Qing Leng Master Rescue Plan

No, wait!

Didn't Master cultivate the ruthless way in the past?

It stands to reason that he shouldn't look at such shady things. Even if he broke the ruthless way later, he shouldn't suddenly understand Fengyue so well.

Could it be that Master, an eighty-year-old man who is dishonest and bad for his children, actually studied Jin Ping Mei in private?

Even if it's not a golden vase plum, it must be a silver vase plum, or a copper vase plum, right?

No matter how bad it is, it is the kind of illustrations that Xiao Mojun sent back then, which is full of lively and fragrant things.

Li Mingjue couldn't help gasping for air, his throat seemed to be stuck in a ball of wet cotton, it couldn't go up or down, it was stuck in his throat impartially, and there was a gurgling sound.

Almost under the master's bullying, he lost his ability to speak in an instant, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the master's wrist, opened his mouth wide, and let out rapid breathing.

"What's the matter, Mingjue? Why are you blushing like this? Is it hot? Then, can Master take off your clothes?"

Jiang Xuanling smiled as he stared at the bright red on the little apprentice's face, as if he was suddenly pleased, he swept away his former cold and repulsive expression, and now there was a smile on the corners of his brows and eyes.

The slender and strong fingers are constantly entwined with the red thread. Xiao Ming feels fleshy and chubby, like green onions growing in the field, straight and straight, like a jade tree, making people feel pleasing to the eye.

Unlike Jiang Xuanling, who was born ferocious and terrifying, all straight, not delicate, not at all beautiful, his face is very hideous, and has nothing to do with the stunning beauty praised by the real world of cultivation.

Every time Li Mingjue sees it, he always looks like a ghost.

This moment was no exception, the little apprentice's face was twitching, his lips began to tremble, his long black eyelashes trembled, and two streams of tears rolled down his face.

Each one was crystal clear like pearls, rolling down the cheeks without stopping at all.

"Mingjue, don't cry, once you cry, Master's hands won't work."

Jiang Xuanling lowered his head and licked the little apprentice's cheek, rolled his tongue lightly, and put all the tears in his mouth, as if he was treating some peerless treasure with care.

One hand wrapped around the young apprentice's slender waist, and the other wrapped around the red thread until Li Mingjue was wrapped so tightly that he couldn't spit out anything from his small mouth, and was trembling pitifully in his palm, before he stopped.

"Master, it hurts... woo woo, it hurts..."

Li Mingjue finally recovered his voice, subconsciously raised his hand to untie the red thread, Jiang Xuanling did not stop him, lowered his long, narrow and deep eyes, and fixedly stared at the young apprentice's bold claws.

As if thinking of something, Li Mingjue suddenly trembled all over, stopped vigilantly, and held his hands in midair.While sobbing in a low voice, he pitifully begged for mercy: "Master, can you untie it? Master, untie it, Master..."

It took Jiang Xuanling a lot of effort to wrap Li Mingjue around the red thread, and the end was still tied to Jiang Xuanling's little finger. As long as the little finger moves lightly, he can immediately see the artificial small fountain and the little apprentice's forbearing cry.

"I don't understand."

As a well-known and upright master, Jiang Xuanling was so cold-blooded that heinously, he said mercilessly, "I don't make things difficult for you, I only spend a stick of incense time."

This is not called embarrassment, so what is called embarrassment?

Even if Li Mingjue went up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, even if he went to the streets to dive into the ring of fire, play with a whip, and jump a big rope, it would be much easier than wrapping him up.

Li Mingjue would rather show Shizun the performance of breaking a boulder in his chest and swallowing a black spear, rather than being wrapped around a stick of incense.

After all, it is life-threatening!

"Master, no..."

"Just say one more word, and I will wrap another red thread around you. When the red thread is strangled into the flesh, this matter will be over."

When Li Mingjue heard this, he felt that the sky above his head was about to collapse. He was wrapped up like a mummy, and if he was wrapped up again, would he be destroyed on the spot?

Master is also true, it is not impossible to play him, but at least you have to have a degree, right?How can he be so indulgent? What if he is ruined?

Li Mingjue wanted to protest subconsciously, so he uttered from his throat: "Ah."

Jiang Xuanling didn't say anything, raised his hand and wrapped a red thread around him, raised his eyes to stare at him fixedly, and said with a half-smile: "Take my words as wind on your ears, how did you manage to do it?"

Li Mingjue: "..."

The so-called man has to be able to bend and stretch.

When he was asked to bend, he had to bend as hard as he could without revealing anything, and when it was time to stretch, he had to stretch as hard as he could.

Li Mingjue, who has always held in his heart that "one who knows the current affairs is a hero", finally decided to succumb to the master's despotic power.

He quickly closed his mouth, opened a pair of red eyes, and looked at Master pitifully with grievances on his face, and blinked his eyes vigorously, trying to make Master soften his heart.

But Jiang Xuanling always kept what he said, he said it was a stick of incense, and it was just a stick of incense, there was no room for turning around.

What made Li Mingjue even more horrified was that he was humiliated by his master to be like a bitch, yet he was emotional.

The emotion was so crazy and enthusiastic that even he couldn't bear to look directly at him. He was so ashamed to the extreme that he subconsciously turned his head away, not wanting to see his scumbag with his own eyes again.

"Don't move, turn your head around, open your eyes, and watch."

Jiang Xuanling raised his hand to pinch Li Mingjue's chin, then let go, and bent down deeply in front of his apprentice.

In just such a moment, Li Mingjue knew that the way of his life lies beneath him, and the obstacle of this life lies within that square inch.

Even though he didn't have a lot of trouble in his life, at least he still has a few taels of sincerity, although not many, but the most important thing is to be clean, and tonight I will dedicate it all to my master.

His master.

The suzerain of the Cangxu sect, the well-known master Jiang in the cultivation world, is also a legendary beauty.

It is the fairy meat that the disciples covet one after another, lying in his arms at this moment, kissing that place of mortals.

"Master... the disciple will protect the master, and will always protect the master. If anyone dares to hurt the master, the disciple will not let him go even if he is smashed to pieces!"

What kind of shit, Shizun, the master, the master has never been a furnace!

Master is a living person of flesh and blood!

Regardless of whether it will be the formation of ten thousand swords returning to the clan or the formation of thousands of knives, Li Mingjue is not afraid of anything.

Even if the next moment, he left this place and was cut alive piece by piece, he would still admit it.

Only here, I can go to the world of mortals with Master.

"Mingjue, you always say all kinds of strange things with your teacher, do you think that I will encounter accidents in the future, there is no way to survive, and there is no way to die?"

It's not that Li Mingjue thinks so, but the original text is such a development.

As long as he thinks of the original text, the master has suffered so much and suffered so much, Li Mingjue is so sad that he is about to shed tears.

"Master, this disciple is incompetent. I only have flesh and blood for Master to enjoy, and a set of bones for Master to drive. If Master is powerless one day in the future, then this disciple is willing to die with Master!"

After saying this, Li Mingjue was trembling all over, shrugging his shoulders and weeping.

Jiang Xuanling was very touched when he heard this, and suddenly had the illusion that the rewards of all hardships come, he raised his hand to gently wipe his tears, and said softly: "Is it really so uncomfortable? Then I will untie the red thread."

"No, Master," Li Mingjue yelled with his eyes closed, "I want more! I want more!"

Jiang Xuanling: "..."

He knew that the little apprentice would never talk to him more than half a stick of incense.Every time when he was most moved, he screamed at the top of his voice.Destroyed all warmth.

For example, right now.

"Ah, ah, ah! Master! You said earlier that you were going to do that for the disciple, so the disciple should be ready!"

"Woooooo, first time, first time, this is my disciple's first time! It's so precious!"

"Master!!! How can you do this? When you enjoy the disciple, you can't wait for three hours without a break. When the disciple should enjoy it, just scratch the surface?"

"Master, who are you perfunctory???"

"Master, did you not eat?"

"Master!!!!!!"

Jiang Xuanling's brain hurts from his quarrel, at first he endured it, but later he couldn't bear it anymore, and simply pinched the little apprentice's chin and gagged his mouth.

But for a moment, there was complete silence between the sky and the earth.

Only the sound of pattering rain could be heard.

Li Mingjue's soul was about to fly away, he vaguely felt that he had been tuned|taught by the master to become a furnace, he was really the male favorite at the feet of the master, and he was always exposed to the sun and rain.

He was even transferred to experience by Master, and he was able to taste the sweetness from it, kneeling on his own feet like a cat.

With a ruddy face, he held his head up and stared straight at the master.

He used his small canine teeth in a bold manner, and bit the master lightly.

"The teeth are sharp."

Not only was the master not angry, but he raised his hand and patted Li Mingjue's hairy head, staring at him condescendingly.Meaningfully whispered: "It's time to sharpen your sharp teeth. If you think about deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors in the future, just think about how your sharp teeth were sharpened by me tonight."

"Mmmm."

Unable to say anything, Li Mingjue could only let out pitiful whimpers.

The top of the head was soon wet, and it started to rain lightly. The two of them were in the darkness, and their clothes were soaked by the rain.

Wrap it tightly around your body.

The big slender and powerful hand rested on the back of the little apprentice's head, and the fingertips turned white because of too much force.

I don't know how long it has passed—in short, it must be more than one stick of incense.

Li Mingjue was exhausted, and as soon as he freed himself from the shackles, he fell limply into Jiang Xuanling's arms, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

"Master, I'll sleep for a while. When I find my way home, Master will wake me up again."

"Go to sleep, thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Xuanling lowered his head and kissed the wet forehead of the little apprentice, the bright red on his face was still not completely faded, he looked tenderly at the young man in his arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mingjue, I will never let you down in this life." , even if it is the enemy of the entire cultivation world!"