My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 116 Whoever touches my disciple dies (please subscribe)
Faced with Fang Yang's indifferent gaze, he spoke in a domineering tone.

Ye Qinghong trembled all over.

Eyes full of sadness.

Could it be that……

Fourth Junior Sister is right?
Master's so-called change is simply worthless.

Lied to her from beginning to end?

For a moment, her sword heart sprouted, and the Qingying sword behind her buzzed and trembled.

It seems that I can't bear it anymore.

But in the end, she forced herself to hold back.

Closing her eyes, she knelt gracefully in front of her master.

She was wearing a loose green dress, which rustled in the dark wind, and was tightly attached to her jade-like skin, allowing her figure to be perfectly revealed.

Although Ye Qinghong has a cold personality, his body is not cold at all.

It's just that because of practicing swords, he has been restrained.

Now when she bends over, the blue hair hangs down on her hips, outlining the full and round arc, which is tight.

The chest swayed slightly.

It made Fang Yang's breathing a little heavier.

Soon, Ye Qinghong knelt on the ground.

Just kneel in front of Fang Yang.

Her lips were tightly pursed, her eye sockets were reddish, and there were waves in those originally cold eyes, as if filled with water mist.

Looking at the big apprentice who was originally cold as ice, now kneeling in front of him in humiliation, with a look of giving and taking.

Fang Yang's eyes were bright red.

I only feel blue veins popping up and my head swells and hurts.

Breathing also became disordered, heavy, and some could hardly bear it.

Finally, he took a deep breath, stroking Ye Qinghong's back with his huge palm, exuding a scorching breath.

It made Ye Qinghong's body tremble, obviously nervous and stiff, and made her bite her lips deeper and deeper.

Almost bleeding from the bite.

Afterwards, she felt the palm slowly swaying down her back along her back.

Move with the curve of the body, from the back, to the waist, to the buttocks...

That scorching breath accompanied her all the time, making her extremely nervous.

Finally, she closed her eyes in despair.

This cool swordsman.

In the corner of the eye, tears flowed down.

Sure enough, her master was just playing with her, treating her like a plaything.

Where is this for practicing swords?

It was a deliberate humiliation at all.

The so-called change, the so-called oath...

I'm afraid it's just the master's casual talk.

Her master, although inhumane, must have been cruel by nature, and finally extended his demonic claws to them.

In this way, in the dark palace.

The palms are constantly swimming like magma,

Hot and fiery.

Not long after, Ye Qinghong's body was covered with delicate sweat.

Her skin was trembling, but her eyes became colder and colder, and she had already made a decision in her heart.

It's all over here, if the master humiliates her like this again, she will definitely rise up with her sword.

Desperately kill each other.

Although……

During this period of time, Master has become completely different from before. Although he is still so domineering and cold, he is more gentle and peaceful.

The bowls of porridge with red dates and wild ginseng, the silent waiting in front of the bed, and the gentleness that took the initiative to change the story when she saw her unhappy.

Every scene is very peaceful and ordinary, but enough to be unforgettable.

In her eyes before, Shizun was always a sworn enemy.

But now, with the passage of time, and after experiencing these things, there is already a vague love between the two,

Cut constantly, the rationale is still chaotic.

She was still struggling and struggling.

Imprisoned in the hatred of the past, I don't know what to do.

But only now did I realize that, from the beginning to the end, these were just her wishful thinking.

Maybe it's time to wake up from this long dream.

Ye Qinghong took a deep breath, his eyes were cold, and he was about to manipulate the sword behind him.

The next moment, a cold voice came.

"do not move!"

She froze, only then did she realize that the other's palm had reached the back of her head.

Immediately afterwards, that violent and fiery breath came, as if it was tearing something.

Very slow, but very firm.

After a long time...

Crunch!Crunch!
Accompanied by bursts of difficult voices.

She only felt a splitting headache, but before she could react, she saw black threads being pulled out from the back of her head.

These threads are cold and eerie.

As if it had life, after being pulled out by Fang Yang, it was still struggling.

Stinking, disgusting.

Finally, a grimace is formed.

It was held in Fang Yang's hand.

The moment Ye Qinghong saw this grimace, she was stunned on the spot, and she was about to let go of the sword. She, who was originally ashamed and angry, was a little confused.

"Master, this thing..."

"That's right, it was drawn from your body. It's extremely difficult and hidden. It should be an evil spell that devours your soul. It will silently devour your soul until you die completely. Moreover, it can also be exaggerated to those close to it, which is hard to guard against."

"If the teacher guessed correctly, this kind of method, at the very least, can only be performed by a person in the Four Leaf Dharmakaya realm, and it will take a lot of effort..."

"I really didn't expect that someone would dare to set their minds on my most beloved apprentice. It's just courting death!"

Fang Yang sneered, his killing intent soared into the sky, and the phaseless demon body rolled on his body.

But Ye Qinghong stared at the master obsessively, remembering the scene just now.

original……

I am Master's most beloved disciple.

Master never thought of playing with her, teasing her, treating her as a plaything, just saving her.

And not only did she know nothing about it, she even went so far as to slander Master, associating Master with such despicableness.

Simply, ashamed to be a woman...

At this moment, she even wanted those big hot hands to travel completely over her body again.

This time, she definitely didn't think so anymore.

but……

What is this curse?

Could it be that he got it when he beheaded the remnants of Tianyin Sect just now?

Then, the one who can do all this must be the so-called ghost ancestor.

The opponent was insidious and cunning, and completely regarded Ye Liangchen as a pawn. If he agreed to the opponent and used soul poison, Master would be in danger.

If he refused to agree and killed Ye Liangchen, he would be entangled by this sinister curse.

As a result, the infection was silently transmitted to the master, and when the time comes, the master is also in danger.

Moreover, because this method is extremely concealed, even practitioners of the same realm can hardly detect it.

If it weren't for the master's unrivaled skill, and he has reached the realm of the unity of heaven and man, I'm afraid he will really be tricked.

Ye Qinghong felt lingering fear, sensed the sinisterness of the ghost ancestor, and was just about to report this matter to his master.

Seeing Master staring at her fixedly, he said hoarsely.

"My dear disciple, the curse on your body has not been completely lifted. But don't worry... this kind of method is nothing more than a trivial skill to Master."

"Next, Master will put his own life essence into your mouth, and wait for you to swallow it. This essence will diffuse and dissolve all curses. Are you willing?"

Hearing these words, Ye Qinghong's body trembled.

After experiencing the misunderstanding just now, she is now grateful and ashamed to her master.

Totally unable to refuse any request...

Even if it is too much.

What's more, she is very clear that all the sacrifices made by the master are to heal herself and prevent herself from being harmed.

You know, that is the essence of life, how can anyone just swallow it?

Thinking of this, Ye Qinghong raised his head.

"Master, Qinghong is willing to swallow it, so let it go."

"It really is my good apprentice."

Fang Yang nodded, feeling extremely relieved.

The Formless Demon Physique is the most blazing and scorching physique in the world, extremely masculine and strong.

Therefore, no matter how concealed the curse just now was, it still couldn't escape his eyes. The moment he saw his big apprentice for the first time, he caught it directly.

So he activated the Formless Demon Body, trying to get rid of the curse, but it's a pity that he is still in the realm of a master.

Even if the Formless Demon Physique is the most restrained of this kind of thing, it is not that simple to pull it out easily.

Therefore, after he experimented with the inefficiency of pulling away the jade feet, he made Ye Qinghong take off his clothes, feel it inch by inch, and forced these curses to his brain.

In the end, most of them were removed, leaving only a few remnants.

Next, just put his blood essence into Ye Qinghong's mouth, and use the blood essence to dissolve these things.

The curse is naturally resolved.

But... I have to say.

The touch of the big apprentice is very good...

He also didn't know whether he had been cheating public affairs for personal gain, delaying time, and touching areas that shouldn't be touched during the treatment of the wound just now.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Yang looked expressionless, looking at the big apprentice whose skin was covered with clouds due to being approached by the formless demon body.

It felt like the hot feeling was getting stronger and stronger, and it was not something he could suppress if he wanted to.

finally……

Swish.

A gust of wind blew past, and a scar was cut on the finger, and fresh blood flowed out, dripping slowly.

As soon as it reached the ground, it made a squeak sound, and actually burned holes in the hard floor.

It is enough to prove how terrifying the formless demon body is.

Even if Fang Yang is only in the realm of a master now, the essence and blood on his body are like magma, which is unbearable.

"Hurry up, don't waste it, Master's essence and blood are hotter, you'd better activate Liuli Jianxin, activate the Shocking God Sword Art, don't get burned."

"Yes!"

Ye Qinghong's voice trembled, he only felt that this scene, this kind of behavior was extraordinarily shy.

But for the sake of healing, she didn't care so much.

Master has always loved her very much.

It must be for her own good, and she can't just think about it.

So she knelt on the ground, gently opened her pearly lips, and slowly put her fingers in her mouth.

Just hold the moment.

Then she smelled a bloody smell, accompanied by a fiery breath, filling her mouth.

Then, it entered her throat and rushed to all directions of her body...

It was so warm that it could almost burn her icy body.

Master...

So hot!

There was only one thought in her heart.

I felt that I was going to be unable to hold on any longer, but in the end, I forcibly endured it.

The Liuli sword heart was activated, and the heart-shattering sword art was secretly thought.

After a long time...

Inside the Mozun Pavilion, the wind was blowing, and it was quiet.

Ye Qinghong had already stood up from the ground.

The obscene clothes on her body have also been put on, and her cold temperament has returned to her whole body, except for her trembling body.

The fierce and surging eyes proved that her heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

It was already rough.

"Okay, now the toxins on your body have been washed away, this is the culprit."

Fang Yang spread his palms, and a grimace appeared in his palms.

The ghost face is all black,
Bitter cold.

Continuously forming layers of frost all around.

If it is an ordinary practitioner, if he touches this grimace, he will probably lose his mind on the spot.

But now, this grimace is like a plaything in Fang Yang's hands.

huddled together.

Trembling, like walking on thin ice, it seems particularly frightened.

It seems that he has encountered the most terrifying devil in the world.

Finally, with Fang Yang's palm clenched tightly.

This grimace let out a piercing scream, then turned into fly ash and disappeared on the spot.

Only then did Fang Yang lift up, the dark red light in his eyes gradually faded, and the sun marks between his eyebrows also gradually disappeared.

He just looked at Ye Qinghong gently.

"Now is the time to tell me what's going on?"

"Yes."

Ye Qinghong pursed his lips, came back to his senses, and told everything that happened just now.

Fang Yang sat on the throne, tapped his fingers lightly, making a crisp sound, and listened thoughtfully.

It wasn't until the end, when the whole thing was finished, that the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a cruel smile was drawn on his feet.

"Ghost Patriarch?"

"You even dare to move my apprentice?"

"Old man, he should be nailed in the coffin. Do you really think that the realm of his four-leaf dharmakaya is the same as the realm of the deity's four-leaf dharmakaya?"

He sneered.

Ye Qinghong next to him asked in astonishment.

"Master, do you know this ghost ancestor?"

"Of course this deity knows, this deity also knows that now he should go to Shadow Moon Temple, and wants to unite with others to deal with this deity together."

Fang Yang stood up, Mofa danced wildly, his eyes became dark again, like an abyss hell.

In fact, when he heard the name Yin Gui Patriarch just now, he already understood it roughly.

After all, after that night of hot spring exchange, the master of Yingyue Nunnery has become his slave.

Every day, she not only has to endure the double torment of the fairy finger and the devil finger, but also performs her master's, which is her own task.

Therefore, after returning, he invited many giants of the magic way, wanting to find out their details.

By the way, he found out who else was targeting him and wanted to make a move at the Magic Dao Ceremony.

These demon giants not only include the suzerains of various sects, but also some so-called hermit ancestors.

He had obtained the specific list a long time ago, and he knew these people well. As far as he knew, this ghost ancestor was also among them.

Decades ago, this patriarch had already ruled the Tang Kingdom, but later, in order to practice the secret method, he kept his name incognito, and only in recent years did he emerge.

I didn't expect to hit myself with the idea just after I came out, it was really daring.

Fang Yang sneered, and soon noticed Ye Qinghong's puzzled gaze, and finally said simply.

"Don't be puzzled, the reason why this deity knows the Yin Gui ancestor is because there is an old friend whom he has been friends with for a long time. That old man has a good ventriloquist, and is very accomplished in vocals."

After speaking, he didn't have any nonsense.

With a flick of the sleeve.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The bell of common life rang, echoing over the Blood Rain Sect.

Under Ye Qinghong's astonished eyes.

With black hair dancing wildly, he said indifferently.

"Whoever dares to touch my disciple, die!"

(End of this chapter)