Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

"Master's body can bear it? I'll take you to find that coward—"

Ye Qiao took a deep breath.

"This is Ah Zhao's soul, it is a part of Ah Zhao's body, it hit him, hurts Ah Zhao, you have to hold back, you have to hold back..."

"Help me up..."

Soul Dong Zhao smiled and helped him up.

Pulling his hand familiarly, Ye Qiao wanted to shake it off, but he held it even tighter.

Reluctantly, he was dragged to the depths of the nether world.

But Ye Qiao is fortunate that he is here, otherwise he might have been entangled in this ghostly place and unable to move forward, or he might have been eaten by thousands of ghosts.

With him here, this netherworld can be unimpeded.

After walking for a while, a group of ghosts seemed to be eating a person in the corner.

Soul Dong Zhao sneered, and raised his voice: "Hey! That coward in the corner, are you dead or not? If you are not dead, come out and show you someone—"

There was no movement in the corner, and countless ghosts gnawed wildly.

Soul Dong Zhao hummed and laughed twice.

"Then we're leaving—"

As soon as the words fell, the group of ghosts in the corner suddenly screamed.

The screams fell into Ye Qiao's ears one after another, and Ye Qiao frowned.

The group of ghosts seemed to be frightened and wanted to run away desperately, but they were all grabbed and bitten by the blood-stained boy in white in the corner.

The boy who looked so well-behaved and sensible, with blood on his lips, smiled and ate the ghost.

A group of fierce ghosts completely devoured that ignorant young boy.

Being able to survive from the Netherworld for so long, he is no longer the harmless Heavenly Soul on the surface.

When Tianhun Dong Zhao looked at Ye Qiao, his eyes lit up, his innocent and pitiful gaze, as if he was not the brutal ghost eater just now.

He tilted his head slightly, with blood on the corner of his mouth, and smiled innocently.

"Master?! Is that gentle and lovely Master?"

Hearing Tianhun Dong Zhao's cowardly words reached his ears, Ye Qiao felt that Tianhun was much better than Xinpo!

If he could see it with his eyes, he probably wouldn't think so.

Dong Zhao, the Heavenly Soul, was dressed in ragged white clothes, which had been scratched to pieces by the claws of the evil ghost, and there was not a single good part of his exposed skin.

God knows what kind of terrible experience he suffered before.

He tugged Dong Zhao's sleeve carefully, and stood beside Ye Qiao, about the same height as him.

"Are you really a master?"

Asked cautiously, like a poor guy, but it should be a fake poor guy, how could a real poor guy eat a ghost so cruelly!

"Yes, Master is here to take you home."

Tianhun Dong Zhao stretched out his hand, but quickly retracted it.

Looking at him helplessly, he stretched out his hand humbly.

When the cold fingers touched her, Ye Qiao froze slightly.

Dong Zhao, who was standing beside him, showed a malicious smile.

Tianhun Dong Zhao seemed to let go of his courage, and happily raised his hand when his cold fingers touched the warm and soft cheek, he couldn't help but tremble.

"Master's face is so soft—"

Dong Zhao in red smiled charmingly.

Bai Yi Dong Zhao happily pinched Ye Qiao's waist with both hands like a child.

Ye Qiao froze and frowned, feeling that this action was too much for him to accept.

Just as he was about to reprimand, Dong Zhao in white suddenly smiled and said, "How can Master be so gentle and share it with others—"

Before he finished speaking, his cold lips covered his soft lips.

Ye Qiao froze again, she didn't have time to delve into what he said, and wanted to push him away, only to find that she couldn't move again!

It was only when he was shocked that Dong Zhao, the soul in red, wrapped his arms around his waist and stuck tightly to his back.

In the empty land of the nether world of death, three figures entangled.

(Make up your own brain, pure content——)

I was entangled by these two strands of soul for three days and three nights.

Ye Qiao's face was flushed, with tears still on his face, and he fell into a deep sleep powerlessly, occasionally making intermittent and unconscious moaning sounds.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he got up from the ground suffering from extremely sore and swollen body.

Weakly scolded, "Sinister!"

Just as he took two steps while supporting his waist, suddenly two voices of resentment came from behind him.

"Master, where are you going? Are you trying to leave us behind..."

Before he could react, he posted them one after the other.

"You... are presumptuous!"

Before the reprimand was finished, Liang Sisi's lips could not wait to cover it.

……

(Three hundred words are omitted here——)

In the human world outside the Netherworld, the Lantern Festival was extremely lively and lasted for three days and three nights before the curtain came to an end.

Dong Zhao held the wine jug in his hand, his face flushed when he drank, and he was slightly drunk.

Wandering in the woods with blurred eyes.

"Master, why haven't you come back after four days? This apprentice really misses you."

He raised his head and poured some wine into his mouth. He used the wine to relieve his sorrow, but he didn't know that the sorrow was even worse.

It was a little dark, and I could still see the way home by the evening sun.

He was staggering to the point of falling.

Suddenly, when he looked into the distance, he saw a white figure.

That figure, that back resembled his master very much.

"Is it... Master?"

"With such a figure, who else in this world besides Master?!"

Excitedly, he dropped the flagon in his hand, and ran towards the distant figure.

Hug him from behind.

She rested her head on the back of his neck and rubbed it.

"Master...this disciple misses Master so much...Master is finally back..."

The person being hugged was slightly startled.

Then he curled his lips into a smile.

"I haven't confiscated any apprentices...Xiao Langjun drank, Tianhun, you have admitted the wrong person—"

The voice is very sweet, and the sweet taste exudes a greasy taste.

Dong Zhao trembled all over, and let go of his hand abruptly.

The boy in white turned around, startling Dong Zhao.

That face is on par with Master's beauty, even a bit similar, especially those eyes, which are extremely beautiful, as if they contain vast stars, with waves as soft as spring water, one can't extricate themselves just by looking at them, they seem to be overwhelmed The soul takes the soul.

Those eyes seem familiar, as if they have seen it somewhere, inexplicably familiar, inexplicably kind and inexplicably sad.

Seeing him staring at him in a daze, the boy in white smiled, "Why are you always looking at me?"

Dong Zhao stared at him blankly, and moved his mouth to speak after a while.

"You...your eyes are so beautiful, I seem to have seen them somewhere."

The boy in white raised his mouth and smiled, his eyebrows were curved, and the sun was funny, "I don't know how many times I've heard you say that, your provocative skills are too bad... I seem to have seen this sentence somewhere before." Getting old--"

The white-clothed boy finished speaking playfully, then turned around and was about to leave.

Dong Zhao hurriedly called him to stop.

"You, what's your name?"

"Perform—"