Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Xiao Xun'er was very happy pointing to the talisman paper on the table to show off.

"Master, come and have a look, these are all drawn by Xun'er himself."

Xiao Xun'er raised her head and pursed her lips, waiting for praise.

Dong Zhao walked to the desk, picked up a charm at random, and looked at it.

"Hmm... it's the Phantom Curse, it's a pretty good drawing!"

Xiao Xun'er smiled proudly.

He picked up another one, suddenly frowned, and carefully looked at the spell on the talisman paper.

"This...this is..."

"Mantra—" Xiao Xun'er said cheerfully.

"Master, don't you know the mantra?"

Dong Zhao was stunned, staring blankly at the talisman paper, wishing to engrave every stroke in his mind.

He really didn't study the mantra seriously. Ye Qiao once taught him, but he didn't think it was useful at all, so he didn't learn it much.

He hastily put down the little Xun'er in his arms, and carefully looked at the talisman.

His eyes fell on the last stroke, and he quickly asked: "Xun'er, did you draw this spell correctly?"

"Is there a mistake in the painting here? Shouldn't the last stroke be up and down?"

Xiao Xun'er looked at it, and said with a serious face: "It's not wrong, my adoptive father taught me to draw several times, and I don't know how many times I have drawn the mantra. My foster father said that I drew it correctly. of!"

Dong Zhao was stunned, his head was buzzing.

"Father...Father? Who is the father?"

Xiao Xun'er grinned and said, "Master, you are so stupid... Your adoptive father is the master you talk about every day——"

With a bang, Dong Zhao felt as if his head had exploded instantly.

"Ye... Ye Qiao is your adoptive father?!"

Xiao Xun'er nodded vigorously, not seeming to be lying at all.

He grabbed Xiao Xun'er and said urgently: "Then why do you call him Shizun?"

Xiao Xun'er smiled innocently, "Because Master's voice sounds better than foster father—"

At that moment, it was as if a heavy hammer hit the top of his head so hard that he didn't have time to be dazed.

"It turns out... so it turns out that I am still the only disciple of Master, it turns out that I have always been Master's only disciple, always have been, always have been..."

Little Xun'er took the mantra in his hand, like a little adult, patiently pointed to the last stroke and said to him, "Ye-father said that the last stroke is the most important, if the last stroke is raised, it will be the most important stroke." "False spell"! "

It seems that the heavy hammers of one plan did not give him a chance to breathe at all.

"Fake...false curse!"

His eyes were red, panicked and collapsed, "That is to say... Master really loves me... He really loves me!"

Thinking back to the emptiness of the words in the daytime, every sentence that was crying blood, his heart was twisted into a twist, anxiety, anxiety, guilt, panic, shock... mixed feelings, and a feeling of uneasiness in his mouth. The bitterness of words.

Little Xun'er seemed terrified by his appearance, grabbed his sleeve and shook it.

"Master... what's wrong with you?"

"Do you miss foster father too? Xun'er misses foster father too—"

As she spoke, Xiao Xun'er's eyes turned red, and she burst into tears.

Dong Zhao raised his hand tremblingly, wiped away his tears very clumsily, bent down to carry him to the bed, and after two times of fishing, he used all his strength to pull Xiao Xun'er into his arms.

"Xun'er, be good... sleep by yourself, Master has something to do—"

He covered Xiao Xun'er with the quilt, got up and was about to leave, Xiao Xun'er opened those wet eyes, blinked in tears, and watched him walk out of the room without saying a word.

"Master loves me, Master loves me..."

Dong Zhao lingered outside the bedroom for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to open the door and enter.

The person kneeling in the center of the hall nodded slightly and squinted his eyes, and opened his eyes in surprise after hearing the movement.

The pair of mysterious cloud boots caught his eyes again.

Usually it is so smooth to call Master, but now looking at him, his throat is tight but he can't shout out.

Ye Qiao's eyes were full of disgust and coldness towards him.

"roll!"

A cold reprimand frightened Dong Zhao to shiver.

"Master..."

Seeing the hatred in his eyes, Dong Zhao frowned and said, "Does Master hate me that much?"

Ye Qiao stared at him coldly, "You murderous devil, I not only hate you, but also hate you to the core!"

From the moment he learned that Xiao Xun'er was killed by him, the only hope in his heart was instantly shattered, and he could no longer feel any warmth towards him.

Dong Zhao gritted his teeth tightly, tears gleaming in his eyes.

"Master once told me that landslides, landslides, yin and yang are reversed, life and death follow each other, and these... don't count?"

Ye Qiao lowered her eyes and sneered coldly, "Have you ever fulfilled what you promised me!"

Frustrated, he murmured "Lost in the mist, lost in the mist of the moon, it is fate that you and I meet."

Dong Zhao was stunned, his face full of panic, "Fate? Is the fate master trying to deny all our past?"

"Fate... Master means to drive me away?"

Ye Qiao lowered her head, her brows were cold, her face darkened, "You and I are destined to be masters and apprentices."

God knows, when Ye Qiao said these words, his heart was still hurting like a knife was twisted into a stone, and how hard it was to pretend to be calm.

Dong Zhao's head exploded with a bang, and his eyes were dizzy. This was the word he was most afraid of hearing. The anxiety and panic these few days were all because he was afraid that Ye Qiao would say these words.

I didn't expect this moment to come.

"When... all!" Dong Zhao trembling, gritted his teeth and forced out these two words from between his teeth.

His legs gave way, he took a staggered step, and almost fell to the ground. The hand holding the cabinet was showing bruises, and he looked a little pale and weak.

All the words were stuck in his throat, and he felt an unspeakable burning.

After a long time he said: "Master, do you hate me for killing Dianfeiluan Hanshan and the others?"

"But I don't think I did anything wrong. There is nothing wrong with my revenge."

"Presumably, Master thinks that having a murderous and bloodthirsty monster like me as your apprentice is a disgrace to you."

Ye Qiao lowered his head and didn't look at him again, his heart was already in despair.

Seeing his silent appearance, Dong Zhao chuckled.

"It's good not to be Master's apprentice. When I kill people, I don't have to worry about Master's face."

"Master also heard that there are many immortal sects gathered at the foot of the mountain, and they will attack the blue sea and sky in two days. At that time, I don't have to hinder the face of the master, kill enough, and I am not afraid of covering the face of the master. ashamed-"

Ye Qiao clenched his fists tightly, and looked at him coldly and fiercely, "Stubborn!"

Dong Zhao laughed out loud, and felt very chic after laughing, but his heart was empty and uncomfortable.

It's the kind of moment after you laugh out loud, a voice in your heart will tell you, what's the point of all this!

He glanced at Ye Qiao who was indifferent and closed his eyes, then turned and walked out of the bedroom.

In the middle of the night, he sat under the Joan tree, looked up at the broken stars in the sky, and smiled bitterly.

"What qualifications do I have to be his apprentice..."

At this time, he slowly stretched out his hand, a puff of black smoke wrapped around his palm, and three dragon nails emerged.

Zhengzheng stared at the Kunlong Nail for a while, then smiled, his eyes flashed with determination, he squeezed it fiercely, and the Kunlong Nail made three whistling sounds, and instantly pierced his chest into his heart.

A mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth, his pupils shrank suddenly and his pale face was covered with fine sweat, covering his burning chest, the veins on his forehead burst one by one and almost burst.

With red eyes, he said, "So...it hurts so much! I'm sorry...Master."