Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

The wound on his body seemed to ooze blood, sticking sticky to his body. The dizziness of entering the small world made Qingyuan frowned. The expression on his face in the dungeon looked unpredictable.

Qin Chen said, "Master", with a weak breath, like a spider's thread.

Qingyuan opened his eyes suddenly, why is Qin Chen here?

Isn't this He Louming's small world?

With a bad premonition in his heart, Qingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at his disciple calmly, "Are you okay?"

"Disciple is fine." Qin Chen's voice was dry, "Master, your injury..." His throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, and he spoke muffledly, "It's the disciple who is too useless."

What He Louming said is right, he is dull in aptitude and doesn't have much talent, if he wasn't involved this time, how could Master have fallen into such a situation!

Qingyuan sighed slightly, "It's not your fault."

I really don't blame Qin Chen.

He reached out and patted Qin Chen's shoulder, his eyes were far away, this is not a small world, or a new small world.

This is a world completely constructed by He Louming, and it is what he and He Louming have experienced.

He lowered his eyes, letting thoughts of the past wrap around him.

This year was the fourth year when he expelled He Louming from his sect. One year later, Mo Zunyuan died, and He Louming received the inheritance of the Demon God and became the new Demon Lord.

In the same year, he fell into the endless abyss and fell into the hands of He Louming.

Thinking of this, Qingyuan's expression was vainly delicate, he thought slowly, it was also from here that He Louming locked him... into the bedroom for a year.

One year.

Qingyuan lowered his eyes, tapped the wall slowly with his slender fingers, stood at the end of time and looked back at these things, like the most heart-wrenching moment when he read a storybook after reading the ending again, and he never had much in his heart Waves, knowing that all this will eventually pass.

But what about Qingyuan and He Louming at that time?

One is ruthless and decisive, the other is full of arrogance, the two confront each other tit for tat, and they are generally destined to end badly.

Qingyuan frowned slightly, it's been a long time, and I can't remember many things clearly, I only remember that the two of them were not very happy this year.

This is difficult.

He closed his eyes, endured the pain in his body, and thought about the events of this year in his mind.

At the same time, in the magic palace.

Lord Demon Envoy came in with a gloomy expression, and the servants around were trembling, all of them lowered their eyebrows, lest they would make this violent Demon Envoy angry.

The whip in He Louming's hand was thrown to the ground by him, and the blood on it stained the carpet, bright red and conspicuous.

He just used this to beat... his master.

Oh wrong.

He Louming looked sneering, thinking coldly, he has already been expelled from the division.

His fists were clenched and then loosened, the blood vessels in his hands were bulging with great force, his eyes were dark, like a wolf in a moonlit night, proud and lonely.

Suddenly, he lifted the palm of his hand and struck at him with a venomous feeling. The devilish energy surging in his hand slapped himself mercilessly. At that moment, the severe pain hit him, and a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth and landed on his body. On the blanket, it looks like little red plums have fallen on the snow, which is dazzling at first glance.

The smell of rust filled the entire mouth, he licked the inner wall, his lips were red, his face was pale, his expression was numb and empty, like a ghost in the dark night.

When Mo Lian came in, he saw such a scene. His legs, which had been transformed for a long time, were as soft as his tail, and the scales on his body were almost raised, and he almost turned into a small snake and escaped.

But He Louming's gaze was like a flash of cold white lightning, his brows and eyes were as sharp as knives, when he saw him, he smiled and waved, "Come here."

It's really scary for you to smile at me with blood on your face like this.

I felt that in the next moment, I would kill him in half like tearing noodles, and then throw him out in a ball.

He walked over with his limp legs, and said cautiously, "Master"

Just speak up when you have something to say, don't kill the snake just because you disagree.

With a smile on his face, He Louming looked very happy, and pointed to the whip on the ground, "I beat him with this today."

As he said, he stretched out his hand and made a whip gesture, "That's it, I saw blood all at once."

It took [-]% of his strength, probably the kind that his skin was torn apart and his flesh was torn apart.

He reached out and touched his chest, the throbbing thing here has been hurting for four years, and he doesn't know if it's Qingyuan who hurts today or him.

That's great, he was in pain, and Qingyuan was also in pain, thinking of this, he laughed out loud.

When Mo Lian heard him laugh, he couldn't hold back his trembling, and said loudly, "Master, are you happy?"

are you happy?

He Louming suppressed his smile, "I'm not happy."

Not happy at all, the heart seems to be hurting more, like being pinched and kneaded desperately, the pain is so painful that I can't give up half the strength to resist.

"Then why don't you just stop beating him?" He didn't look happy anyway, so why bother?

"Yes, you're right." He Louming said quietly, since he was not happy at all after beating Qingyuan, he decided to find someone else.

Qin Chen is very good.

Killing him would make him feel better.

He stood up, holding a bottle of good elixir, but he didn't know where he went.

Mo Lian finally breathed a sigh of relief, his figure flashed, and he turned into a black snake and crawled slowly along the corner of the wall.

It's just too scary to slip away.

In the dungeon, the door was pushed open again.

Seeing the person coming, Qingyuan couldn't hold back his voice, "He Louming."

His Taoist companion is now full of demonic energy, his face is as pale as paper, but his eyes are shining, and he really doesn't look very good.

Besides, the maliciousness on his face was too obvious, as if he was going to kill someone in the next second.

Correct.

He wants to kill Qin Chen!

Thinking of this, Qingyuan glanced at the ill-fated little disciple, and thought to himself that the master was too sorry for you.

Facing He Louming who was standing in front of Qin Chen, who was overflowing with demonic energy, Qingyuan said again, "He Louming, come here."

His heart was a little tense, and when he got excited, blood seemed to ooze from the wound again, Qingyuan's face turned pale, and he couldn't hold back a muffled groan.

He Louming finally made a move, he walked slowly in front of Qingyuan, under his thick black eyes like ice on the lake, he spoke, his voice was as soft as a lover's murmur, "Are you worried about him? ?”

He sneered, looking at Qingyuan with black and white eyes, and his voice was full of malice, "It's a pity, he will be killed by me."

Qingyuan: ...don't make trouble, he is really just my disciple.

He took a deep breath without any trace, "How can you not kill him?"

But let Qin Chen go, it's really not easy for a child.

He Louming really tilted his head and thought about it, how can he not kill him?

He looked at Qingyuan and said slowly, "No, I must kill him."

With you protecting him like this, he deserves to die.

Since you drove me away because of him back then, he deserved to die.

After saying that, a hand suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes, He Louming looked down at the owner of that hand, his black pupils were full of his reflection, and Xiao Shuxuan raised his hand, looking like a god.

He said, "I stay, you let him go."

Qingyuan thought very simply. Although he forgot how Qin Chen left at that time, he remembered that Qin Chen definitely left.As for himself...

Well

If you are locked up, just lock it up, it's a thing of the past anyway.

There is no need to involve others in the matter between your own Taoist couple.

"You stay," He Louming murmured, the depths of his eyes were already faintly red, as thick as fresh blood.

You clearly know what will happen if you stay, but you stay here willingly for the sake of your little disciple.

Qingyuan, you really love your little disciple.

Slowly squatting down, looking at the person at the same level, He Louming stretched out his hand and slowly caressed Qingyuan's cheek, stroking a piece of skin back and forth with his fingertips, and did not withdraw his hand until the small piece of skin became red and warm. Satisfied with the proposal, he smiled slightly, "Say, how do you let him go?"

Qingyuan slowly breathed a sigh of relief, he said calmly, his expression looked a little indifferent in this dark dungeon, "Just throw it out."

As long as He Louming doesn't have Qin Chen's ideas, everything else is fine.

Outside the magic palace are wandering monsters. They are cruel and bloodthirsty by nature. Not to mention Qin Chen, who is no different from ordinary people now, even immortals with abundant spiritual power dare not leave rashly.

He Louming narrowed his eyes slowly, and laughed out loud as if he was very happy.

A low laugh resounded in this dungeon. Accompanied by his pale face and the devilish energy around him, there was an indescribable strangeness. His chest was shaking, and he didn't stop until tears appeared in the corner of his eyes. He raised his hand and stood The low-level demons at the side took Qin Chen away. From the beginning to the end, Qingyuan was surprisingly calm.

He Louming took his expression into his eyes, and for a long time, stroked his brow bone and said with a smile, "I am always moved by Qingyuan Immortal Venerable's indifference."

Then I ask you to send him back to Tianyi School, will you do it?

Maybe he killed someone in this dungeon.

Qingyuan, who had a clearer understanding of his own Taoist companion's possessiveness, thought so.

With a movement of his fingers, a wisp of devilish energy entered his body, and the people around him passed out without even making a sound, hugged him in his arms, and looked down at him.

When this person closed his eyes quietly, he looked gentle and pure. There was no indifference and indifference deep in those peach blossom eyes, just so peaceful and quiet.

This is so good.

He Louming raised his lips, his eyes were as deep as the night.

What he can't get, no one can get it.