My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 119 Two Women Fight Under the Table (Subscribe)

Flying inside, the sound of killing and cutting can be heard everywhere.

This dense sword energy also spread to the outside.

Yuan Heng stood outside the fly, in order to prevent others from hearing the sound, or seeing that the fly was broken, he kept vibrating.

Painfully guarding the door alone.

No one is allowed to come near.

At this time, he also felt this murderous aura, and his eyes lit up.

it is good!
very good!

very good!
It seems that there is a killing inside, and it is best to kill a river of blood.

This devil is simply in the air, and he still wants to enjoy the blessings of all people and conquer the Shura field.

I don't even want to see if I have that ability.

The people who have conquered the Shura field all the time are either extremely handsome, or have the appearance of an emperor, capable of sweeping the world.

Why is this demon...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but froze, expressionless, and couldn't help but glanced around.

Noticing that many female followers of the Devil's Cult rubbed their jade legs under their skirts, they glanced this way from time to time.

His eyes are full of envy.

It seems that I can't wait to jump directly into the fly
Eyes full of longing and fanaticism.

Afterwards, when they saw him standing in front of the fly, they all looked like they had swallowed a fly, which seemed rather unappetizing.

"Devil, you really deserve to die!"

Yuan Heng gritted his teeth.

The joy that had arisen in my heart just now has disappeared without a trace.

He suddenly thought of a question.

Rumor has it that the devil's five disciples have already been harmed by him.

Moreover, these five female apprentices are like sisters, and their feelings are very deep.

Since these five people can get along very well and there is no Shura field, there should be no shortage of Huang Fuling.

Thinking of the monster's perverted hobbies and all kinds of messy methods.

He couldn't help feeling distraught.

This sword energy...

Could it be that the devil is up to something new, right?

At that time...wouldn't the one who suffers become Poria?
Miscalculation!He should have forced the golden soft armor through just now.

Yuan Heng's heart ached.

Within the fly, Ye Qinghong had already emerged from Fang Yang's arms, sitting indifferently, the Qingying Sword lying across her knees spun around her, and let out bursts of cicadas chirping.

The sword rhyme is condensed, and the white frost is splashed.

She just stared at Huang Fuling coldly, and then spoke after a long time.

"What was the sound just now?"

"I don't know, maybe it was just flying through the air, causing the wind to shake, which made such a sound."

"Hall Master Ye, are you a little too sensitive? With such a personality, you can't serve the Demon Lord."

With an innocent face, Huang Fuling explained softly.

A look that has nothing to do with himself.

Under the table, in the curtain.

The sensual jade feet in black silk were still provocative in Fang Yang's hands, rippling slightly.

Like a naughty child, tireless.

Fang Yang, on the other hand, remained expressionless from the beginning to the end, and occasionally glanced at his big apprentice Ye Qinghong.

The leprechaun!
Too presumptuous!

Now it is in the air, and there are too many people around, so it is not easy to teach.

Otherwise, he would have to ruthlessly use the canons of the Devil's Cult.

The air was quiet for a long time, Ye Qinghong remained expressionless, looking at Huang Fuling coldly.

"But listen, it's not like Gang Feng!"

"Then what does hall master Ye think it looks like? It can't be... the sound of clothes being broken? With the future wife of the sect master sitting here, I'm so brave, I don't dare to have an affair with the sect master in public."

Huang Fuling was wronged.

The toes teased slightly again.

As a Demon Lord, Fang Yang is naturally not afraid of these things, but he is still a little nervous.

after all……

Now the great apprentice has just turned his hatred into great love, if he sees this admiration.

Who knows if it will be instantly demonized because of that deformed love, and she will not be able to pull it back.

"Of course I don't doubt Master's character, but I don't know if other people will deliberately seduce."

"As for whether there is an affair, you can tell at a glance."

Saying that, Ye Qinghong got up abruptly, and the Qingying sword rested on the tablecloth, with the sword's aura, it seemed that the tablecloth would be torn apart in the next moment.

But in the end, after a moment of silence, it floated outside and slightly opened the curtain.

The wind is raging outside!

It slapped on the fly, making a clattering sound.

It's really not much different from just now.

But at this time, Ye Qinghong sat down, his eyes were slightly cold, and his pupils were like frost.

Afterwards, she naturally leaned in the arms of her master.

"It seems that I did hear wrong just now."

Hearing this, Huang Fuling breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, she was really nervous just now, for fear that she was too provocative, this Shocking Sword, without saying a word, just drew out the sword and slashed out.

At that time, it will be completely Muggle.

Just now, it was really dangerous, almost hanging on the edge of a cliff.

However, she still didn't want to change.

Just like that, while massaging, she put her feet in Fang Yang's arms and gently tore the stockings.

Let Fang Yang play with it.

Fang Yang, on the other hand, was always expressionless, suppressing his own formless demon body. By the way, he was deeply moved by the ability of this goblin to seduce people's souls.

The situation finally stabilized.

The curtain under the table was secretly lifted again.

Another little foot was secretly touching his other hand.

After Ye Qinghong stood up just now, he no longer forced him to wrap his arms around his waist.

Therefore, it is possible to let him take time out.

Unexpectedly, as soon as it was pulled out, Huang Fuling seized the opportunity and wanted to stuff both of her beautiful feet.

It is really bullying the apprentice too much.

It made him a little bit uncomfortable.

Fang Yang snorted coldly, grabbed the little foot with his backhand, and was about to punish Huang Fuling a little.

But soon realized something was wrong.

The foot in his right hand is slightly smaller than Huang Fuling's foot in his left hand.

Moreover, because Huang Fuling is more plump, the jade foot is also more sensual, and it is very comfortable to hold, while this little foot looks a little thinner and cold.

Like a stubborn sword.

And the most important thing is that Huang Fuling, a goblin, practiced charming skills, and she was bold.

Therefore, after Yuzu stretched out into his hand, he felt restless and kept teasing her.

And this little foot has been tense since it was stuffed into his hand, and the toes are hooked together, obviously very nervous.

He glanced down, just in time to see the blue socks, and then looked at his eldest apprentice.

It was found that Ye Qinghong was lying in his arms, expressionless, cold sideways, no waves in the pupils, but the sword was tightly clenched in both hands.

There are some tiny blue veins on the back of the hand.

The crystal clear earlobe was so red that it could almost drip blood.

"My apprentice is not weaker than others in his life."

Fang Yang sighed, feeling a little affectionate, gently comforting Ye Qinghong's little feet, not wanting to play with them.

And the other hand severely punished Huang Fuling, the goblin, and even secretly used the secret magic fairy finger.

Huang Fuling bit her lips tightly and said nothing.

Just like that, Fang Yang clasped his hands and feet. Ye Qinghong was a little nervous at first, but seeing the gentleness of the master, the nervousness disappeared without a trace.

But more and more shy.

Her cheeks were red and hot, almost melting the ice in her eyes.

Just now, in order to protect the master, or because of the momentary battle of loyalty.

She kept competing with Huang Fuling.

He didn't realize that he had made so many ridiculous actions, if these things spread.

What should her junior sisters think of her?

But... Master is really gentle.

Just like that, Huang Fuling and Ye Qinghong were lying in Fang Yang's arms, carrying out their own little tricks.

It was a calm and calm outside.

Under the table, everyone is thinking about it.

In this quiet and hazy atmosphere, such a scene will almost last forever.

until……

Ye Qinghong was a little uncomfortable lying on the ground, and wanted to change his posture, but his little feet moved unconsciously, breaking away from Fang Yang's restraint, and just bumped into Huang Fuling's feet.

Quiet, dead still...

The whole world seemed to be quiet.

Ye Qinghong and Huang Fuling froze at the same time.

Huang Fuling was in a daze for a long time before she finally came to her senses and looked at Ye Qinghong in disbelief.

It seems that he didn't expect that the famous Bingshan Sword God and proud swordsman of the Blood Rain Sect would be able to play such tricks.

Facing these astonished gazes, Ye Qinghong was a little guilty at first, but soon stubbornly stared at him.

His eyes were cold, and he looked unwilling to admit defeat.

finally……

The two of them looked away and separated their feet from each other, as if what happened just now had never happened.

Moreover, they tacitly distanced themselves from each other so that the embarrassing thing just now wouldn't happen again.

After a long time, Ye Qinghong's side face became more and more red, and his originally pursed lips also bit together.

It's really embarrassing!
Finally, I couldn't stay here any longer.

He got up and walked out, and when he was about to reach the door, he seemed to think of something.

Putting the Qingying Sword in his hand on the table, he said coldly.

"Take good care of my master, if anyone dares to offend the master, or disrespect the master, you can kill him with a sword!"

After finishing speaking, she flew out without even daring to turn her head, as if she had lost the battle and fled.

When she left Feizhu, the violent wind blew on her cheeks, and also blew her three thousand hairs.

That faint coldness made her gradually wake up, and her cheeks were no longer as hot as before.

Almost burned my brain out.

Master... is inhumane, and has been pretending all these years.It's just... out of love for me, I hug myself and comfort me gently.

Thinking about it, after I left, Master would definitely reject Huang Hufa coldly, and even severely punish him, so that Huang Hufa would know the fate of provoking Master.

No matter how bad it is, there is also the supervisor of Qingyingjian. This sword already has a sword spirit. He has always liked the master very much, and he is also very stingy.If this Guardian Huang continues to seduce, Qingyingjian will definitely not stand by.

Therefore, even if I come out to calm down, I won't leave any hidden dangers.

Ye Qinghong silently calculated in his heart, confirmed that there was nothing negligent, and then flew away into the distance with a cold face.

I plan to explore the road ahead and return later.

Yuan Heng looked at Ye Qinghong's flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and shyness in his eyebrows when he first came out.

He seemed to have guessed what happened in the flying drive just now, and couldn't help gnashing his teeth.

Sure enough, my guess just now was correct.

That demon is enjoying the blessing of being equal to others, and as for the wisps of sword energy, it may be the demon's despicable and shameless means.

Like... all kinds of tools,

Beast!
He didn't even spare his apprentices.

Such a devil is simply everyone who can get it and kill him.

He gritted his teeth, furious, and looked at Ye Qinghong's back, but was shocked to find that Ye Qinghong's sword was not behind his back.

In this case, it is stored in the fly.

His face suddenly turned pale when he tried to be the devil's cruel means.

"Poria..."

He murmured, his heart pierced like a knife.

……

Flying out for a moment non-stop darting forward.

internal!

With Ye Qinghong gone, only Fang Yang, Huang Fuling, and Qingyingjian remained in this luxurious interior.

Just as Ye Qinghong thought, the Qingying Sword was very happy to Fang Yang, buzzing and trembling, it suddenly got into Fang Yang's arms, and the hilt of the sword was still acting coquettishly, rubbing against Fang Yang's cheek.

It seems to be pleasing, looking forward to.

Huang Fuling noticed this scene and found it quite interesting. She seemed to think that there was no obstacle for Ye Qinghong to leave.

Then he quietly stuffed a obscene garment into Fang Yang's hands, it was the fox fur obscene garment exuding a faint fragrance.

Fang Yang was stunned for a moment, then swept towards the other party, and found that Huang Fuling's upper body was well dressed in obscene clothes, he couldn't help being even more shocked.

The non-phase demon body runs automatically.

Magma-like blood flowed through his body.

So wild and unrestrained.

His eyes were scarlet and his veins popped.

The billowing scorching breath spread to the surroundings.

Clang!
The clear and crisp sword chant sounded.

The Qingying Sword shot out in all directions, and flew towards Huang Fuling suddenly, aiming at Huang Fuling vigilantly, as if it had already sensed something.

Just like the little spy left behind by Ye Qinghong.

They are always monitoring their every move, and if there is any abnormality, they will be separated.

Seeing this admiration, Fang Yang burst into laughter, forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and stretched out his palm.

The Qingying Sword obediently flew into his hand.

It seems to recall something, very happy.

There were bursts of sword noises.

In fact, Fang Yang knew why Qingyingjian liked him so much.

On the one hand, he is in control of the full version of the Shocking God Sword, and on the other hand, it is the Xuan Tiance aura in his body, this kind of aura is really too attractive to spiritual beings.

It can even nourish spiritual consciousness.

Under such circumstances, a spiritual object like the Shocking God Sword would naturally never forget it.

"For the sake of being with my apprentice for so many years, I will reward you once."

Fang Yang calmed down, holding the sword, the majestic spiritual power surged out, and soon penetrated the body of the Qingying Sword.

The Qingying Sword became more and more joyful, and the sword trembled continuously, greedily absorbing Xuan Tiance's breath.

I was very excited and excited at the beginning, but soon realized that something was wrong.

This kind of breath is rolling and flowing like magma, which has exceeded its ability to bear.

Not long after, the Qingying Sword wobbled and fell on the table with a clang.

Seeing this, Fang Yang was stunned for a moment, not knowing what was going on, but he soon realized that he was now a phaseless demon body, and the aura of Xuan Tiance in his body would naturally become more violent.

Just forgot to converge.

"This……"

He shook his head in embarrassment. He didn't expect the sword spirit to pass out after passing on the skills twice.

While weeping endlessly.

Huang Fuling, who had been sitting next to him, bowed her body, winking like silk.

"The demon king purposely let the sword spirit fall asleep. He must be extremely exhausted and dissatisfied with my massage. It seems that I should use new massage techniques and work harder."

talking...

A gust of wind blew up Fang Yang's black robe.

(End of this chapter)