My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 115 Good Disciple, Believe in Master (Subscribe)

Cut down with a sword!
Ye Liangchen's arm was broken, and the blood was like a spring.gurgling flow.

Let him roar in pain, his eyes widened.

Eyes full of disbelief.

Have absolutely no idea what happened.

After all, his strategy is obviously correct, Ye Qinghong should hate her master.

As long as there is a little lobbying, the devil will surely die.

But why did Ye Qinghong make such a choice?

His face was pale and he was sweating profusely.

Staring at Ye Qinghong firmly, his eyes were full of fear and unwillingness.

But what he received in the end was a cold reprimand.

"Blood Rain Sect, don't rush in. This time I will spare your life. Next time I will kill you, get out!"

"..."

Ye Liangchen was silent, and finally took a look in the direction of Mozun Pavilion, without any hesitation, staggered away.

As soon as he turned around, his eyes were full of madness.

"Damn the devil, damn Ye Qinghong!"

"I will remember today's revenge. When I blow off that old man, I will kill you!"

He murmured in his heart, and soon disappeared from Ye Qinghong's sight.

The moment he disappeared, Ye Qinghong turned into a ray of breeze and secretly chased after him.

Weeds need to be rooted out!

She has long understood this truth.

Those who can survive the Blood Rain Cult will never show mercy.

The reason why she only broke Ye Liangchen's arm just now was because she wanted to attract the people behind him.

At the very least, they should investigate this person clearly to find out who is trying to harm her master.

Soon, Ye Liangchen had already reached the place where the ancestor of the ghost was flying.

While running, he was still thinking about how to sow discord and fan the flames.Let the old guy fight the devil.

after all……

This old guy looked very arrogant.

Definitely not convinced by Blood Rain Demon Venerable, the newly promoted No.1 in the Demon Way.

Once the ghost ancestor makes a move.

Who will win and who will lose is still unknown.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be high-spirited, his eyes were full of madness and pleasure, and the pain on his arm also disappeared a lot.

But soon, when he saw the empty space, he was stunned for a moment, his face full of blankness.

I was a little confused for a while.

What about that big demon?
What about the old guy?
Where did you go?
Didn't the ghost ancestor say that he is waiting for his good news here?
Why did you leave suddenly?
He just stood there in a daze for a long time before he finally came to his senses.

Apparently, he was dumped by that half-human old guy, who let him play the instrument for so long.

It was also in vain to bear the opponent's ghostly stick.

In the final analysis, he was just a plaything of that old guy who was cheated out of Tianyin Sect's inheritance by him.

After playing for so long, it was finally thrown away like garbage.

And that old guy never thought of fighting for him, or offending Blood Rain Demon Venerable for him.

It was insidious and cunning to the extreme.

For a moment, his heart was filled with grief and indignation.

No matter what, I can't figure it out, I am obviously the child of destiny, and I have worked so hard, why in the end I was played again and again, and I fell to where I am today?
Full of grief and anger, nowhere to vent.

Finally, he spit out black blood with a puff.

He gritted his teeth and growled.

"Ghost Patriarch, Blood Rain Demon Venerable. You and I have a deep blood feud. One day, I will kill you."

call out!
The moonlight fell, and there was no sound.

Like dense mist, and like a rippling lake.

In the end, a slender and slender sword.

Passing through his throat in an instant, the violent wind tore his neck apart.

Blood spurted out like flowers.

Finally fell to the ground...

But the blue sword was not stained at all,
Before he died, he only saw a cold figure that seemed to come out of a painting.

Clothes fluttering, long hair fluttering.

Those eyes were as cold as a cold pool.

Ye Liangchen died, just died here.

Ye Qinghong didn't even look at the corpse on the ground.

With one move of the finger, the sword flew behind him.

Brows furrowed.

"Yin Gui Patriarch! He is the one who protected the remnants of the Yin Sect this day. Do you want to kill Master?"

She muttered to herself, feeling that she had to tell Master about this.

She didn't even realize it herself...

With the wet sword practice, hot spring storytelling, and kisses after this period of time, the hatred in my heart has disappeared a lot.

even……

Some attachment.

However, at the moment when she just turned around.

call out!
On Ye Liangchen's body, black patterns appeared at some point, the patterns were strange and eerie.

As soon as it appeared, it twisted and deformed continuously, and finally, it flew towards the back of Ye Qinghong's head suddenly, and just got into her head directly.

Ye Qinghong paused, for some reason, she, who was born with a sword heart of glass, always felt that something was wrong.

But use the glazed sword heart to see yourself.

After taking photos for a long time, I didn't notice any abnormalities. In the end, I could only shake my head and fly towards Mozun Pavilion.

That ghost patriarch sounds very powerful.

Maybe it will pose a huge threat to Master, so we must report this matter to Demon Master as soon as possible.

……

The Blood Rain Cult, inside the Mozun Pavilion.

Fang Yang is practicing with his eyes closed.

The breath in the body, like a huge furnace, is rolling and moving, exuding bursts of fiery feeling.

And between his brows, a black sun imprint appeared at some point, exuding bursts of faint light, faintly visible.

Formless demon body!

Even if it's just a broken version, it has already made him a rare physical cultivator in the world.

Once the magic body is activated.

His body became blazing and scorching hot, and the blue veins were entangled like wild snakes.

All the disciples of Yingyue Nunnery, including the master of the nunnery, are no match for him, and they can't stand it at all.

This is the Formless Demon Physique!

Just like Chasing Sun, his strength has been greatly improved.

But when it is activated, the inner desire will grow infinitely, tyrannical, cruel, wanting to grab the opponent's head and learn from Kuafu.

Soon, the demon body retreated.

That dry heat is hard to disappear after a long time.

He planned to go to Wutong Courtyard, or to Huang Fuling's courtyard, to dissipate the aftermath of the demon body.

At this moment, a familiar figure floated into the Mozun Pavilion like a green dragon.

It was none other than Ye Qinghong.

If it was normal, he would definitely keep calm when he saw his eldest disciple, and he could even tell him about the magic version of "The Legend of Condor Heroes".

But at this moment...

hum!
The moment he saw Ye Qinghong, he immediately thought of the hazy moonlight and the rippling spring water.

And the scene where the master and apprentice hug each other wetly in the spring water.

The dry heat brought by the formless demon body suddenly rose, and it was almost impossible to suppress it.

But at this time, Ye Qinghong had just entered the hall, and before reporting the situation, he discovered something was wrong with his master.

My heart shuddered.

I was a little flustered.

A pair of cold eyes sparkled with slight waves.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's just that something went wrong in your cultivation. Just in time, Master remembered your Shocking God Sword, and there are still some flaws. Come here, Master will teach you by hand."

The hoarse voice was trembling.

It seems to be trying to suppress something.

When Ye Qinghong heard the hands-on teaching, pictures emerged in his mind.

The originally cold eyes seemed to be melting.

But soon, Liuli Jianxin activated and turned into a cold blade, directly cutting these pictures into pieces.

Out of concern for Master, he took a deep breath, walked towards the throne step by step, and soon came to the magnificent throne standing in the darkness.

Saw her master.

The black robe is still billowing, and the magic hair is dancing wildly.

That handsome cheek was as sharp as a knife.

It's just that the originally cold eyes were bloodshot at some point, and there was a trace of the sun between his eyebrows.

Even breathing has become much thicker.

After seeing her, the master slowly sat up from the chair, exuding a fiery aura, like an ancient devil, aiming at the prey, which made her feel a little creepy.

Haven't responded yet.

The hoarse voice, as if it was suppressing something again, came again.

"My dear boy, come closer."

Ye Qinghong was a little dazed, and even more puzzled, completely unaware of what Master wanted to do.

But in the end, he still clenched his fist and walked to the master step by step, the two of them were only one foot away.

She could almost hear Master's heavy breathing.

It was as hot as lava.

"Take off your shoes."

It was another cold voice, domineering and majestic, as if commanding.

It made her body tremble, a little puzzled, she raised her head, just in time to see Master's scarlet eyes.

"Why, you don't want to trust Master?"

"..."

Ye Qinghong was silent for a long time.

If it was before, Fang Yang made such an order, even if she died, she would never carry it out.

I just think that the devil is playing with himself.

But in the past few days, after experiencing so much, she is willing to believe that Master has reconciled.

but……

Taking off your shoes in front of Master is really too embarrassing.

Growing up so big, she has always been a loner, except for a few junior sisters, no one has ever seen her feet.

Let her hesitate for a while.

But in the end, facing Master's domineering gaze, she still shook her hands and gently took off the mille-soled cloth shoes on her feet.

A pair of flawless and beautiful feet were revealed.

Well-proportioned up and down, informal.

Full and crystal clear, not bloated.

Just like a cool orchid, exuding a faint cold temperament, stepping on the cold stone slab.

Perhaps it was the first time like this, Ye Qinghong was obviously a little nervous, his feet were together, his round toes like cold jade, picking at the stone slab.

The palms tightly clutched the corners of the clothes, and the knuckles were pale.

"Sit on the throne of the deity!"

Ye Qinghong's body stiffened slightly with the domineering tone of command, and he forcibly resisted the urge to draw his sword.

Step by step, he walked to the throne and sat on it.

I still have some doubts in my heart, and I don't know what Master wants to do.

At this time, Fang Yang had already walked in front of her, squatted down, and stretched out a big hand.

When she was still a little dazed, she directly grabbed her jade feet.

The hot news came immediately.

It is really like magma surging, hot and scorching.

It seemed to be able to melt the icy aura on her body.

"Master... Master!"

Ye Qinghong asked with a trembling voice, pursed her lips, and felt that big hand wrapped her entire sole of the foot.

Immediately afterwards, from her slender snow-white toes, she stroked them one by one, inch by inch.

While stroking, a fiery breath was also released, pouring into her body along her feet.

Toes, instep, arch...

Immediately afterwards, it went up along her ankle...

That fiery breath completely melted the ice in Ye Qinghong's eyes, and he bit his lips tightly.

Seeing that hand getting more and more presumptuous, it almost penetrated into the clothes...

She pulled back abruptly.

Her cold cheeks were blushing at some point, she was filled with shame and anger, and she hadn't had time to speak.

Her master said indifferently again.

"Take off your obscene clothes and only wear the robe."

"..."

Ye Qinghong raised his head suddenly, his eyes like autumn water were full of disbelief, and he looked at his master almost in horror.

What... what does this mean?

From the very beginning, when the master asked her to take off her shoes, it was beyond the boundaries between master and apprentice.

Now, let her take off her obscene clothes and only wear a robe.

This... this has gone far beyond ethics.

Which master would do this?

I'm afraid there are only those loose words in the world.

She bit her lip and said nothing.

At this time, she saw Master taking a deep breath, and the feeling of forcibly suppressing something became more and more intense.

There was a bit of tyranny and struggling tenderness in his eyes.

"Trust Master, Master is doing everything for your own good..."

In a word, it broke through Ye Qinghong's hard-earned defense.

The images of the past few days came to my mind again.

Anyway, in the hot spring, her clothes were wet and clinging to her body, it was no different from whether she was wearing them or not, and she was hugged tightly by the master.

Now just take off the obscene clothes...

There should be no difference.

not to mention……

In "The Legend of Condor Heroes", the pair of master and apprentice also often take off their clothes to practice, so there should be no difference.

after all……

Master is inhumane, and he still loves her like a father, so she shouldn't think too much about it.

Mind you so far...

She stood up slowly and put her hands into her clothes.

The beautiful and cold cheeks were slightly lowered, and the mouth was pursed.

A stubborn look.

Then he took off the upper and lower obscene clothes and threw them aside.

The whole person was tightly wrapped in the blue strong suit.

Try not to show the slightest trace.

My heart was extremely tense.

Afterwards, she saw her master walking towards her step by step, he was tall, domineering, and cold, his eyes became more and more red, and the sun marks between his brows became more and more obvious.

In the group she was only inches away.

But he glanced at her chest, as if thinking of something, frowned and said.

"And that thing, tear it up together..."

Ye Qinghong trembled all over.

It is no longer possible to grasp the master's mind, but now that it has reached such a point.

It seems ridiculous to maintain this last line of defense.

So, she slowly stretched it in again, and after a while, a piece of blue cloth that still exuded a faint fragrance of virgins was pulled out and thrown aside.

Immediately afterwards, she saw her master staring at her coldly, with a strange color in his eyes.

"Now, kneel!"

The magic smoke is billowing, domineering and majestic.

There is no warmth at all.

As if treating prey.

Ye Qinghong's body trembled, and his eyes instantly turned red.

(End of this chapter)