Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

The two looked at the huge bed, and it took Ye Qiao a while to ask, "Do you want to sleep inside or outside?"

The two looked at each other, although it was only for a very short moment, Ye Qiao only felt dizzy and crisp, as if he was drunk.

Dong Zhao's heart was about to burst out of his throat, and the sound was like a beating drum. He was afraid that the other party would listen to it, and his eyes would lose his soul when he heard his voice.

Ye Qiao's flushed face had a special charm, which made him even more out of his wits.

"That, that... I can sleep anywhere... that's fine." The stuttering person finally said it, and his ears were stained with crimson in an instant, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

After speaking, Dong Zhao blushed like a persimmon and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him again.

Ye Qiao took off his outer robe, turned over and got on the couch.

With a flushed face that was so delicate and pretty, he pulled the quilt up to his chin, covered it tightly, and simply closed his eyes, but the trembling eyelashes betrayed him.

Dong Zhao took off his coat and carefully got on the bed.

Sleeping on the same couch, covered with the same quilt, the body temperature of each other is mixed together, warming each other.

Dong Zhao slept next to Ye Qiao.

She couldn't help taking a sneak peek at him, only to see his delicate dimple, which was as white as snow, was as crystal clear as jade, his jade cheeks were slightly flushed, and his delicate red lips were extraordinarily alluring, coquettish and coquettish.

That look didn't matter, Dong Zhao's heart beat even harder, and his face flushed again, from the roots of his ears to his neck, his back, his back to his heels.

He struggled to resist the impulse in his body and forced himself to close his eyes.

He stayed until the middle of the night, but his heart couldn't calm down.

Looking up at him quietly, he was sleeping peacefully.

Just as Dong Zhao was going to hold his hand, Ye Qiao turned over and put his whole head into his arms.

At that moment, Dong Zhao froze, and cautiously stretched out his hand, taking advantage of the situation to hold him tightly in his arms.

The even breath fluttered on his chest, tender and tender, itchy.

In the early morning of the second day, Ye Qiao moved slightly on the bed, and slept quite well that night.

Smiling and opened his eyes, Dong Zhao was no longer by his side, but he could still smell the faint woody scent.

That smell is very good, very calming, very fascinating.

Laying on the bed for a while, thinking about going to Dazong Mountain today to help Su Bailang eliminate the wolf demon, he had no choice but to get up.

In the next room, Dong Zhao was writing something at his desk.

While writing, the corners of his mouth kept rising.

"In the year of Jiazi, on the sixth day of March, the sky was clear. Yesterday must be an auspicious day. Xiaoshan is still alive and well. Master ate a lot of food. He is very happy, and I am also very happy. What makes me the happiest is Last night, the scheme succeeded in tricking Yuanyuan to say that she was afraid of the dark. He really believed it and slept with him on the same bed as he wished. Although he stayed up all night because of being too excited, he was really happy. If I don’t settle down, I don’t think I can go on like this. If I die from exhaustion, I will be very unwilling, because I still want to protect Yuanyuan..."

"Azhao—"

Ye Qiao's voice suddenly came over.

Dong Zhao put away the notebook in a panic.

"Hey...here we come!"

He rushed out the door and ran to Ye Qiao.

"Master, I'm here—"

Ye Qiao looked at him with a smile.

"Go to Dazong Mountain to eliminate the wolf demon."

Dong Zhao nodded with a smirk.

The two of them performed an imperial movement technique and arrived at Xiaoyi Village in an instant.

Xiaoyi Village is backed by Dazong Mountain, where there are wolf demons who often eat the common people.

Even in the daytime, the village is exceptionally quiet.

It seemed like an uninhabited village. After walking for a while, a village woman in front of her was squatting on the ground, her hands were crazily scratching something.

Dong Zhao knew that Ye Qiao would ask the village women, and he also knew that a thick fog would rise around him in just two snaps of his fingers.

He knew everything about what was going to happen.

Sure enough, just after Ye Qiao took two steps, a thick fog suddenly appeared around him, and he couldn't see his fingers for a moment.

"Azhao!"

The first time he sensed danger, Ye Qiao would always call his name first to ensure his safety.

It's just that the voice fell for a long time, but without any response, Ye Qiao's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Except for the vast expanse of whiteness around him, there was no sign of him.

"Ah Zhao!" He hurriedly called out again.

Dong Zhao only felt his neck tighten, he couldn't breathe for a while, and was dragged several miles by a black shadow.

Shen Hui took him away from the fog.

Holding his neck tightly, he said viciously, "Do you still want to let your sister live?"

Dong Zhao pretended to be scared.

"If you want your sister to live well, then obey me obediently, or I will kill her."

Seeing that Dong Zhao stopped struggling and calmed down, Shen Hui let go of his hand.

Dong Zhao coughed wildly, and looked at him leisurely.

"what do you want to do?"

Shen Hui's face was gloomy and cold, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, evil and dangerous.

When he stretched out his hand, there were three dragon nails in his hand.

"Put these three dragon nails into Ye Qiao's body, and I will return my sister to you after the task is completed."

Dong Zhao frowned and thought for a moment.

I quickly answered "yes"...

Shen Hui smiled, "A good boy is obedient—"

As he spoke, he threw the three Dragon Nails into Dong Zhao's hands.

Dong Zhao looked down at the three sleepy dragon nails, his face suddenly changed, and he smiled coldly.

"My sister was killed by you a long time ago, wasn't she?"

Shen Hui was taken aback.

Before he could recover, Dong Zhao violently threw out the three dragon nails.

Fast and fast, there was no time to dodge, and the three dragon nails pierced into his chest with a pop.

Blood spurted out of his mouth immediately.

The spiritual power collapsed, and the cultivation base all over his body disappeared immediately, and he knelt down on the ground powerlessly.

He gritted his teeth in pain, clutching his burning chest and shaking so hard that he couldn't help himself.

"You...how could you..."

Shen Hui never thought that he would have such explosive power that he had no time to dodge.

This is not at all the cultivation level that Dong Zhao should have in his impression.

He gritted his teeth and resisted, the veins on his face were bulging, and he was a little distorted. He stared at Dong Zhao unwillingly.

"Unexpectedly... it will fall into your hands!"

Dong Zhao walked towards him, looking down at his painful look.

"Shen Hui, the taste of trapped dragon nails is not good, it's time for you to taste the taste of trapped dragon nails."

Shen Hui clutched his chest tightly and looked up at him viciously.

"Give me a good time if you have one! Otherwise, I'll give you a good time!"

Dong Zhao looked at him leisurely, but there was no murderous look in his eyes.

"Shen Hui, you should be lucky. For the sake of you being Senior Brother Yuanyuan, I spare your life."

"I won't kill you, because I realized a truth yesterday, as long as you live, everything will be fine in the end."

Shen Hui's eyes were ruthless, wishing he could be cramp, skinned and ashes, he smiled coldly.

"What kind of dog are you, you deserve to be called him!"

Shen Hui is like a crazy wild dog at the moment.

But what he didn't expect was that Dong Zhao really let him go, just smiled and left...

Seeing his walking away figure, Shen Hui clutched his chest, biting his blood-stained teeth, full of hatred and unwillingness.

He is an arrogant person, making him a useless person, living like an ordinary person is the greatest torture and humiliation!

Of course he is unwilling!

Dong Zhao could still faintly hear his roar of rage after he had gone far away.