Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Ye Qiao wanted to resist, but a cold chain quietly climbed onto his wrist.

He frowned, and he was terrified that "it's a soul chain"!

Every time he moved, the iron chain would make a "cracking" sound.

Because of the fierce struggle, several bloodstains were drawn on the thin white wrist.

"Azhao, let me go!"

Dong Zhao bowed his head and kissed him tenderly on the center of his brow.

"Don't struggle, you will hurt yourself, and my disciple will feel bad—"

Ye Qiao frowned, feeling too panicked.

He has always been well-behaved, and he has never seen such crazy movements.

"Then let me go!"

Ye Qiao heard his trembling voice, his teeth were colliding, he was really nervous.

Dong Zhao's face was stern and evil.

"But... the master is not good, so he can only lock it up, so that the master will not run, struggle, or resist—"

Dong Zhaoqing rubbed Ye Qiao's chin with his cold hand, planning some kind of "torturing method" maliciously

"Azhao, I am your master, if you dare..."

Before he finished speaking, his cool thin lips were tightly sealed.

All the words turned into low whimpers.

In the retreat cave, there was a heavy panting sound, and it made people blush when they heard it...

From time to time, a drop of water dripped from the edge of the hole, pattering on the wet stone wall.

There was no sun in the cave, and Ye Qiao didn't know how many days had passed.

The iron chain on the wrist rattled.

Dong Zhao was finally willing to settle down.

He hugged Ye Qiao from behind, resting his cheek on his shoulder and neck, his quietness was incomparable to that of the lunatic before.

Ye Qiao once thought that Ah Zhao must have woken up.

But just when he thought so, a fine pain came from his neck.

This son of a bitch!Come again!

His red clothes fell halfway around the crook of his arms, making his fair skin even whiter.

After Dong Zhao became a demon, he was very powerful. With a wave of his hand, he could change clothes casually, and with a snap of his fingers, the clothes on him could disappear. Therefore, Ye Qiao complained endlessly, changing new clothes every day...

(This is the process--)

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Qiao's head was dizzy and his body was extremely sore.

Fortunately, when I woke up this time, the clothes were still there.

Dressed in a red dress with black patterned cloud sleeves, he sat on the floor with his head slightly lowered, his brows slightly frowned, his elegant face was perfect, and he was sitting there in a red dress, so beautiful.

Dong Zhao walked slowly, with playfulness in the corners of his eyes, and gently raised his chin.

It was a face that made people breathless, as if they were startled.

"Master is so beautiful——"

"It's breathtakingly beautiful."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the blue and blood-stained wrist, and his slender five fingers touched it lightly. Ye Qiao only felt a cold feeling on the wrist.

After a while, the bruises on his wrist disappeared without a trace.

Ye Qiao ignored it, and just lowered his head and said calmly: "Azhao, are you enough?"

"How can something like this be enough—"

Dong Zhao snorted and smiled.

Ye Qiao's face suddenly turned cold.

"Master, is this angry? Why is Master angry? This disciple just likes Master too much and did what he wanted to do. Master, don't be angry with disciple, okay—"

"Master is angry, this disciple will be very distressed—"

Dong Zhao's voice is soft and he is used to being coquettish, and he always manages his soft heart just right.

Ye Qiao felt regretful in his heart. If he had known that Dong Zhao would become like this, he would really have to consider whether to bring those two strands of soul back.

Blame myself for not thinking clearly, those two strands of souls have been in the Netherworld for two years, I don’t know how many evil spirits they have eaten in the past two years, I am afraid they have already become evil cultivators, Dong Zhao’s body will be weaker in comparison, if he is not careful will be taken over.

Why didn't I think of such an important thing!

The only way now is to break free from the soul chain and use his own cultivation to forcefully help Dong Zhao suppress the two strands of soul until they merge into one.

He has to ask Kong Kong for help, Kong Kong will definitely find a way.

Ye Qiao said: "Azhao, you can untie me."

Dong Zhaoxie smiled evilly, "Solution? The front or the back of the solution?"

Ye Qiao gritted her teeth hard, took a deep breath, and strongly suppressed the anger in her chest.

He whispered, "Unlock the chains on your hands!"

"What are you thinking about all over your head! Are you thinking about those things!"

Dong Zhao raised his eyebrows frivolously.

"Untie it, will the master run away? If the master runs away, where can I find such a good master?"

Ye Qiao could only follow his words and coax him.

"Don't run..."

"Really don't run..."

"Is Master's words believable?" Dong Zhao leaned over and almost pressed against his cheek, breathing heavily on his face, making him itchy.

"When did my teacher lie to you?"

"Okay...then trust Master for once, Master had better keep his promise, otherwise come another three days and three nights—"

Ye Qiao's fair face suddenly turned bright red.

With a wave of his hand, the chains fell apart.

Ye Qiao touched his wrist, and suddenly two thin lips kissed him lightly, not as crazy as in the past, just a light tap.

The soft feeling made Ye Qiao tremble slightly.

After calming down, he took a deep breath and said, "Azhao, take your hand here."

Dong Zhao didn't understand what he meant, but he still stretched out his hand obediently.

"The other hand..."

Dong Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Master, you won't play any tricks, will you?"

Ye Qiao didn't answer him.

Dong Zhao hesitated for a moment or handed over the other hand.

Ye Qiao held his hands and sat quietly.

Dong Zhao smiled, "What new trick?"

Ye Qiao's face turned red again, even her earlobes were cutely red.

Without saying a word, he instilled strong spiritual power into Dong Zhao's body.

Dong Zhao looked at him with a slight smile, the soft and pure spiritual power was swimming in his body, the feeling was very refreshing and wonderful, his body seemed to be empty, as light as a feather.

After a while, Ye Qiao withdrew her hands, beads of sweat dripping down her fine white forehead.

His hands trembled slightly.

He called softly, "Ah Zhao, how do you feel?"

"Azhao?"

After a long time, Dong Zhao gently opened his eyes.

The eyes returned to their former pitch-black pupils.

"Master..."

"Master...why is he wearing a red dress, but it really looks good."

Ye Qiao was slightly taken aback.

"Huh? He doesn't remember anything? It doesn't matter if he doesn't remember, or if he doesn't remember...it's good to be like before..."

Dong Zhao's eyes dodged and fell, as if his red clothes were too bright, and he didn't dare to look directly.

He went to hold Ye Qiao's hand, and his eyes touched his sunken collarbone. The blue and red dots on the collarbone attracted people's imagination. He blushed suddenly and forced himself to look away.

"Master has been tired these few days."

Ye Qiao was slightly taken aback, "It's...okay..."

"Really? Then do you want to..."

Before Dong Zhao finished speaking, Ye Qiao immediately said "No"...

"I...I want to ask Master, if you want to eat, I will do it."

"okay."