Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

That night Ye Qiao lay sideways on the bed, Dong Zhao hugged him from behind as usual, pressed against him, kissed and rubbed the back of his neck.

But Ye Qiao couldn't get any interest, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Master... I think..."

Dong Zhao's hands rustled restlessly on his body. Seeing that he didn't respond, he got up and was about to pull him back, but he saw that his eyes were closed and he was already asleep.

Sullen had no choice but to give up.

In the early morning of the second day, Dong Zhao woke up, but there was no one on the bed.

He turned over in a panic and jumped off the bed, screaming and rushing out all the way.

"Master... Master!"

Shouts echoed in the huge bedroom.

After stumbling around and looking for it for a long time, he finally saw the figure in the back mountain bamboo forest that made him extremely excited.

"Master!"

Ye Qiao looked up at the bamboo leaves in a daze, and turned around when she heard the voice.

Dong Zhao flew over joyfully, bumped into his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist and easily lifted him up, buried his head in his arms, happy and excited.

"I finally found Master, I thought Master didn't want me anymore..."

Hearing the slightly trembling but restrained voice, Ye Qiao's heart softened, and he raised his green fingers to rub his hair.

"Let me down."

Dong Zhao rubbed against his arms, aggrieved and coquettishly said, "I don't want it, let Shizun down, what should I do if Shizun runs away?"

He smiled slightly, and stroked his head lightly, but when he raised his head, his eyes were reddened, and he stared at a certain point in the sky in a daze for a long while.

"How wonderful would it be if all this was true?"

His voice was so low that even the people who were next to him couldn't hear what he said.

As if he had made up his mind, he silently took a breath and looked down at the person drowning in his arms.

Pushing Dong Zhao's shoulder away, he slid down.

Dong Zhaogang was about to stretch out his arms to embrace him, but he stepped back resolutely, and there was a distance between the two.

Dong Zhao said with an aggrieved face: "Master? What's wrong with you? Seeing that you are unhappy in the past two days, you seem to be preoccupied."

"If you feel... feel that you regret being with your apprentice, you can still be your former apprentice. Just pretend that all this has never happened, and you will never let Master have any psychological burden."

As he spoke, his eyes were red, tears were shed, the corners of his lips were trembling, and his fists were clenched.

There was a bit of bitterness in Ye Qiao's warm and watery eyes, and he suddenly smiled wryly, "The fake is the fake, so how can the real love me?"

Dong Zhao was taken aback, only to see Ye Qiao's smiling eyes were as cold as ice, chilling his heart.

"Master... what are you talking about, I don't understand." If the trembling crying had been done two days ago, Ye Qiao might have hugged him to coax him.

With a twist of his wrist, the Akasaka Sword was instantly held in the palm of his hand.

Holding the sword pointed at Dong Zhao.

Dong Zhao staggered back a step, looking at him in disbelief.

"Master is going to kill me?"

Ye Qiao's face was cold and cold, "These days are so perfect that it makes me confused, but... there are too many flaws."

"My Azhao will never forget that I hate eating onions and ginger. My Azhao likes to call me Yuanyuan instead of Aqiao."

Before the last word could be heard, Ye Qiao stabbed his heart with the sword, and the Chixiao sword pierced him easily.

Dong Zhao looked surprised, as if he never thought that he would really stab him.

"I'm your favorite Ah Zhao...how can you bear it..."

With a bang, Dong Zhao in front of him disappeared in an instant, the ground shook, everything around him began to disintegrate, and there was a cracked white light not far away. Ye Qiao ran over, jumped out.

He fell from the virtual illusion.

On the side, Jin Geyao led a group of disciples to guard the virtual illusion for six full days.

Seeing someone fall out of the mirror, he was overjoyed, ran over to catch him, supported him and said, "Immortal Yuan, it's great that you are fine!"

Ye Qiao stabilized his mind, grabbed him and roared, "Where is Dong Zhao!"

Jin Geyao was so frightened that he shivered and said: "When we arrived, we saw that you were sucked into the virtual illusion. Dong Xianjun was involved in the illusion together to save you."

Ye Qiao's heart trembled, his face turned pale instantly, and he was in a state of panic.

"What day is it?!"

He said, "It has been more than six days. When the sun rises tomorrow morning, it will be the seventh day. Once the seven days are over, even the Immortal Da Luo will not be able to come out."

Ye Qiao only felt dizzy before his eyes, and his whole body trembled in panic.

Once a person is involved in the virtual illusion, no one else can save him, he can only rely on himself, as long as he sees through the illusion and kills the most important person in the illusion, he can break the illusion and come out.

He can only pray silently in his heart now, Dong Zhao sees through the illusion quickly, and must come out of the illusion, for sure!

At this moment, he was at a loss, anxious and restless, clenched his fists, his fingertips were deeply embedded in his flesh and didn't know it, staring at the virtual illusion, praying hard in his heart, and sent all the gods of the Five Sacred Mountains, the 28 constellations, and the 36 celestial beings I begged and prayed over and over one by one.

Seeing the sky getting late.

Of all the people present, no one dared to look at his piercing and broken eyes.

Jin Geyao shook his head and sighed, "There are still less than two hours, the sky will be dawn, I'm afraid it's..."

"To shut up!"

Ye Qiao is not a superstitious person, but at this moment, he just can't hear any bad words.

The desperation in his eyes was heartbreaking, and the sweat of tension had already soaked his clothes.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, he was afraid, so scared that the breath he exhaled was cold, Ye Qiao couldn't imagine what he would do if Dong Zhao really couldn't get out forever.

He moved the corners of his dry lips slightly, his voice trembling, "Azhao, you must come out, you must... definitely... I beg you, Master, please..."

"Stop joking with Master, Master can't stand jokes the most, come out quickly..."

"Come out... come out..."

If the cry from the bottom of my heart turned into reality and screamed out, it would be so horrific that the flesh and blood would be shattered, and the heaven and the earth would mourn together.

Seeing that a ray of light is about to flash across the distant sky, Ye Qiao hopes that the dawn will not be so fast at this moment.

But there was still no movement in the virtual illusion.

"How could this be... how could Azhao be so smart that he couldn't see through the illusion..."

His whole body went limp, and he lost all strength, so he leaned on the tree beside him for support.

He didn't know what kind of illusion Dong Zhao would face, and he fantasized over and over again in his mind, what kind of illusion Dong Zhao was in that could hold him back for so long, and he thought a lot... a lot.

The only thing that never occurred to him was whether Dong Zhao would be facing him. If it was him, how could Dong Zhao make himself rational, and how could he draw his sword to stab him.

Jin Geyao said sadly, "Go back, he can't come out."

Ye Qiao only felt that his beating heart seemed to miss a beat in the extreme tension, his strong shoulders instantly softened, and his whole body was sluggish.

A ray of light above the sky tore through the night, impatiently appearing on the stage.