My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 202 Hua Lianyue: Why is it still so uncomfortable?

After settling the matter at Yingyue Temple, Fang Yang naturally had no reason to stay here and planned to return to the Blood Rain Sect first.

After taking a short rest and finishing everything, he went to the capital to meet his second apprentice and the empress.

To be honest, since time travel, Fang Yang has been thinking about these five disciples the most.

He was afraid that they would have a blood feud with him and come back for revenge.

But now, he has stepped into the Three-leaf Dharma Body, coupled with the phaseless demon body, and the assistance of Xuan Tiance, even compared with the devil's peak period, it is not much different.

Therefore, the worries of the past have disappeared without a trace, replaced by deep curiosity.

He really yearns for these five female disciples who are extremely talented, stunningly beautiful, and alluring, and always wants to meet them.

But now, the eldest disciple has a deep love for him. Even if he loses his memory, he still wants to hit him on the head with a stick and knock him out, and the wedding night will be beautiful.

As for the fourth disciple, although he still hated him, he believed that if things continued like this, one day he would be able to reform his disciples.

The remaining second apprentice, third apprentice, fifth apprentice...

It is said that the third disciple has betrayed the master and has his own power outside and has never returned, while the fifth disciple has never been heard from.

What he was most curious about was this second apprentice.

The descendant of Tianshu, whose body is bound by destiny, is said to be able to predict everything.

Even as a disciple of the Demon Lord, he was able to become the empress' confidant and dominate the world.

In just a few words, sects were wiped out one after another. It is said that they have been planning for him as the master for these years.

Even Hua Lianyue and Princess Zhennan were sent over by the other party in person, and she even invited him to the capital to watch the maple leaves with the empress.

He really wanted to meet the other person and see how this ordinary person who was said to have never practiced any martial arts climbed to the top of the Heavenly Ranking.

The autumn wind rustled, blowing leaves one by one, fluttering in the cinema nunnery.

After getting out of the crisis, the girls who had been united just now naturally divided into several camps.

Princess Zhennan's eyes were full of pride, and Danfeng's eyes were shining with clear stupidity. With a confident look, she pulled her little maid and stood with Guan Qinghan.

Huang Fuling originally accepted the order and was stationed at the foot of the mountain, but now she saw something was wrong and returned, standing with her master Gong Yajun.

They are all wearing Ziyi clothes, with plump figures, and their brows and eyes reveal charm and sanctity. Under the wide Ziyi clothes are ropes and snow-white skin.

From time to time, he would cast a disdainful glance at the girls, planning to join the master and disciples in battle to resolve the evil spirits of the Demon Lord and recite the Joyful Bodhisattva Sutra together.

As for Ye Qinghong, he lost his memory due to severe damage to his soul. He is still in a trance at the moment, with his hair tied in a ponytail and his lips pursed, looking expressionless and not subject to anyone's provocation.

His plain hands tightly held the corner of his master's clothes, and he never left. Next to him was the pagoda spirit.

Only Hua Lianyue stood aside with a smile, her moon-white dress and vertical snow-white ankles blooming like lotus flowers.

Her skin was like snow, and her peach blossom eyes held a hint of calmness, as if she didn't take anything seriously.

He just silently looked at his senior sister, looking into the distance, and occasionally cast his gaze on that broad and indifferent figure. He only stayed there for a moment, and then quickly moved away, so that no one could notice.

The three forces were at war with each other, and each of them was unconvinced, especially Princess Zhennan. She wanted to maintain her dignity, but also wanted to rush forward and bite everyone.

Fang Yang looked at all this and shook his head helplessly.

Shura field, oh Shura field!
As a demon king, although he can suppress everything, it is difficult to figure out the thoughts of these women. If he interferes forcefully, it will only become more confusing.

Therefore, he didn't bother to respond.

but……

These women have experienced so many dangers with him just now. Perhaps it is time to comfort them and show their fraternity.

Fang Yang had no expression on his face and waved his palm.

clap la la...

There were gusts of wind, rustling.

Yingyue Temple is originally located in the mountains and fields, and is planted with many precious flowers and plants. When autumn comes, everything withers and falls, and the mountains and fields are covered with red.

As the wind blew, countless petals fluttered, and finally gathered into blossoming flowers.

These flowers have different shapes, and due to the influence of Fang Yang's spiritual power, they somehow become transparent.

The veins are clear, the beauty is breathtaking, and it is also full of withered beauty, just like a work of art.

It looks like blooming and withering, what a sad beauty.

The moment they saw these flowers, all the girls' eyes lit up, and they all turned their attention to Fang Yang.

All women love beauty, and they are no exception. These flowers are full of poignant beauty, and they are naturally very happy and appreciate them.

Even though Guan Qinghan is still calm and thinking about the plan to unify the demonic path, when he saw these flowers, he couldn't help but froze for a moment, clenched his fists tightly, and felt a little desire in his heart.

Ye Qinghong, on the other hand, grabbed Fang Yang's clothes and remained motionless. After hesitating for a moment, he took out another penny from his arms and held three pennies, as if he wanted to use the money to buy flowers.

"You have worked hard just now, let this be considered as compensation for you."

Fang Yang waved his hand, and bursts of wind blew by. In an instant, the flowers flew towards the girls.

It didn't take long before he landed in front of everyone.

The princess has a noble status and wealth, so she likes to show off, and there is a peony in front of her.

The little maid is the most humble and contented. She just wants to protect herself in front of the Demon Lord and her own princess, and is just a small wild white flower.

Guan Qinghan has a cold personality, and his hair is covered with silver threads, like a snow lotus.

Although Gong Yajun and Huang Fuling seem to be disciples of Buddhism and are the most sacred, eating fast and chanting Buddha's name every day, they are actually cultivating the Bodhisattva of Joy.

Smoldering!

Fang Yang originally planned to reward them with blossoming butts, but these two women liked it anyway.

But in the end, I was rewarded with two orchids.

It may seem ordinary, but it exudes a rich fragrance.

Just like the clothes on their bodies, once they are peeled off, they reveal a perfect body like mutton-fat jade, which is mesmerizing and unforgettable.

When Fang Yang distributed all the flowers, Ye Qinghong kept watching eagerly. Although his face was expressionless, there were no waves in his pupils, just like a cold pool.

Seeing that Fang Yang didn't seem to have any intention of giving it to him, he still pursed his lips and looked at Fang Yang stubbornly.

Then, one hand grabbed the corner of Fang Yang's clothes, and the other hand spread out, revealing three copper coins, which were still stained with delicate sweat.

Ye Qinghong felt quite distressed when he saw it, as if he was reluctant to hand over these few copper coins to his master.

"..."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and saw that their eldest disciple's eyes became more and more serious, and his body still exuded a touch of coldness and murderous intent.

Fang Yang finally raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of amusement on his face. To be honest, he was just teasing his apprentice on purpose.

Ye Qinghong has been making him feel deflated since his soul was severely injured and he lost his memory. He also wanted to see his eldest disciple deflated.At the very least, his eldest disciple has never shown such an expression before, which is really interesting.

Seeing Ye Qinghong's eyes becoming colder and more serious, one hand had already grasped the hilt of the Qingying Sword, and even his pursed mouth bulged.

Fang Yang finally laughed out loud and stopped teasing his eldest disciple. With a wave of his hand, a green flower fell on Ye Qinghong's hand.

Blue flowers are still quite rare, and the petals of this flower are even stained with a trace of frost, like a sharp sword, full of borrowed scenery. It was specially built by Fang Yang for his eldest disciple.

Ye Qinghong just took one look at it and liked it quite a lot. He carefully collected the flower, his fingertips emitting cyan light, protecting the entire flower to prevent it from withering or being harmed.

When Fang Yang saw this, he smiled happily and stretched out his hand to catch the few copper coins in Ye Qinghong's palm.

As a result, the next moment, Ye Qinghong's eyes tightened and he quickly put away the copper coins. There was a bit of confusion in his cold eyes, pretending to be confused and knowing nothing. Obviously, she still didn't know. I was reluctant to give up those few copper coins, so I simply planned to default on the bill.

No matter how Fang Yang asked, she remained silent. In the end, when Fang Yang was in a hurry, she just said two words with an expressionless face.

"go to bed!"

With that said, she started to pull up Fang Yang's clothes. The meaning was very simple. If she wanted to get the copper coins back, she would ask Fang Yang to sleep with her.

"..."

Fang Yang was speechless and curled up his lips, being rendered speechless by his stupid apprentice.

Facing Ye Qinghong's persistent gaze, he did not dare to say any more, for fear that his eldest disciple would disagree with him, so he picked up the Qingying Sword and hit himself on the head, knocking himself unconscious and having a wedding night.

His face was expressionless and he waved his hand.

Jingle Bell!
A crisp sound sounded, that was the sound of bells.

Then, from the bottom of the mountain, a huge flying sword flew up. Its entire body was made of black jade, it was magnificent and exuded a cold domineering aura.

It is Mo Yu Feiji who is owned by the leader of the Blood Rain Sect.

He took a step forward gently, with a tall and straight posture, and in an instant he was in the flying chase, bringing the princess and the little maid in with him.

These two people have low skills, and it is basically impossible to forcefully fly back to the Blood Rain Sect.

It's better to stay in Feihu.

As for the others, they can stay outside to avoid another Shura field with hidden swords and shadows.

That's not something you can get through easily.

Buzz!
Feixue continued to tremble, and then suddenly flew towards the sky, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Ye Qinghong followed closely without any hesitation.The same is true for Huang Fuling and Gong Yajun. They know that they have no other strengths in front of the Demon Lord, only the posture of Pu Liu and... the various magical techniques and equipment of Yingyue Temple.

It will definitely make the Demon Lord fascinated and lingering.

Therefore, he planned to look for opportunities along the way, try his best to seduce the Demon Lord, and let the Demon Lord have pleasure for a while.

Of course, even though the two women are master and apprentice, they have a deep relationship on the surface, but in reality they are swords and swords.

"Good disciple, the Demon Lord's... is too tough and cannot be controlled at your age. Why not let my master come first and guide you silently."

Gong Yajun smiled calmly, but there was a trace of majesty in his eyes. He looked at his apprentice with a smile, and the threat was quite obvious.

Facing her master's majestic gaze, Huang Fuling's expression paused, and she quickly guessed her master's thoughts and smiled happily.

"My disciple understands what Master means, but it is too hard to resolve the evil spirit of the Demon Lord and serve the Demon Lord. My disciple is willing to fight for the Master and exhaust the evil spirit of the Demon Lord."

"you!"

The two women looked at each other, refusing to give in to each other, neither of them showing any intention of backing down.

Then...

Then he cast his gaze on Ye Qinghong, looking at Ye Qinghong's cold and beautiful side face.

They all realized something was wrong.

In the end, Gong Yajun snorted coldly.

"My good disciple, there is no need for you and me to fight. This person is our biggest enemy. Now that you and I are troubled internally and externally, why not come together to the outside world first? The master and the apprentice will play the flute together to demonstrate the dual cultivation of Yin and Yang for the Demon Lord. Jue, what do you think?"

"Please listen to Master's teachings in everything, but Master, please do not eat secretly."

Huang Fuling's attitude was still so respectful, but her eyes were extremely wary, even if it was her master, she wouldn't give in.

……

In the clouds, Mo Yufei was still flying.

The girls took turns entering the Feihu to rest.

Just as Fang Yang had worried before, several people were fighting openly and secretly.

He just closed his eyes and fell asleep for a moment, when someone suddenly lifted up his black robe and wanted to massage him.

Others secretly rubbed Fang Yang's arm with graceful arcs, and after Fang Yang looked over, they pretended to be nonchalant.

along the way...

Various fragrances filled the tip of Fang Yang's nose, causing Fang Yang's head to swell and his blood to surge. The phaseless demonic body almost couldn't control it. He planned to give this Fei Zhu a shock, but in the end, he still couldn't control it. He forced himself to endure it.

……

Fei Zhu kept moving forward, flying towards the Blood Rain Sect step by step.

While the girls were fighting openly and secretly, Hua Lianyue followed Fei Zhu outside.

She was weak, and her bones had been severely damaged, making her even more fragile. She was wearing a heavy fox fur coat and holding a heater in her hand.

Looking into the distance sadly.

He looked at Feihu in front of him for a while, then paused for a moment, not knowing where to go.

The reason why she returned to the Blood Rain Sect was partly to persuade her senior sister, and partly to seek revenge from her master.

But now, the senior sister has nothing to dissuade, and revenge has no meaning. She can no longer find the way forward.

I even feel that standing here is quite redundant.

Just like in Yingyue Nunnery, the master gave each of the girls a flower that belonged to the other party, but he did not give it to her.

She understood Master very well and knew what Master meant.

after all……

The people who gave flowers were inextricably linked to Master, either they boldly showed their love to Master, or they had received Master's love.

They should have received Master's flowers.

Unlike her, who has been seeking revenge from her master, but the master has already seen this in his eyes. I am afraid he is still very wary of her, so why would he give her flowers?

She deserved it!
But why does my chest still feel so uncomfortable?
Hua Lianyue was angry and confused, and her peach blossom eyes showed a deep sense of loneliness.

(End of this chapter)