My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 125 Master and Disciple Chanting Together (Subscribe)
"Master... Master!"

The moonlight is like water, pouring down from the sky, covering Jinghu Lake, and also covering Huang Fuling covered in water drops.

At this moment, she just broke free from Fang Yang's arms, and was kneeling on the ground in the most humble posture.

Like a puppy, begging for mercy.

expresses his loyalty to his master.

I hope the owner can punish severely.

But at this time, Gong Yajun's arrival made her face full of surprise, especially the cold frost on Master's face.

Everything told her that the master was angry, very angry, and often the master in this state was already murderous.

Is it...

Master still hates Mozun for breaking my Shadow Moon Sacred Body, and thinks that it is too shameful for me, the majestic Shadow Moon Nunnery saintess to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, and lose Shadow Moon Nunnery's face?

But she did it voluntarily.

Or……

Master already knows all the truth?
This place is very close to Yingyue Nunnery, and Huang Fuling was afraid that Master might have some kind of sure-fire method that would hurt Mozun.

Standing up in a hurry, he stopped in front of the Demon Venerable, stretched out his hands, and protected the Demon Venerable behind him.

A pair of pupils, full of determination and worry.

"Master... Master, this matter has nothing to do with Mozun, everything is my own doing."

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!
The water drops fell to the ground along Huang Fuling's graceful body, smashing into pieces.

Gong Yajun didn't say a word, looking at Huang Fuling's bruises all over her body and her flushed cheeks, she gritted her silver teeth tightly.

A flame burned from within.

hateful!

The wounds on her disciple's body were even more than the last time she was in the hot spring, and her cheeks were even redder.

Obviously the punishment received is deeper and more severe.

She... so jealous!

Thinking of such a handsome, domineering, and stalwart master, just now by this mirror lake, at the foot of this Yingyue Temple, severely punishing other women.

She couldn't help being jealous.

She is the most humble slave of the Demon Lord, if she wants to kneel, she should kneel, and if she wants to punish, she should punish.

She is a master and should lead by example.

How can the apprentice go first?It is simply outrageous.

Gong Yajun took a deep breath, his eyes became colder and colder, and he just looked at his disciples coldly, with his palms slightly raised, and the Dharma image behind him was also faintly visible.

Already planning to clear the portal.

Disciples who use public tools for private purposes, use the public for personal gain, have no sense of shame, and disrespect their masters should be eliminated directly.

To prevent the other party from continuing to rob the owner...

Just when Gong Yajun was about to make a move, the big sun in his mind suddenly rushed towards Ziyue.

With just one click, Gong Yajun fell to his knees instantly.

The body twitched slightly.

A burst of extreme pain, mixed with a vague and strange feeling, exploded in her body.

It was almost unbearable for her. The dharma form behind her instantly shattered and cracked, turning into nothingness, and just dissipated between heaven and earth.

Let her only rely on her flesh to bear it hard.

His face became paler and paler.

The moonlight was diffuse, and sprinkled on her Ziyi. The translucent Ziyi perfectly wrapped her round body.

A pair of jade legs are placed behind the buttocks due to kneeling on the ground.

Exudes a faint brilliance.

pain!It hurts so much!
Gong Yajun raised his head, just in time to meet Fang Yang's cold eyes, like an abyss of hell, without any emotion.

When people take a look at it, they can't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Feeling utter fear.

"Master Gongan, do you still remember what I said to you last time? What is your identity in front of this deity?"

Fang Yang spoke indifferently.

There is no wave in the pupil.

Just now, he took advantage of the purple moon that the devil pointed to in his mind.

Immortal value, healing injuries, bringing extreme joy.

And the devil finger, as the name suggests, is a punishment method that can make life worse than death.

last time?identity?
Huang Fuling was still astonished at why her master suddenly knelt on the ground.

As a result, when he heard this sentence at this time, he became more and more confused, not knowing what the Demon Lord meant.

Could it be that……

Mozun secretly met with his master?

what time is thisHow has she never heard of it?
Huang Fuling's face was full of confusion, and before she could react, she saw her master who had always been indifferent and cruel to any man in the nunnery.

He just knelt on the ground like this.

Dissipate skill.

The snow-white jade knees pressed against the cold and hard stone ground, and then slowly bowed down, the waist as thin as a willow branch slumped, and the peach-like buttocks slightly raised.

Because the scale is too vast, even Ziyi can hardly cover it, and it is so tight that it is covered with a layer of water mist.

Let Ziyi, which is already hazy and translucent, become more transparent.

Such taboo clothes are obviously close to the Bodhisattva...

It smacks of blasphemy.

Then...

Under Huang Fuling's shocking gaze, her master just raised his body slightly and crawled towards Mozun bit by bit.

Biting his lips, his eyes were full of humiliation.

The beautiful face endowed with charm by the years was full of grief and indignation, crawling over bit by bit.

If it was an outsider, they would definitely think that Gong Yajun must be furious at this moment.

But Huang Fuling is Gong Yajun's direct disciple after all, and he knows his master well.

Therefore, it is very clear that there is still a trace of joy in Master's resentful eyes.

Peeping the leopard in the tube!

The joy in Master's eyes now may have already set off waves of waves in his heart.

She...is so shameless!
The words that suddenly came to Huang Fuling's heart, he saw his master getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer.

In such a humiliating manner, he climbed up in front of the Demon Lord, knelt at the Demon Lord's feet, and even rubbed his cheek against the Demon Lord's leg!

Master!

Damn you! ! !
For some reason, Huang Fuling wanted to kill her teacher, and she felt an endless sense of crisis in her heart.

This sense of crisis was much stronger than when she faced Ye Qinghong and the princess.

The concubine is just a stupid woman, and Ye Qinghong is also a tsundere little girl, neither of them can be regarded as a great enemy.

Only her own master, the master of the contemporary Shadow Moon Temple, brought her a great sense of oppression.

after all……

All her charms are taught by Master, and Master will only be more unpredictable than her.

In addition, the nunnery master will have unique skills passed down from generation to generation, and if he uses it a little, he may be able to completely confuse the demon king.

Then...

To drive her out, so that she can't even occupy the Mozun.

Endless crises rolled in, causing Huang Fuling to bite her lips slightly, her beautiful eyes revealing a look of hesitation.

But at this time, Fang Yang's black robe Lie Lie just stared coldly at Gong Yajun who was kneeling on the ground, looking at the graceful and exaggerated curves of the other party that gradually rose from the waist.

My heart is boiling hot.

The head started to swell and hurt again.

It was hard to press the invisible magic body to activate again.

It is worthy of being a master and apprentice handed down in one continuous line!
Leprechaun!

Still old waves!
Huang Fuling is already quite good at it, but Gong Yajun is even better than her.

Moreover, since Ziyue and the shadow were completely integrated into his body just now, he has been able to clearly feel the emotions of Huang Fuling and Gong Yajun.

Don't look at the sad and indignant look of this woman...

In fact, deep down, even longing, joy in her heart.

Then when he activated the devil finger just now, the other party couldn't wait.

It is really……

Very hungry.

Under his cold, sharp eyes.

Gong Yajun just raised his head slowly, his plump red lips were biting tightly, his eyes were like spring water, and his eyes were full of water lines, with a look of grief, indignation and helplessness.

"This... the master of the nunnery, will always be the slave of the Demon Lord! Please the Demon Lord flog him as a punishment."

After saying this, Gong Yajun even shed tears in humiliation, but he was extremely proud in his heart, and even gave his apprentice a light look.

There is no doubt that her sad and indignant appearance was naturally staged.

As the head of Yingyue Nunnery, her charm skills have long been at the pinnacle, and she knows very well how to manipulate a man's mind.

At her age, her body is already ripe, just like a peach, plump and juicy, and it is not suitable to learn from those young women, she is so pitiful.

What she has the most advantage is actually her identity as the head of the Shadow Moon Nunnery.

Men like to conquer.

That being the case, I might as well push the boat with the flow and use grief and indignation to make this sense of conquest stronger.

This is her real plan.

Fang Yang was restless, looking at Gong Yajun who was kneeling on the ground with eyes full of humiliation, the tyrannical feeling of wanting to tear everything apart became stronger.

This sense of tyranny comes from the formless demon body, and also from his own most primitive desires.

Pfft!
At this time, seeing the situation is not good.

Huang Fuling knelt on the ground in an instant, and the red bell jingled, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

And her body also bowed into an arc, lying gracefully and leisurely in front of Fang Yang's other leg.

Compared with Gong Yajun's, it lacks a touch of charm, but has more vitality and restlessness.

"Mozun, the master of Yingyue Nunnery is the master of the slave family. He taught the slave family the supreme exercises from a young age, and the grace of dripping water should be repaid by the spring. Not to mention the supreme master's kindness. The teacher's faults should be borne by the disciples. If the master really offends you, I beg you to be merciful and merciful, and let the master stop being your slave. Lingnu, I am willing to bear all the anger of the demon master, and I will be severely punished by the demon master..."

The affectionate words are so decisive and generous.

Gong Yajun was taken aback for a moment, but he was in a daze. When he realized it, he couldn't help but tremble all over his body, and there was a terrifying murderous intent emanating from his body.

Evil!

It's outrageous!

At my own age, I finally met my real son, yet this villain still wants to kill him.

And she said such green tea words so innocently, which made her a little unexpected.

Can't help but sigh with emotion.

however……

For the sake of the master, she must endure.

Thinking of this, Gong Yajun took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Looking at his apprentice with a gentle face, his eyes are full of love.

"Disciple, I am Master Ni. In my eyes, you are just like a child. How can there be a master in the world who makes disciples suffer?"

"Besides, you and I are both people who worship the Buddha. There is a saying in Buddhism, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

"My nunnery master, I am willing to become the most humble slave and chant scriptures for the demon king for the rest of my life."

With trembling hands, she gently took off the Ziyi on her body, revealing her perfect figure like suet jade.

The breeze is shining, and the moon is shining brightly.

The water in Jinghu Lake was still slightly rippling, setting off layers of waves.

It is also like a mirror, reflecting a work of art.

I saw Gong Yajun's Ziyi under his clothes.

It turned out to be... empty.

There are only rough hemp ropes, which are restrained wantonly, leaving red marks.

That sense of humiliation was even more shocking than Huang Fuling's red bell.

Huang Fuling's eyes widened, full of astonishment.

Fang Yang was also really surprised. He didn't expect that the seemingly cold and majestic Master of Yingyue Nunnery could put down his figure so much.

The last time she proposed to make Gong Yajun a slave at the hot spring lake in the back mountain of the Blood Rain Sect, it was just to humiliate him.

As a result, it seems that it is in the opponent's arms.

Make the other party miserable.

Noticing the surprise in Huang Fuling's eyes, Gong Yajun couldn't help but feel a little bit of complacency in her beautiful eyes.

Outlaws!If you want to tease me, you should be younger!
She snorted coldly and dismissed it.

And Huang Fuling's sense of crisis has become more and more intense, she knows that her master is already desperate.

"Mozun, I beg you to release Master Nujia, Nujia is willing to become a slave."

"Mozun, please let my apprentice go, my nunnery master, I am willing to be punished by you in any way."

"let me."

"I come!"

"..."

A pair of masters and apprentices scrambled over each other, neither willing to let the other fall into the clutches of each other, so they looked like masters and apprentices deeply in love.

Only Fang Yang watched all this coldly with black lines all over his head.

Goblins, two goblins!
Harm the country and the people, do all kinds of evil.

Once one is released, it will definitely harm the common people.

As the Demon Lord, he has the responsibility and obligation to take the pair of goblins back as his slaves and severely punish them so that they will be more honest and not as presumptuous as before.

So, amidst the quarrels, he snorted coldly.

"To shut up!"

The cold voice echoed by the mirror lake.

Gong Yajun, Huang Fuling closed her mouth immediately, and kept silent like a cicada, not daring to say another word.

But even more humble lying on the ground.

The graceful and seductive arc is more and more thrilling, and they are still comparing secretly.

"You two, master and apprentice, one sneaked into the Blood Rain Sect secretly and became an undercover agent, trying to spy on the greatest secret of my Blood Rain Sect, while the other was arrogant and wanted to assassinate the deity. Both are unforgivably guilty, and deserve the most severe punishment."

Swish!
Upon hearing the word "punishment", Huang Fuling and Gong Yajun's eyes lit up instantly, a little impatiently.

And Fang Yang snorted coldly.

"However, this deity thinks kindness. Seeing that you two are so... No! For the sake of loyalty, this deity still decides to give you a chance to become my slaves, to worship Buddha and chant sutras for this deity every day, to dispel evil spirits."

"However, Wen Wu is the first, and Wu Wu is the second."

"I heard that the scriptures of Yingyue Nunnery are unparalleled in the world. You two, one is a saint and the other is the master of the nunnery. I think you are quite proficient in the way of worshiping Buddha,"

"It's been a long night. Tonight, this place is so quiet, but this deity is full of evil spirits and needs to be resolved in time. You two slaves will chant scriptures for this deity one by one and pay homage to the Buddha. After that, we will play a duet together."

"I want to see who is stronger and who is weaker, whose Dharma is more profound."

"Perhaps... I can get more love from my deity."

"So, who comes first?"

Fang Yangmo danced wildly, and his black robe was hunting. He glanced over and looked at the two kneeling on the ground.

(End of this chapter)