Master milk me

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The author here: for some entangled bars and saints.Let me declare that there are no completely good people or completely bad people in this article, including the harmless dragon you pitiful to humans and animals. No one is innocent.

Everything on the surface is an illusion, please don’t think you understand all my plots and characters after reading two or three chapters. Thank you.

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The dragon's horn was broken, and a mottled star shattered up.

The young dragon's body trembled, and he opened his eyes in a daze, as if he hadn't realized that his horn was broken.When it reacted again, the whole long snake-like body rolled and knotted on the ground like a loach in pain.

Dragon broken horn.

The pain was as severe as cutting a body apart by five horses.

"Madman." Zhang Yanqing looked at Tai Shuyu.

Tai Shuyu didn't panic at all, he turned a blind eye to the young dragon's mania, maybe he knew that the young dragon would not do anything to him, so he got carried away with complacency.

He glanced at the young dragon, with a ferocious expression on his face, his eyes gleaming with greed, staring at the half of the young dragon tightly clenched in his hand.

The small horn lost its nourishment, and changed from a dark and withered color to an exquisite stone jade color, and the surface was still shimmering with lustrous broken light, like a piece of precious jade, extremely beautiful and illusory.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look, his face was filled with excitement, and he shouted to Zhang Yanqing: "Master Daoist! I've got this bastard under control! Kill him quickly!"

The voice stopped, and there was a deafening dragon chant.

Zhang Yanqing was startled, it was already too late when she wanted to make a move, a splash of blood splashed where her eyes were concentrated, and then a severed arm fell down lifelessly.

Tai Shuyu's eyes were wide open, he glanced at his broken arm in disbelief, and then at the bloody wound on his shoulder.

Just now he didn't have time to react at all, and he couldn't even feel the pain. After reacting, his eyes widened and he passed out from the pain.

The young dragon's fangs hadn't been retracted yet, they were exposed, bent like a sickle, the tip of the fangs at the top gleamed with a little cold light, and thick blood was still dripping down.

It seemed that it didn't want to let Tai Shuyu go, so it poked its dragon's head and approached him. The scales all over its body stood up in anger, stacked on top of each other, like sharp blades.

Zhang Yanqing regained her composure, lowered her eyebrows, made a tactic with one hand, released Chengguang from the scabbard, and shouted: "Don't hurt me!"

There was only a crisp sword cry.

Chengguang is like an arrow leaving the string, turning into a cold long light, the speed is extremely fast, as fast as a gust of wind passing by, stabbing straight at the young dragon.

The young dragon reacted quickly, and immediately rolled over, jumped up, smashed through the dome, and rushed out of the sky.

Zhang Yanqing put down the hand that made the formula, looked at the broken hole above, thoughtfully, and murmured: "I escaped."

It rained heavily in Jinling City.

The sky was also thunderous and frighteningly gloomy.

Zhang Yanqing walked in the rain with an oiled paper umbrella.

The wind blew quietly, blowing his girdle, white sleeves, and the sword tassel hanging on the hilt.

The edge of the umbrella was lifted slightly, revealing half of a sharp-edged face under the umbrella. When it was serious and unsmiling, it was as cold as an iceberg, and no one dared to approach it easily.

A little paper man was flying in front of him.

He followed behind the paper figurine without haste.

The little paper man smelled the dragon's blood, and like a little white butterfly, it flew into a dark alley around the corner.

Before Zhang Yanqing stepped into the alley, bursts of heartbreaking cries came from a distance from inside.

The young dragon hiding inside cried very sadly, intermittently, sobbing, like a child, still hiccupping.

Zhang Yanqing slowed down a bit, and stepped into the alley.

The alley was dirty and smelly, and there were piles of stolen goods placed by people around. There were rats everywhere in the pile of stolen goods. When disturbed, they crawled out in groups and fled away.

The young dragon huddled in a small corner, turned into a human figure and sat cross-legged on the ground, looking in the mirror at a pool of stagnant water.

It held its severed horn with tears in its eyes. It moved stupidly and tried to put the horn back together, but it fell off again as soon as it was pressed.

The crying red nose looks pitiful and wronged, as if the whole world has bullied it, and the whole world is a bad person.

For a moment, Zhang Yanqing felt a little helpless.

He walked in with an umbrella.

When the young dragon heard the footsteps, he was startled, and looked up with vigilant eyes.

Zhang Yanqing took a step forward, and it moved its four hooves to a section of its hind legs.

The future is a dead end, the young dragon is forced by him to retreat, and the vigilant expression is gradually replaced by panic.

It looked around with its big innocent eyes blinking, and bumped around, as if it was looking for an exit, seeing that there was no way to retreat, it could only show two sharp fangs, and made a fierce look to scare him away.

But the person in front of him was not afraid of him at all.

There is even a bit of sharpness between the brows.

Just like that, Zhang Yanqing walked up to it with her hands behind her back, lowered her eyes lightly, met its panicked gaze, and looked at it quietly without saying a word.

"Ha——" the young dragon opened its mouth wide, with a ferocious expression, and its two dragon teeth were half a foot long, as if it could tear him to pieces in the next moment.

The umbrella is tilting downward, and the raindrops are dripping on top of its head.Zhang Yanqing bent down, and slowly stretched out her hand towards him.

That hand was slender and fair, with distinct joints, and the palm had a sword cocoon left by holding swords all the year round. The lines were soft but with a hint of unfeelingness.

"Ha——" At this moment, the young dragon looked like a cat with its hair blown, but in the next second, its menacing breath stopped suddenly.

Zhang Yanqing suddenly pinched its chin, and under its resistance, pressed its lower teeth with its thumbs, pried open its jaws, and stared into its eyes coldly.

The young dragon was frightened, the veins on his temples popped up, and he was about to bite it down, when he heard a cold voice: "If you bite me, I will kill you."

When he said these words, although his tone was calm, there was a hint of shocking threat in his words.Maybe it's because he is often like this, so when he said this, he didn't mean half of it.

He killed it as easily as trampling an ant to death.

The young dragon was startled and stopped biting.

Zhang Yanqing's light-colored eyes were dull, as cold and sharp as a millennium ice abyss.That kind of gaze can penetrate one's heart, as if no thought can escape the pressure brought by those eyes.

The two sides were deadlocked.

The young dragon began to tremble, not because of anything else, but because it was frightened by these eyes.

Its small body shook violently.

But Zhang Yanqing couldn't be shocked at all, as if she was waiting for it to make a decision.

After a while, the sharp dragon teeth were put away.

The young dragon wagged its tail in favor, and licked his finger with the tip of its bright red tongue. Its behavior was no different from that of a dog courting its master.

Zhang Yanqing's calm face finally reacted.

His pair of sword eyebrows were deeply frowned, and his eyes were a little darker, staring at the young dragon fawning on him in a somewhat complicated manner.

After a while, he withdrew his hand, the thinned fingertips were still wet, like the mildew rain in March penetrated into the bottom of his heart, spread, and mold everywhere.

The universe bag was opened by him.

The young dragon suddenly realized something was wrong, and moved its four hooves to escape, but the moment it turned around, it was sucked in by the powerful spiritual power of the universe bag.

The rain in the sky stopped.

After Zhang Yanqing hung up the Qiankun bag, she turned and went back to Shushan.

Mount Shu is located among the mountains, hidden in the clouds and mist, surrounded by the Yulong River, with a grand scale, hundreds of palaces, large and small, and thousands of disciples.

The light boat is still floating on the river bank, and you can see the thirty spiritual peaks of Shushan Mountain from a distance, like thirty sharp swords suspended in the air, flowing with a steady stream of spiritual energy.

Those auras formed a smoky waterfall that descended for thousands of miles, nourishing all creatures below.

Tianmenguan:

Dozens of Shushan disciples guarded the gate with their swords. After closing the gate, there was a ladder leading to Shushan.

The disciples were wearing exquisite and close-fitting disciple uniforms, lying lazily in one place to bask in the sun.

Although the dozen or so people seemed to be scattered and lying in different places, in fact, their positions corresponded to the five elements and eight trigrams plate, which was a formation that could not be seen by the naked eye.

"Is that... Grand Master Uncle?"

One person straightened his neck and looked at the bank of Yulong River. There was a light boat floating on the misty river bank, and a tall figure seemed to step down from the light boat.

Another person exclaimed: "Yes! It's Grand Master Uncle!"

"Damn! I'm coming! It's true! Hurry up... stand up! Grand Master Uncle is back!"

"I'm going... Why did this old antique come back so early? Didn't it mean the end of March?"

"You shut up."

"..."

The disciples who were still sluggish in a pool stood up one after another, standing tall like statues at the closed door, not daring to move.

Zhang Yanqing walked with her hands behind her back.

The closer he got, the more nervous the disciples were, some even sweated on their foreheads, but none of them dared to peek at him, which shows how scary this old antique is usually.

Zhang Yanqing is here.

The disciples embraced their swords one after another, bowed their waists, and saluted in unison: "Disciple of Helai Peak, welcome Grand Master Uncle to return."

Zhang Yanqing didn't answer, and walked slowly through the aisle that they gave way to. Seeing him leave, everyone heaved a sigh of relief in their hearts.

However, before he could relax, the white shadow came back backwards, stood with hands behind his back, and stopped in front of a person.

The man shivered, sweating profusely all over his body, and greeted him very unsteadily: "Ma'am...Hello Grand Master..."

Zhang Yanqing turned sideways slightly, lowered his head, looked at the boy half shorter than himself, and suddenly asked, "What did you call me just now?"

The young man was startled, and with a forced smile, he replied weakly: "Uncle Grand Master..."

Zhang Yanqing remained silent and stared at him coldly.

The boy swallowed.

"..." Continue to stare.

The teenager trembled with guilt.

"..." Still staring.

A certain young man finally couldn't hold back from being stared at by those sharp eyes, knelt down on one knee, hugged his sword and said, "Yes, yes... I'm sorry, Grand Master..."

Zhang Yanqing still said: "What did you call me just now?"

The little boy straightened his body, sank into his dantian, and shouted: "Old Antique!"

"..."

"Pfft—" There was a burst of laughter around.

Zhang Yanqing glanced coldly, and all the laughter stopped abruptly.

He took out two yellow talismans from his pocket with no expression on his face, and flung them out. The yellow talismans flew down as if they had eyes, and stuck to the boy's thighs on both sides.

In the ground where he was standing, two deep pits were sunken in an instant. "Damn it! Jack pendant!"

Zhang Yanqing stretched out his hand and pointed to the ladder: "What did you see?"

"Ladder and Thirty Peaks."

"continue."

"Uncle Grand Master wants me to go back to the mountain?"

Zhang Yanqing shook her head.

The young man clapped his hands and suddenly realized: "Uncle Grand Master...does he want to tell his disciples to practice hard so that they can make the best use of the aura bestowed by the Thirty Peaks?"

Zhang Yanqing continued to shake her head.

The boy asked, "What is that?"

He said: "Ten trips back and forth to the heavenly ladder, and after returning, copy ten copies of the group training and Tao Te Ching and hand them to me."

"..." Almost cried: "Grand Master Uncle!!"

"Hahaha..." The other disciples laughed gloatingly, but Zhang Yanqing's majestic voice sounded again: "Pass down, all the disciples on Helai Peak will be punished by copying the Tao Te Ching twenty times. .”