Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

When Ye Qiao landed in the blue sea and sky, it was already dawn.

"Azhao-Is the chicken noodle soup ready? I'm so hungry——"

A strange and pleasant voice fell into his ears like a silver bell.

Ye Qiao was slightly taken aback.

Ah Zhao?Who is this man?Why call him so close?

Yanyan sat under the Joan tree and pretended to complain.

At this time, Dong Zhao came over with a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and he turned his head to look at a white figure in the corner of his vision.

Sure enough, it was the master that I was thinking of, the one who could be identified with only peripheral vision.

He put the chicken noodle soup in his hand on the stone table, and happily ran to Ye Qiao's side like a child.

Hug him all at once.

"Master is finally back."

Yanyan turned his head and looked at that scene. For some reason, he felt so happy and happy in his heart, as if he was the one being hugged.

He got up and walked forward. When he saw Ye Qiao's eyes, he seemed to feel that they were attracted to each other. He couldn't sit still and wanted to walk over.

Yanyan raised his lips and smiled.

"You must be the master that Ah Zhao was talking about. I didn't expect you to be such a beauty."

Ye Qiao was slightly taken aback.

"you are?"

"My name is Yanyan."

Ye Qiao frowned slightly.

"act..."

Dong Zhao pulled him to sit down.

Explain to Ye Qiao what happened in the past few days.

"Master, can Yanyan live with us?"

Ye Qiao smiled, "Of course."

Yanyan Yingying smiled, "You are so kind, no wonder Ah Zhao likes you."

Ye Qiao was stunned for a moment, "Er... is it..."

Dong Zhaodao: "Master has been away for the past few days, what have you been doing?"

"I went to the Netherworld and brought your soul back."

Dong Zhao frowned suddenly, "Youming Death, so Master went there behind my back, Youming Death is extremely dangerous, is Master injured?"

Ye Qiaoqing coughed a few times, blushed and stammered, "Well... I didn't suffer any injuries, and everything went well."

He couldn't say that he was pushed down on the bed by those two strands of souls and had sex for several days.

When the soul is out of the netherworld, it has to be sent back to the body quickly. After a long time, it will be difficult for the soul to fuse with the body.

"Yanyan, you eat noodles first, Azhao and I are going to go to the retreat cave."

Yanyan nodded and watched the two leave.

He touched his cheek, "Why does my shadow always appear when I see him?"

"Azhao really loves his master, and his master is really good—"

Yanyan looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him.

"It's really strange. Obviously, I also like Ah Zhao very much, and I even want Ah Zhao to marry me. Why do I always like to make them a pair when I see them? The picture, oh... am I sick?"

In the retreat cave, Dong Zhao sat cross-legged on an open high ground.

"Concentrate on it and don't have any distracting thoughts."

Dong Zhao nodded.

Ye Qiao stood aside, with both hands flat on his chest, twisting the mantra in his mouth, suddenly one red and one white dots of light glowed from the palm of his hand, and he forcefully sent two strands of soul into Dong Zhao's body.

After exhausting most of his spiritual power, Ye Qiao was dripping with sweat, his legs softened and he fell to his knees on the ground.

Then look up at the people on the high ground.

Dong Zhao's eyes were closed, his teeth were clenched tightly, his brows were wrinkled, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, as if he was in great pain.

Ye Qiao pushed himself up and got up.

"It shouldn't be, why did he react like this, Ah Zhao, Ah Zhao!"

He wanted to wake up Dong Zhao, but after calling twice, Dong Zhao still closed his eyes tightly and trembled slightly.

"How could this be?"

He raised his hand to instill his spiritual power into Dong Zhao's body, and wanted to help him.

But as soon as he raised his hand, his wrist was suddenly clamped by Dong Zhao.

"Azhao? Are you awake?"

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

It was a pair of eyes covered with frost, and those ice blue eyes were staring at Ye Qiao.

According to legend, only the ancient Demon Lord's eyes were covered with a layer of frost, and his eyes were ice blue, so... he has become a demon!

Feeling bad, I tried to pull out my hand, but found that I couldn't move it.

Dong Zhao stood up.

Ye Qiao only felt that everything around him began to freeze, and the cave instantly became icy and snowy.

Dong Zhao's aura was so strong that it made people tremble, even if he had already won the immortal gate, he was still breathless from the cold air.

In his panic, he suddenly thought that the Chixiao sword is fire, so it should be possible to summon the Chixiao sword... Thinking about it, he found that he couldn't summon Chixiao at all!

"Azhao, Azhao, I am Master!"

On Dong Zhao's cold face, he suddenly smiled evilly and pushed towards him step by step.

"Master, how could I not know that you are my master—"

Ye Qiao retreated step by step, until his back touched the cold stone wall, he didn't know that he had no way to retreat.

"Azhao, you hurt me."

Ye Qiao couldn't hide the panic on his face.

Dong Zhao's ice-blue eyes suddenly flashed a different kind of light.

Ye Qiao only felt that the grip on his wrist loosened, and he pulled it away.

Dong Zhao suddenly felt a splitting headache, and the severe pain made him unable to bear it, so he knelt down on the ground with his knees bent.

He held his head in his hands, his eyes were clear for a while, and then quickly climbed to a layer of ice, and he groaned in pain on the ground.

"Azhao, what's wrong with you, Azhao?!"

Dong Zhao's face was contorted, and he gritted his teeth ferociously and said, "Master, you——you go! Go!"

"I can't help myself - go!"

He kept banging his head against the hard stone wall.

Seeing him like this, how could Ye Qiao leave him alone.

"You can't do that kind of thing to Master, you can't, you can't...absolutely not!"

Just as Ye Qiao walked over, he was thrown to the ground suddenly.

The sudden impact nearly made him faint.

Dong Zhao was in a state of confusion, and could vaguely hear a restless voice in his body laughing at himself.

"I'm so cowardly... I obviously want him very much, so go ahead, what are you waiting for—"

"I really can't stand it—"

"It's all like this, can you still bear it?"

"Tear off his clothes and do it with real knives and guns...I keep thinking, how boring—"

"Look at him, he's really cowardly—"

"I've thought so much, but I still don't dare, he's more coward than me—"

"Why don't you let me help you!"

Dong Zhao's eyes were quickly covered with ice, and he pinched Ye Qiao's neck and smiled wickedly.

"Master... this disciple loves you—"

Ye Qiao froze, "Azhao, Azhao, I am a master, wake up!"

The sound is completely drowned out...

The hand holding his cheek was cold, gently wiping away his tears.

"Master, don't cry... this disciple feels distressed——"