Master milk me

"You hit someone!" The boy who was kicked was furious, his face was red with anger, and he didn't dare to fight back, so he could only stare at him aggrieved.

Shen Donglan gave him another kick, and kicked him back a few steps: "Why, I hit you. Have an opinion? If you have an opinion, hit me back!"

The man seemed to really want to fight back, but was dragged away by his companion, who shook his head at him to signal him not to be impulsive.

Afterwards, he said: "You wait for me!"

Shen Donglan sneered: "Don't tell me, don't wait any longer, come now. Otherwise, I'll forget about you two bastards."

"you!"

Stopped: "Forget it, don't care about him like that. He is a mad dog."

"Who are you talking about as a mad dog!" Shen Donglan blew his hair, and was killed by Bie Xiaosi, after all, now that the limelight is getting bigger, they have to gossip again when they fight.

Seeing that Shen Donglan was about to get angry again, the two left quickly.

Shen Donglan said brokenly: "Those two cowards."

Fu Xiaosi patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, don't be angry. It's not worth it for this kind of person."

"Senior brother..." Shen Donglan looked at him seriously.

Fu Xiaosi was a little stunned for a moment, because Shen Donglan had always been fooling around, and acted indifferent to everything.

Now that he was suddenly back to normal, he was a little scared.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Shen Donglan grabbed his arm, and said, "It's been in the limelight recently, let's hide it. Otherwise those people will have to bully it again."

"How?"

"Because..." Shen Donglan sighed, "Longlong...it's a monster..."

"?" Fu Xiaosi shook off his hand, a little angry: "They say forget it, why do you say that? Longlong is your junior."

"That's not what I meant... Brother, don't get me wrong."

Shen Donglan was a little anxious, grabbed his arm again and shook it: "Don't be angry, senior brother... What I mean is that Wan Feng's death this time is too strange, all the limelight is on Longlong, we don't protect it... ...it will be bullied."

Fu Xiaosi: "Then you can't call him a monster."

Shen Donglan said speechlessly: "He was a monster in the first place?"

"..." Fu Xiaosi couldn't speak, so he simply pushed him away: "I'm too lazy to tell you."

"Senior brother!" Shen Dong chased after him: "Senior brother! Don't be angry...just talk to me...Senior brother! Big brother! Fu Xiaosi!!"

When the two returned to Yuanyang Hall, the sky above Yuanyang Hall was gloomy with Yu, Xi, Tuan, Team, Du, and Jia. , Dark clouds gathered on the roof, as if they could collapse Yuanyang Hall.

Outside, more than a hundred disciples guarded the Dharma outside the Yuanyang Hall with swords, all of them looked solemn, standing like sculptures, and the atmosphere was suddenly very suppressed.

Fu Xiaosi walked over, looked at one person, and asked, "What happened?"

The man's face was heavy, and he replied: "Master is summoning the soul inside, let me hold the sword to protect you."

"Calling souls?!" Fu Xiaosi's face changed, and he closed his ears in disbelief, and asked again: "...you just said that Master is calling souls?"

The man nodded: "Indeed." After a pause, he continued: "It was just now that Master walked in with five food boxes and ordered us that no one is allowed to step into the Yuanyang Hall during the summoning period. "

"It's over." Fu Xiaosi lowered his hands with a dazed expression.Shen Donglan hurriedly asked: "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Xiaosi shook his head, found a place guarding the center of the magic circle, pulled him to stand over with a sword in hand, "Don't ask so many questions, we just guard the master."

Shen Donglan nodded, "Yes."

Fu Xiaosi didn't speak any more, just raised his head and looked at the sky deeply.It seemed to recall the horrible scene ten years ago.

Ten years ago, Zhang Yanqing also summoned a soul once.

After that time, summoning souls became a forbidden technique in Shushan.

No one dares to use it.

Inside Yuanyang Hall.

The formation is drawn with blood, the formation is bloody and the color is dazzling, and the dancing candlelight elongates the figure of the caster, suppressing the atmosphere to the extreme.

Zhang Yanqing stood in front of the formation, hanging down a pair of hands that were still dripping with blood.

In the big sleeve, there is a drawn blood talisman between the fingertips of the blood-stained fingertips.

He looked at the formation, but did not move for a long time.

Wan Feng's minced meat was placed in the formation.

There are five pieces in total, placed in five different positions.

everything's ready.

The time dragged on for too long, and the blood dried up.

Zhang Yanqing did not activate the formula, but just stood there motionless, as if thinking about something, with a delicate expression on her face, as if she was afraid of something.

After a long time, he finally moved. With a flick of his fingertips, he threw out the blood talisman. His vermilion lips parted slightly, and he murmured, "Underworld ghosts, listen to my orders, and quickly summon them."

As soon as the words were interrupted, a strange gust of wind suddenly hit Yuanyang Hall, blowing his jet-black hair and snow-white Taoist robe violently.

The blood formation ignited a faint green will-o'-the-wisp.

Countless howls of ghosts and wolves came from the formation, shrill and sharp, mixed with the painful cries of men, the miserable cries of women, and the helpless cries of children.

"Help me!!"

"Come on! My child is still inside!"

"Mother! Help me... The beams of the house are going to be burnt! Ahh——"

Those eyes, which were originally calm, had slight ripples, nothing but fear, fear, and a trace of doubt.

Hundreds of blurred figures appeared in the will-o'-the-wisp circle. These people behaved strangely and had painful expressions. They stretched out countless hands towards him, crying and cursing, as if they were asking for his life.

"Aha……"

His chest began to heave slightly, and he took half a step back unconsciously, as if he wanted to escape, but after thinking about it, he tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart, and calmed down his panicked body.

If you leave the magic circle now, it will become a breach in hell in a short time. At that time, the ghosts will flee to seek revenge, and the world will be a disaster again.

He collected himself, his eyes sank, and he called loudly: "Wan Feng! Come back!"

The will-o'-the-wisp in the magic circle burned bigger and bigger, and the crying and howling inside became more and more shrill.A strong wind was blowing around, causing the bamboos in the bamboo forest to bend over.

The disciples stabilized their bodies, and Fu Xiaosi shouted: "The magic circle is open! Everyone, don't shrink back! If you see evil spirits rushing out of the temple, kill them immediately!"

With one voice: "Yes! Brother!"

"...you pay me back!"

"Give me back my life!!"

The ghostly cries of resentment echoed in the empty Yuanyang Hall.Zhang Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted, "Wan Feng is back!"

There is no news from Wan Feng.

Zhang Yanqing frowned deeply. Now that the formation is out, Wan Feng's soul can be recruited no matter where it is.

Why?

No reaction at all?

He stared at the rambunctious evil spirits, with murderous thoughts in his heart, and for a moment he just wanted to hold Changbai and break up all these things that threatened his life.

But once they are broken up, they will lose even the chance of rebirth.

He really didn't understand why these evil spirits wanted his life.He didn't know them at all, but he would always be haunted by them.

Zhang Yanqing sighed, after all, she still didn't go down to ruthlessly, but just raised her arm, and extinguished the candles on the magic circle.

33 of the 32 candles went out.

All the ghostly screams stopped abruptly.

He lowered his hands and looked at the candle that was still burning in the wind, with doubts in his eyes. After that, he moved his stiff body and walked towards the blood formation.

As soon as his footsteps stopped in the center of the blood formation, a childish boy's laughter fell into his ears, "Giggle..."

Zhang Yanqing raised her head upon hearing the sound, and saw a half-human, half-demon young dragon sitting on the beam, gnawing on an apple, while shaking her legs and smiling at him.

"Long'er?" Zhang Yanqing was a little angry: "Didn't I say that no one is allowed to enter during the summoning period?"

"Are you talking about me?" Longlong opened his mouth, but his voice turned into a deep male voice, quite rascal: "But I'm not a human...I'm a dragon..."

"..." Zhang Yanqing lowered her face: "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Don't you look like a bright mirror in your heart?" Longlong threw away the half-gnawd apple, turned into a long black dragon and slid down the beam.

Under Zhang Yanqing's vigilant gaze, it landed on the ground again, turning into a man with a slender figure and an extraordinary handsome appearance.

Zhang Yanqing squinted his eyes, staring at his gradually revealed face in the darkness, suddenly, his eyes widened, and there was a "boom" in his head, and he froze in place.

"Ah Qing..." The man walked up to him without any scruples, put his arms around his waist, hugged him, and said in a low voice, "How do you feel? See you again?"

The spiritual power in Zhang Yanqing's body trembled, as if he wanted to shake him away, but suddenly, all the spiritual power dissipated.In an instant, his body became an empty shell.

No choice but to speak coldly: "Let go."

"You don't want to see me like this?" Not only did the man not let go of him, but he moved his hands around his waist and smiled jokingly: "Do you think it's a dream now? Or... I'm really back? "

Paused, close to his ear: "Come back... take you away..."

"It really is you." Zhang Yanqing lowered her eyes, her expression calmed down a bit, "I should have known about it when we met in Jinling City."

"What? Regret saving me?" Zhang Yanqing didn't resist, the man became even more unscrupulous, and directly kissed his neck with his lips: "Regret not killing me again with a sword?"

Facing his ambiguous harassment, Zhang Yanqing finally responded, but she said coldly: "Get out."

"Master..." Longlong's hand moved up and stopped on his hair crown. With a skillful pick of his index finger, he easily untied his hair crown.

Thousands of strands of hair fell down like silk and hung over her shoulders, Zhang Yanqing scolded: "Niety, you are messing with your hands and feet, don't blame the teacher for being ruthless."

The corner of Longlong's mouth twitched, and he easily opened his belt, with a provocative expression that I'm about to do something, but you're fighting back.

"..." Zhang Yanqing couldn't bear it any longer. She wanted to gather Qi with her palms, but her body was empty and she couldn't do it at all.He tossed and turned to get Changbai again, but his body felt as if his acupuncture point had been poked, and he couldn't move.

This is a nightmare?

He suddenly woke up.

His body was pushed down, and he had no power to resist. He could only watch the nightmare with the same face as that child pressed down.

The crisp and ambiguous kisses lingered on his neck, Zhang Yanqing was so angry that the turbid air in his chest was surging, he gritted his teeth and said, "You bastard... Get out!"

"Bastard?" Longlong bit his chin, stared at his cold red lips, and smiled: "But... this is what you think..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Eh... Master, how bad are you..." He pressed his thumb on his lower lip, rubbed it lightly, and jokingly said: "I have such nightmares every day... just want to spend it with me so much Chunxiao? Or...are you greedy?"

Zhang Yanqing's ears turned red unconsciously, but her expression was still rigid and stubborn, but her eyes were a little distracted.

The man glanced at the base of his ear with interest, his smile deepened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "It's my fault... back then, the bridal chamber candles... didn't satisfy Master."