Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

"How is this going??"

He looked at the sword in his hand, which was very restless at the moment, which was different from the past.

He never imagined that such an unexpected thing would happen after his own blood was sucked by the Jialan Sword.

Suddenly the Jialan sword in his hand trembled more and more, and he was thrown out instantly.

Swipe a few times in the air around his body, and the Jialan sword descended from the sky and stuck straight on the ground in front of his feet.

In an instant, the Jialan sword disappeared, and a man in a dark blue robe knelt at his feet.

Facing him very respectfully, he cupped his fists and said, "Master..."

"Owner??"

Dong Zhao was puzzled for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Please get up."

The person kneeling on the ground froze for a moment before getting up.

The man's heroic appearance is heroic and extraordinary, he is ruthless but not indifferent, he is affectionate but he can't tell where he is passionate. After thinking about it, he feels quite similar to the Bodhisattva in the Vajra Bodhisattva temple. On the one hand, he can be kind and friendly The world, on the one hand, can only kill but not cross with King Kong's angry eyes.

"Who are you?" Dong Zhao couldn't help asking.

The man said respectfully to him: "Sword Spirit, Jialan."

Dong Zhao was stunned, he is a sword spirit!Could it be because of the bleeding Gu that established a master-servant relationship?

But I have always thought that the Jialan Sword is just an ordinary magical weapon, but I never thought that it actually has a sword spirit, and it is also a sword spirit that can transform into shapes. From this point of view, it is definitely a rare first-grade spiritual weapon.

This sword was left by my father and mother at that time.

What is the origin of this sword?

While thinking hard, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Master is back."

He hurriedly said: "You go back to the sword and listen to my edict."

Jialan nodded, knelt down and transformed into a Jialan sword straight in front of his feet again.

He cast a spell, and the Jialan sword disappeared instantly.

"Master, you are back."

Ye Qiao held a mirror in his hand, and glanced at the crowd bound by the satin red silk.

"I'll go to the front, you take good care of this group of people."

After speaking, he was about to walk towards the virtual illusion, Dong Zhao grabbed his wrist.

"The virtual illusion is extremely dangerous. It is really worrying for the master to go alone. The apprentice wants to go together."

He knew how stubborn Dong Zhao was. Now that it was urgent, he frowned, pursed his lips and said, "Okay, I will fight, and you will cover from the sidelines."

"it is good……"

Ye Qiao quickly walked forward with a mirror, turned around and said, "Remember, don't be caught in the mirror, and don't look at yourself in the mirror!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Qiao flew forward in one go, avoiding the place where the mirror could shine, and moving quickly.

The virtual illusion was spinning in all directions, and the wind chimes on both sides made a rapid collision sound, which indicated that the mirror was rushing for food.

Ye Qiao avoided the mirror while looking at the timing.

"It's now!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the virtual illusion didn't shine on him, Ye Qiao suddenly took out the bronze mirror in his hand and looked at the back of the virtual illusion.

The wind chimes jingled and made a sharp and piercing sound, and suddenly there was a cry of a crane, and an invisible, shadowless, changing mist rushed out.

Seeing this, Ye Qiao sat cross-legged in an instant, his soul came out of his body, grasping the invisible with the invisible, and strangled the invisible fog.

At this moment, Ye Qiao's soul and body were absent, and he said coldly and angrily, "Nightmare ghost, what is your intention to harm the people! You are so inhumane that you cannot be kept!"

The Nightmare Ghost kept begging for mercy, "Master Ye, please spare me, Master Ye, please spare me!"

Ye Qiao said coldly, "You have harmed countless people, even if I execute you on the spot now, your boss Ye Yougui won't dare to say a word!"

"Excuse me, Immortal Master Ye, please forgive me, Immortal Master Ye... I don't want to do this, I did it because someone forced me to collect blood essence, Master Ye, please forgive me... Master Ye, please spare my life."

Ye Qiao frowned, "Who forced you?"

The Nightmare Ghost trembled and said, "Yes...it's Venerable Shen, it was Venerable Shen who forced me to collect the blood of these people here for him, I was really forced to do nothing, Immortal Master Ye please spare my life."

"Shen Hui!"

He clenched his fists and looked at him coldly, "You can't stand the addiction to killing!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Qiao raised his palm and was about to strike him down. Suddenly, the nightmare ghost made a desperate fight, broke free from his grip, and swished into the wind chime.

The bronze mirror beside Ye Qiaorou shattered with a bang.

He has a bad heart!Yuanshen returned to his body in an instant, stood up and shouted, "Go!"

But he was still a step late when he was caught in the mirror, and instantly there was a force behind him that sucked him in.

Seeing this, Dong Zhao grabbed his wrist, and both of them were sucked into the virtual illusion.

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Ye Qiao only felt a burst of dizziness in front of his eyes, and was instantly swept up by a white light. An unprecedented sense of weightlessness swept over his body, as if he had fallen into an abyss.

I don't know how long it took, he opened his eyes suddenly, sat up slowly, only to find that there was a soft mattress under his body, and after looking around for a week, he realized that it was inexplicably familiar, his head seemed to be split open in an instant, and he hugged it for a while. , to be relieved.

Only then did I realize that I was in the blue sea and sky, and this was in my bedroom.

Before he had time to think about how he escaped from the virtual illusion, he only vaguely remembered the moment when he was about to be sucked into the illusion, Dong Zhao grabbed his hand, and he couldn't remember what happened afterwards.

"Azhao, how is Azhao?"

At this time, footsteps from far to near sounded outside the door, and suddenly the door was pushed open.

Dong Zhao was still wearing the black robe, and walked in with a solemn expression, holding the soup.

Seeing that he woke up, he paused in joy for a moment, and accidentally knocked the medicine bowl in his hand to the ground.

Dong Zhao came back to his senses, rushed forward excitedly, and hugged him.

Hold him tightly in your arms.

Crying tremblingly, "Master...Master, you finally woke up. I thought you would never wake up again."

Ye Qiao raised her hand and patted his back lightly, like coaxing a child.

The voice was so gentle that I couldn't add more, "Okay, okay... Master is awake now."

Dong Zhao hugged him tightly, as if afraid that he would disappear again.

He simply leaned his head directly on his shoulder, raised his hand to pat him occasionally, and occasionally stroked his slightly curved back.

"Master fell into a coma for three whole months during this battle. This disciple thought that Master was about to fall into such a long sleep. Disciple was so scared, I was afraid that Master would not be able to wake up."

Ye Qiao was slightly taken aback, "Did I fall into a coma for so long during the virtual illusion battle?"

Looking at the sad apprentice in his arms, it seems that he can understand his hugging so desperately.

He curled the corners of his lips and smiled lightly. At one point, he was out of breath from being hugged, and patted Dong Zhao lightly, "Ah Zhao, let me go, I'm almost out of breath as a teacher—"

Dong Zhao didn't seem to let go of his intentions, hugged him silently for a long time, and suddenly said, "After this life and death, I want to say to Master...I love you, love you to the bone, love you so much that I can't extricate myself , love you like crazy, want to possess you, possess you, linger every night and sing songs every day, master, I love you, if I don’t say it, I will suffocate to death.”