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The tender and coquettish voice was heard in Jian Zun's ears, like a cold snake climbing up his ankles, dragging him into the abyss beyond redemption.

His mind went blank.

On the other side of the crystal stone wall was the little apprentice he liked but didn't dare to show his heart, but now, in front of the little apprentice, he was hugged by the devil in his arms and played with him.

The crystal stone wall reflected the current appearance of him and the devil, who had already ripped off his belt.The little apprentice on the opposite side struggled even harder, and seemed to be screaming, but Master Jian couldn't hear a single sound.

"Master Jianzun, don't be afraid, the crystal stone wall is very interesting, you can't hear what your apprentice said, but he can hear your voice..." Yin Lingxi kissed Fuzhi's hair on the temples, and said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, Sword Master, accompany me until the barrier disappears, and I will let him go, but if you don't cooperate, he will suffer a lot."

Jian Zun's body was extremely stiff, and the murderous intent and anger rolling in his eyes were suppressed by the devil's words.

With plenty of time, Yin Lingxi was not in a hurry, and walked up his waistline with calloused fingers leisurely.

The firm and fair skin left a touch on the palm, like the best cold jade, and the concave lines between the backs were perfectly smooth. Just as Yin Lingxi was about to take off his underwear, Jian Zun held on weakly. His hand pressed on his wrist, stopping his movement.

The resistance is extremely light.

Yin Lingxi paused for a while.

Jian Zun closed his eyes, his voice stagnant.

"...don't let him see..."

Sword Master Fuzhi, who suppressed thousands of evil spirits with a Duanchen sword, had cultivated the Tao of Wuchen for hundreds of years, was cold-hearted and untouched by the world of mortals, but his voice at this time contained a faint tremor.

If you are emotional, you will have delusions, and if you have delusions, you will have fear and weakness.

He didn't want his little apprentice to suffer a little harm, so he swore an oath to accept the unfair competition, and even now... endure the humiliation.

The only request is, don't let the little apprentice see his current appearance.

Don't let the people he cares about see his unbearable appearance...

Jian Zun unconsciously tightened his fingers, and after a while, he heard the devil laughing in his ear, intimate and malicious, he said——

"No."

Jian Zun felt a chill in his heart.

Yin Lingxi clamped his jaw, forcing him to open his eyes and look at the crystal stone wall.

The black hair fell on Fuzhi's back, and Yin Lingxi picked up a strand and sniffed it carefully. He didn't care about Fuzhi's feelings at all, but found his reaction very interesting.

He ordered: "Don't close your eyes, otherwise, your apprentice will suffer."

As if to prove it, he turned his magic energy into a whip, and slapped the opposite 'Yin Lingxi' fiercely. The puppet was hit, it seemed to be injured, and the strength of its struggle was much weaker.

Sword Master shrank his pupils.

"Did you hear that? Don't close your eyes." Yin Lingxi kissed Zi Fuzhi's neck obsessively. The red marks were like red plums blooming in the snow, and he kissed them bit by bit.

I don't know how long it took before he heard an extremely light, extremely slow, hoarse voice: "Okay..."

Yin Lingxi squinted his eyes happily, he didn't waste the blood on his hands, he used all the blood on Fuzhi.

"..."

Sword Master is like an ice and snow sculpture without any emotion, his indifferent eyes widen slightly, and the corners of his lips are bleeding from his own bite, but he still holds on stubbornly and refuses to make a sound.

The little apprentice he cared about was looking at him...

The dull pain in the heart is suffocating.

He kept looking at the little disciple on the other side of the crystal stone wall, who slowly stopped moving. On the translucent crystal wall, the shadows of him and the devil were still projected.

After an unknown amount of time, Jian Zun's eye circles turned a little red.

-

Eight days passed in the blink of an eye.

Outside the Thunder Barrier.

Hai Shengsheng calculated the situation in the barrier over and over again, but the hexagrams in his hand became more and more obscure, until his last six calculations were all blown apart, then he sighed and stopped deducing.

He looked up to the sky, where Gu Mianliang stood motionless for eight days, his breath was exhausted, his eyes closed like a delicate stone statue.

Wen Chu sighed, and said softly: "Junior Brother Fuzhi has been looked after by his junior uncle since he was a child. If something really happened to Junior Brother, I'm afraid..."

She was also worried that the calculated big ominous hexagram would come true.

The little martial uncle regards his junior brother Fuzhi as more important than her own life. She dare not imagine how the little martial uncle will react if Fuzhi is really injured.

Hai Shengsheng was silent for a while, and sighed: "No matter what, the demons have touched the scales of my junior uncle this time. If Fu knows that Junior Brother is fine, it's okay, but if something happens...the demons will definitely face a massacre."

When Gu Mianliang was wandering in the cultivation world with his senior brother Dao Shenzi in the early years, the reputation of killing gods was literally earned from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

It was only later that Dao Shenzi realized the threshold of ascension and made a breakthrough in retreat. He helped Dao Shenzi guard the Tianyan Sect, learned to cultivate his body and mind, and his methods were much gentler. It was not until Zhuang Cheng took over as the head and Gu Mianliang retired to Qingzhu Mountain that he gradually disappeared. In front of everyone.

As the night grew darker, looking at the silent figure in blue and white hair, Hai Shengping felt more and more heavy in his heart. As time approached, the ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.

There is still one day left, and it will be the ninth day.

-

Inside the cave.

A strange, intoxicating and depraved scent blooms in the air, mixed with the sweet and greasy smell of blood.

A slender hand hangs down on the side of the bed, with chains on the wrist bones, and a circle of red marks has been worn on the white skin.

This is a hand holding a sword, and the beautiful meridians can be vaguely seen, but the phalanx is full of tooth marks, but unfortunately, this hand makes people unable to take their eyes off at a glance, but instead raises a more trembling sadistic desire.

Jian Zun fell into a deep sleep, Yin Lingxi pressed a kiss on his forehead with rare pity, and slowly transmitted the devil energy while hugging him.It's only one step away from the Huanqing Gu being fully matured.

Yin Lingxi squinted his eyes, this time was earlier than he thought, and he would be able to ripen it almost tomorrow, when the time came, he would use the shape-changing pill to transform into the appearance of Fuzhi's disciple, with a little coaxing, he should be able to clean his bones Got it...

He slowly caressed Fu Zhi's spine, he had to think carefully about how and when to dig the bones.

Looking at the pale Fuzhi, Yin Lingxi felt inexplicably agitated.

He had humiliated this person for the past few days, and accidentally found a crack in Fuzhi's Dao heart. The more times he had sex, the bigger the crack would be.His master practiced the dust-free way, and he demanded that his body and mind be pure...Now there are faint signs of his Taoist mind collapsing. Is it because he thinks that going to the ultimate bliss with him is a dirty thing?

As soon as this idea came up, Yin Lingxi's face suddenly sank, and his heart suddenly burst into flames, and the flames grew bigger and bigger, and there was even a trace of panic that he didn't notice.

[Ah Ruan: Master!It's up again!The recovery rate is now 50.00% nine!But the maliciousness seems to be quite high...]

After enjoying these days, Fuzhi was so comfortable that she didn't want to move at all: 【Hmm... Got it. 】

[Ah Ruan pursed her mouth: Master, you asked me to use my divine power to destroy your Dao heart, and I didn't see how much pity this guy has. 】

It was tossed so hard that there was no good spot all over its body, and it was full of bruises and purple marks. If it didn't know that its master enjoyed it very much, it would really feel distressed.

Fuzhi: [It's not the time yet...]

Just as he was about to say something, there was a pain in his jaw, and someone forced him to open his eyes.

……

Jian Zun's eyebrows were deeply tired and numb, he slowly opened his eyes, his light-colored eyes rolled, and met Yin Lingxi's gaze.

The next moment, the blankness in his eyes froze into frost, Jian Zun half-closed his eyes, hiding the emotion in his light-colored pupils, the eyelashes cast a light shadow, and there was silence.

Seeing that Fuzhi opened his eyes properly, Yin Lingxi felt slightly relieved. He narrowed his eyes, tightened his grip on the fingers pinching Fuzhi's chin, and said inexplicably, "There is a crack in the Dao heart... Lord Jianzun thinks that the emperor Not clean?"

Jian Zun seemed to have never heard of it, and did not respond at all.

It is a gesture of silent refusal.

There was a sneer on Yin Lingxi's lips, and he suddenly remembered that during the eight days in the cave, his proud master, except when he lost consciousness, hadn't made a sound, let alone willingly took the initiative.

"This emperor has only ever met you. The gesture of Master Jianzun is too sad," Yin Lingxi sighed, "This emperor fell in love with you at first sight, but he didn't get half a response."

"How about this..." He coaxed, "Jianzun takes the initiative once, and I will answer your request that is not too much, such as... cover the crystal stone wall, what do you think?"

Yin Lingxi's voice is extremely gentle and romantic, but her smile doesn't reach her eyes——

This person is covered with traces left by him, but he thinks he is not clean, so he wants to break his arrogance and ask him to lower his head to take a good look at who he is having fun under.

After a while, the sword master finally moved, and a weak and hoarse voice sounded in the cave. He raised his head in a daze and looked at Yin Lingxi.

"...you said...really?"

Yin Lingxi nodded, and then looked at him with leisure.

Master Jian tightened his fingers, and then slowly loosened them. He looked at the crystal stone wall from the corner of his eye. The 'apprentice' tied to the stake had not moved for a long time.

He lowered his head and slowly stood up, the chains made a crisp sound, and quickly fell silent again.

Yin Lingxi's clothes were half uncovered, raised his eyebrows, leaned back and leaned against the side of the bed.

He didn't make a sound, and for a while, the silence in the air was terrifying.

a long time.

Sword Master closed his eyes, his Adam's apple twitched, he swallowed the fishy sweetness surging up, and his bamboo-like spine slowly folded down.

The sound of chains rattled.

He turned around slowly, controlling his body, the baggy clothes covered a white waist with excellent elasticity.

Yin Lingxi's eyes instantly became dark.

He watched the man endure the humiliation, and really leaned down, kissed him on the lips, fawning jerkyly, and prying his teeth.

Yin Lingxi narrowed his eyes, not refusing or catering, following Fuzhi's movements, thinking with great interest, what step his master can do for 'Yin Lingxi', this is also a good way to test the Huanqing Gu Chance……

Fuzhi was keenly aware of what he meant, and the smile on his lips flickered away.

It was the first time for Jian Zun to please the devil in the matter of Fengyue, and all his actions were extremely young, but every movement was impartial to Yin Lingxi's heart.

……

……

Jian Zun looked at the top of the cave, his eyes turned black for a while, he only felt that it was shaking violently, and the mist filled his eyes blankly.

Vaguely, he felt that things should not be like this.

In a trance to the extreme, some fragmentary memory fragments suddenly flashed in the sea of ​​consciousness——

He was in a wooden house, someone called him 'Xianzun' affectionately, outside was the peach snow that was flying all over the sky, and he was drinking clear peach blossom wine, smiling and calling that person Xiaoxi.

It seems that someone once shared a bed with him, yelling 'Xianzun, Xianzun...' over and over again, coaxing him tirelessly, "Xianzun...call out...I want to hear..."

Yin Lingxi kissed the corner of his mouth, and said in a soft voice: "Master Jianzun...call out..."

At this moment, Yin Lingxi's face made him feel both strange and familiar. He seemed to have seen this face in some beautiful place and had been with him for many years.

Jian Zun blinked slowly, unable to tell whether it was reality or a dream.

His eyes seemed to reflect peach blossom petals all over the sky, and then turned into tears and condensed in his eyes, sliding down the sour corners of his eyes, and sinking into his wet temples.

Yin Lingxi repeated it again.

Sword Master slowly closed his eyes.

In the faint stone cave, faint low-pitched chants came out.

He finally lowered his head, broke his pure and proud body with his own hands, in the crimson peach petals that dissipated like hallucinations, in the despair as deep as the abyss——

Full of worldly desires, never detached.

……

Yin Lingxi cleaned up Fuzhi, and hugged him lazily, "The waiter was good, covering the crystal stone wall, the emperor agreed." Anyway, it was just a fake puppet.

As soon as he raised his hand, Fuzhi grabbed his wrist.

Yin Ling paused: "What?"

Looking at it from his angle, Fuzhi still had some fine sweat on his forehead, and his face looked pale - there were more traces on his body.

Yin Lingxi said unhurriedly: "Do you regret it?"

Jian Zun shook his head, his voice was hoarse, "...for another condition."

"Oh?" Yin Lingxi played with taste, "If it is too much, such as asking the emperor to let you go, the emperor will not agree."

Sword Master let go of his eyes and said softly, "Not too much..."

"Tell me."

Jian Zun's eyelashes trembled, and he stroked his heart. After a while, he said stagnantly, "Give him something...to eat."

Yin Lingxi was stunned, he subconsciously said: "What did you say?"

Sword Master thought he didn't hear clearly, so he resisted the cough and dull pain in his chest, and repeated: "...give Lingxi some food," his voice was almost silent, "my disciple just built the foundation... ... Cough, not yet... not bigu yet, give him something to eat..."

The figure of the puppet on the other side of the crystal stone wall has not moved for a long time, it looks like it is in a coma, but it is actually Yin Lingxi's body obsessed with Fuzhi, and he didn't distract himself from manipulating it, but Master Jian mistakenly thought that his little apprentice was due to lack of spiritual power , did not eat bigu, and did not eat for a long time, and then passed out.

A strange feeling of strangeness suddenly filled Yin Lingxi's heart, he said silently: "That's it?"

Willingly cater to Zheshen, the only request is to let him give that fake apprentice puppet something to eat.

Sword Master nodded wearily.

A trace of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his lips, and he raised his hand indifferently to wipe it away slowly.

Yin Lingxi hugged him from behind, so he didn't notice Fuzhi's movements. He was silent for a long time, folded his arms, held Fuzhi tightly in his arms, and whispered: "Okay."

[Ah Ruan: Fragment recovery rate, 60.00% nine. 】

……

The night of the ninth day has come.

The power of the sky-thunder barrier gradually decreased, and the man in green clothes standing in front of the barrier slowly opened his eyes, and the emotions that had been suppressed for nine days were gloomy like a cold abyss that devours people.

"Ah Fu..."