Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Chapter 1 Master, Please Hold Up

"I have to go deeper, Master...you hold on."

As he slowly penetrated deep into his throat, Ye Qiao's face turned pale in an instant, and beads of sweat filled his forehead.

A rusty and bloody iron nail was deeply embedded in the root of his throat and tongue.

Dong Zhao's cold face showed a little nervousness, "I'm going to pull it out...Master, bear with it."

Ye Qiao barely controlled the expression on his face, and could clearly feel the tearing of flesh and blood.

Dong Zhao took a deep breath, concentrated all his strength on his right arm, and pulled it out with all his might.

It is unknown how much effort he used, but his hand holding the "Tongue Smashing Nail" trembled three times.

Taking a long breath, he threw the tongue smashing nail aside.

A mouthful of blood poured out of Ye Qiao's mouth, to prevent the blood in his throat from choking him.

Dong Zhao flicked his sleeves, and the satin red silk tied tightly around the master's wrist was completely loosened, and tied around his waist again.

Ye Qiao propped himself up, and another big mouthful of blood choked out, and so on, he didn't even groan in pain.

Seeing his appearance, Dong Zhao, who was always not good at speaking, supported him with slightly hot eyes.

"Master..." The trembling voice could not conceal his panic.

The soft black hair stuck to the sweaty jade neck, and the heaving chest showed how difficult it was at the moment. Even so, Ye Qiao actually tried to squeeze out a smile to comfort the embarrassed little apprentice.

That elegant and handsome face, like a crown of jade, with warm brows and eyes, was too pale and weak at the moment.

Dong Zhao had never seen his master in such a state of embarrassment, and Dong Zhao's eyes swelled inexplicably.

In the world of cultivating immortals, if this supreme and indifferent master is called the second, no one dares to be the first, and who can hurt him!

At that moment, Dong Zhao thought of all the people who could be ranked in the world of cultivating immortals.

He tried his best to control himself, but he could still hear a trembling voice, and his teeth were colliding, "Who hurt Master?"

Ye Qiao opened his mouth, but because of the spasm of his tongue after receiving the "smashing tongue nail", he couldn't speak for a while, and he will be able to speak for two days.

Dong Zhao really couldn't think of anyone in the world of cultivating immortals who could hurt his master.

My master is famous for his good temper in the world of cultivating immortals, and his heart is even more kind and pure. He smiles before speaking to others. His greatest ambition is to achieve great peace and create a beautiful and friendly world of immortals .

The extremely vicious method of "smashing tongue nails" has long since disappeared in the world.

Ye Qiao raised his hand with difficulty to signal him to back down.

He froze for a moment, then knelt down on the ground with a plop, unwilling to back down.

Ye Qiao frowned and looked at him. Needless to say, this apprentice was very stubborn, so he had no choice but to let him go. He propped himself up and lay down, his eyelids couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes were closed, and then opened again. Tiredness can be seen at a glance, but he stares at Dong Zhao.

He was really worried, how could he fall asleep.

The pain of "smashing tongue nails" was originally because he asked his concubine to peek into the secrets, and in exchange for the pain of capital punishment, he saw the future fate of his beloved disciple Dong Zhao.

When he thought that Dong Zhao would become a bloodthirsty monster who slaughtered all living beings in the future, and ended up in a tragic end, he felt like a big stone was pressed against his chest.

He couldn't figure it out, how could this handsome young man in front of him turn into a big murderer without blinking an eye, was it because he had misled his guidance, or didn't care enough?

Dong Zhao saw his master staring at him, his red, bloodshot, blurred and tired eyes could hardly hold on, but he still refused to sleep.

"Master, don't worry, there are disciples here."

After all, Ye Qiao couldn't hold it anymore and fell into a deep sleep.

Dong Zhao looked at him, even when he fell asleep, his brows were furrowed, his long and narrow eyes were tightly closed, and his thin lips were tightly pursed. He didn't know if it was because of his serious concerns or the unbearable pain.

He closed his eyes for seven days.

When he opened his eyes again, what came into view was Dong Zhao's resolute face, a rare and handsome face in the world of cultivating immortals, giving people a cold and calm feeling.

Dong Zhao took good care of him. When he spoke again, he could no longer feel the pain on his tongue.

The corners of Ye Qiao's mouth were smiling, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and he still had the stunning beauty that made people's hearts flutter. Those eyes, which contained vast stars, were as soft as spring water, as if they would take the soul away.

"hungry……"

As soon as he heard these two words, Dong Zhao suddenly became energetic.

"Master, wait a moment, this disciple will cook right away."

On the top of the blue sea sky, the towering viburnum tree is in bloom, with [-] flowers. Ye Qiao is sitting on a stone bench under the tree in a plain robe. Occasionally, there is a gust of breeze, and the viburnum flowers are swirling and falling like rain. Therefore, the ground on that side is covered with white and pink viburnum flowers, the afterglow of the purple clouds is shining toward the sky, the blue birds are singing, the cranes are circling, and there are several pairs of green-feathered mandarin ducks playing in the blue sea. Tranquil and beautiful, like a painting.

Dong Zhao came over with four bowls of fragrant chicken noodle soup.

He bent down and blew away the Qionghua on the stone table, put a bowl of noodle soup without chicken shreds in front of him, and handed the remaining three bowls of noodle soup covered with shredded chicken to Ye Qiao one by one.

Ye Qiao pursed her lips and smiled, "Tuer's cooking skills have become more and more exquisite."

After the extremely sincere evaluation, he picked up the bamboo chopsticks and began to suck the noodles.

Under Dong Zhao's indifferent face, the bottom of his heart was already churning, and he buried his head in sucking face with his master.

After three bowls, Ye Qiao smiled and said, "Is there any more?"

Dong Zhao nodded tacitly, turned around and rushed to the kitchen, and brought four bowls of noodles to him.

sucking noodles...

It wasn't until two stacks of "towering into the clouds" soup bowls were placed on the table, and Ye Qiao finished the last noodle soup, that he put down the bamboo chopsticks at the right time.

These two stacks of soup bowls, at least fifty or sixty bowls, Dong Zhao frowned slightly, "Doesn't Master have any appetite?"

According to usual, his appetite is one hundred and eighty bowls!

Ye Qiao smiled and said, "Bi Hai Kung Qiong still has to make ends meet, so it's fine for me to eat less."

When Dong Zhao heard this, his heart ached, how could he let such a good master go hungry!

It's useless for me!He silently made up his mind that he must take on more errands to slay demons and eliminate demons, earn more silver, and make sure that Master is full every meal!

This time, Ye Qiao didn't need to speak. After Dong Zhao cleaned up the dishes, he began to practice martial arts in the yard.

Ye Qiao propped his forehead with one hand and said with a smile: "My good disciple is sensible——"

He didn't know that Dong Zhao's sudden change of hard work was to avenge his tongue-smacking pain. During the seven days when he fell into a coma, Dong Zhao spent a lot of time on the couch. The person who could hurt Master must be better than Master. Even a powerful person, he used to think that the master in the world of cultivating immortals was No. 1, but until the day when the master returned from injury, he panicked completely. He knew that only he was strong enough to protect the people he wanted to protect.

Ye Qiao stared at his every move, and unconsciously frowned. Every day in the future, he was racking his brains on how to prevent Tuer from becoming black.