold back at all.

She stared at this natal stone coldly, clenched the dagger in her hand, and first carved a word "thank you".

Rong Ling limp in her arms helplessly, and watched her engrave the second word.

The top of the handle of the dagger is dotted with a bright red gemstone, which seems familiar.

Rong Ling suddenly remembered that this seemed to be a meeting gift he gave Xie Qingwan on the day of apprenticeship.

Now the tip of the knife is aimed at the natal stone, after carving Xie Qingwan's name, it is about to carve Rong Ling's name.

However, Ruoshui, who was originally in a clear sky, suddenly gathered dark clouds in the sky, just above the heads of the two of them. Rong Ling sensed that something was wrong, and immediately grabbed her hand with the other hand: "Stop Xie Qingwan, if this continues, you will be defeated." If you act in the sky, you will only be punished by thunder."

Xie Qingwan didn't care at all, and even pecked Rong Ling's soft earlobe happily: "A Ling, don't worry, I can definitely protect you."

Rong Ling didn't care that she suddenly changed her name, but noticed that the dark clouds above her head were getting closer and closer, day turned into night in an instant, and the light of lightning was blindingly bright.

Until the last swipe of Rong Ling's name fell, Xie Qingwan finally showed a satisfied expression.

At the same time, the thick clouds and thunder roared, and a thunderbolt of lightning fell down.

Rong Ling was about to deploy a barrier to resist him, but Xie Qingwan moved one step faster, and directly transformed Cong Yuzhong from his palm.

The moment it appeared in her hands, the Cong Yu bell grew several dozen times larger, forming a nearly transparent barrier, covering the two of them at the bottom of the bell and isolating them from the thunder.

The thunder buzzing in the ears, the Cong Yu bell vibrated slightly in the confrontation with Tianlei, but it had nothing to do with the two of them. The eaves are sheltered, so you can't feel the wind and raindrops, but it makes people feel at ease.

Xie Qing rolled his robes around his body without any wind, hugged Rong Ling and fell to the ground, and before he could open his mouth, he said: "Isn't the law of heaven forbidding me to be with you? I just want it to be seen. Master and I When you are together, no one else can stop you."

After finishing speaking, she clasped Rong Ling's shoulder with one hand, and kissed her lips firmly.

There was thunder all around, and Rong Ling couldn't hear a sound, but could only feel Xie Qingwan's urgent breathing.

As if she wanted to prove something, she tossed and turned on Rong Ling's lips, like a drowning person hugging a piece of driftwood and refusing to let go.

The sky thunders fell one after another, and exploded above the top of the head. When it finally stopped, Xie Qingwan finally let Rong Ling go, and looked at her lips that were glistening from being bullied by him with satisfaction: "From now on... , no one can separate you from me."

is it?

Rong Ling snorted coldly in his heart, watched Cong Yu Zhong become smaller again and fell into Xie Qingwan's palm, and asked aloud: "Is this thing really so powerful?"

"Master likes it..." Xie Qingwan frowned, not aware of the calculating look in Rong Ling's eyes, and spread his palms to her, "Then how about giving it to you, as a wedding ceremony between the two of us?"

"Okay..." To her surprise, Rong Ling did not refuse, reached out to pick up the Cong Yu bell, and fiddled with it with his slender, white fingers.

Xie Qingwan was overjoyed, and there was a look of joy on his brows: "Then Master can think of a return gift..."

Her voice stopped abruptly, as if someone had blocked her throat.

On the opposite side, Rong Ling held Cong Yuzhong tightly, and pressed it firmly to the heart. In an instant, Cong Yuzhong's evil spirit collided with the immortal energy on her body, and Rong Ling spat out a mouthful of blood from his throat, and the blood even splashed To Xie Qingwan's face.

"A Ling..." There was blood in front of her eyes, and even the eyelashes were stained with blood drops. Xie Qingwan's hands felt cold in an instant, and her voice trembled uncontrollably, "Let go, let go of her."

Rong Ling hooked his lips into a smile, his blood-stained lips were thrilling, and sent Cong Yu Zhong to his heart a little more forcefully.

Xie Qingwan hadn't seen her smile at him like this for a long time, but she couldn't care less about indulging in the moment, rushing to convey her spiritual power.

However, to no avail, Cong Yuzhong's powerful evil spirit confronted Rong Ling, and the immortal energy around Rong Ling was continuously flowing away. Almost instantly, her long silk-like thick hair turned white, and then her whole body Lost the strength to support.

Even so, Rong Ling didn't want to fall into Xie Qingwan's arms, but leaned back, but Xie Qingwan quickly pulled him back.

"No, you won't die." Xie Qingwan sent her spiritual power with trembling hands, "I said, if you have something to do, I will ask the entire Jiuhuafeng to be buried with you."

Idiot, I have already said that she is also from Jiuhuafeng. Before killing others, it is better to kill yourself first, Rong Ling thought.

"Xie Qingwan..." Rong Ling suddenly raised his bloody hand, but stopped just as he was about to touch her face.

The corner of her lips curled into a strange arc: "See you in the next world."

After saying this, Rong Ling completely lost consciousness, and Xie Qingwan seemed to be sobbing in his ears.

There are still eight full worlds, Rong Ling thought, she must have cried too early.

When Rong Ling opened his eyes again, the surrounding environment had already changed.

The cold wind from the roof blew her dyed dark brown hair, Rong Ling tightened her school uniform jacket, and heard the cheers of middle school students from the playground downstairs, she was a little unaccustomed to it.

Fortunately, a voice suddenly sounded from the side: "Sister Rong, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you speak?"

Rong Ling turned his head to look, and the girl who was holding his arm was about the same height as her, but with extremely arrogant red hair and a lollipop in her mouth, no wonder she was slurred when she spoke.

This long red hair is so conspicuous that it's hard for Rong Ling not to remember who she is.

Wang Qi, my best friend and attendant in this world campus, but after the fake identity of Rong Ling's wealthy daughter was exposed to the public, he quickly became a member who stepped on him, and stood on the side of the real daughter Bai Zhen. Its influence, study hard, become a good student, and be admitted to a prestigious university.

Looking at her now, Rong Ling could guess when it was.

She turned her head, and she really saw the girl standing on the rooftop in front of her with long straight black hair, wearing a school uniform all over her body, and the little white shoes on her feet had been washed many times, and the canvas uppers were slightly stiff.

Sensing the look in Rong Ling's eyes, the girl's eyes under the lens were slightly displeased, and she said coldly, "Is there something wrong with asking me to come up? I'll leave if I'm fine."

The girl's eyes are resolute and resolute, like a stubborn and unyielding little white flower blooming among the dangerous rocks of the cliff.

And Rong Ling seemed to be the poisonous snake that was planning to attack Xiao Baihua.

There was no need for Rong Ling to speak, and other attendants laughed and said immediately: "Why, leave in such a hurry, our sister Rong called you up to think highly of you, you don't want to bite Lu Dongbin, you don't know a good heart."

As soon as she said these words, everyone standing beside Rong Ling immediately laughed: "I didn't expect Ma Jiaxin, you can also use idioms. If our Chinese teacher Mr. Zhou is so relieved to hear it."

"Idiot, this is not an idiom, but an allegory."

No one takes the girl across from her seriously. After all, it doesn't matter how good Bai Zhen's grades are. The tuition and boarding fees are all funded by the school. His family is so poor that he doesn't even have money for an autumn outing. In addition, he offended Rong Ling. She is nothing.

Amidst the roar of laughter, the girl seemed unmoved, her eyes didn't even turn red.

Only Rong Ling noticed that her hands covered in the sleeves of her large school uniform were tightly clenched into fists, obviously trying to hold back something.

Rong Ling frowned, stepped forward a few steps, and called out her name: "Bai Zhen?"

"What's the matter?" The girl's eyes were wary, and besides being alert, there was also a trace of imperceptible disgust towards Rong Ling hidden in her eyes.

After all, because the boy Rong Ling liked made trouble for Bai Zhen several times, Rong Ling mistakenly thought that there was something between the two of them, and warned her several times in private, Bai Zhen was already impatient with this.

Rong Ling curled his lips into a smile, raised his hand and waved it down fiercely.

There was a crisp sound in the air, and all the laughter and playfulness stopped abruptly. Everyone stared round in surprise, and some even rubbed their eyes, wondering if they had read it wrong.

No way, they thought Rong Ling was just giving Bai Zhen a warning, but they didn't expect her to do it.

And it seemed that the attack was not serious, Bai Zhen's face, which was so fair and bloodless, started to become red and swollen, and some places were scratched by Rong Ling's nails.

Rong Ling's slap was very satisfying, and finally let out all the depression accumulated in Xie Qingwan's place, she blew on her aching palm, without looking at him: "It's nothing, you can go now ?”

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