The cause of cultivating immortals is on my shoulders, and my junior sister is the leader.

Chapter 21 A disciple or an old acquaintance?

The man's slender fingers grasped her wrist, seemingly gentle and weak, but in fact, she couldn't move at all.

Song Qinghe gritted his teeth and squeezed out each word, with an undisguised coldness in his eyes in the darkness.

She, the majestic god of war, was actually held in the arms of a man and made love to each other!
If the spiritual power was still there, I would have overthrown this rude disciple with one palm!
"Master Yue Sect is a decent person after all. Why would he be so shameless when he breaks into a woman's boudoir in the middle of the night?"

There was a chuckle in his ears, and he was hugged and took a few steps forward to sit on the bed, and she was pulled to fall on the bed together.

"Qinghe, you just forgot about me. I'm really sad."

The slightly rising tail note doesn't sound sad at all, but full of fun.

"Have you forgotten what happened to us before?"

The shackled woman's blue shirt was messy and the tips of her ears were red. She was carefully recalling the memory of her original body.

Although she felt that the man was familiar, she could not recall the story with him at all, and she was stunned.

"Master Yue Sect, what kind of talk are you talking about? Can you let go of your hands and let's have a good chat?"

Song Qinghe, who tried to escape from the clutches of the devil, was caught back again.

Yue Feizi curled her lips and smiled, and a trace of interest flashed in her narrow peach blossom eyes.

"No, dear Qinghe, I haven't seen you for a long time. Don't you miss me in your heart? We didn't just hold each other on the bed..."

The more he said it, the more outrageous it became, and Song Qinghe's jade neck turned red.

"Master Yue Sect, my memory is damaged and I can't remember many things. Don't make an issue out of this."

Humiliated by the man's undisguised words, Song Qinghe hurriedly gritted his teeth and interrupted what he wanted to say, almost breaking his back molars.

Unexpectedly, the evil-minded man did not let go, and directly laid her down on the bed, trapping her between his arms.

She didn't know when this man tapped her acupoints, and she couldn't exert any strength. At this moment, she just felt like a sheep trapped and had to be slaughtered by this man.

"Xiao Qinghe, you are really cool. How about I help you recall how close we were before?"

After saying that, Yue Feizi buried her head in the woman's neck, absorbing the faint lotus fragrance from her body.

Those cunning eyes were full of fun.

"Yue Feizi, please kill me. A scholar cannot be killed. If you don't kill me, I will definitely kill you in the future."

Song Qinghe's originally lazy voice turned cold, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Just looking at him expressionlessly, it was like looking at a dead person.

As soon as the words fell, the man buried in his neck was stunned. After thinking for a few seconds, he raised his head and smiled.

"We were like this before. You said I was your favorite person, and now you say you want to kill me. Have you changed your mind?"

The man with a hint of affection between his eyebrows straightened up and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down lovingly at the indifferent woman on the bed.

The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and he looked heartbroken, as if he was really a weak man who had been abandoned by his young lady.

Three black lines were drawn on Song Qinghe's forehead.

"Yue Feizi, don't fool me by saying this. Although I don't remember it, I can still tell the truth from what you said. Be careful to play with fire and burn yourself."

The man whose name was called looked like an opera actor, his expression relaxed and relaxed, and he looked at her innocently.

"Xiao Qinghe, what do you mean? Do you want to deny all our previous feelings?" "Stop talking nonsense. If we really love each other, will you let me go to Guiyun Sect and suffer all this torture?" If there is a drama, I don’t want to act with you.”

Immediately, the man's figure swayed a little, and he stretched out a hand from his long sleeves to hold his forehead, with a dazed look on his face.

He looked at the culprit with a somewhat distracted look.

"You drugged me?"

"You are bullying me, but you are not a poison that can be cured by Ding Xiangshe."

"Xiao Qinghe, you are so cruel..."

Yue Feizi covered her heart with her hands as cold as jade, her face full of pain, but she still had a smile on her lips.

"Master Yue, since I said that I have forgotten it, even if I have forgotten it, I advise you not to deceive me with this. You also know the toxicity of Dingxiangshe. If you don't take the antidote within half an hour, you will Your whole body will rot and die in an instant, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to keep your handsome appearance.”

As she spoke, she rubbed her acupuncture points, sat up and distanced herself from the man.

"Xiao Qinghe, I really didn't lie. There is a birthmark on your left shoulder that looks like a lotus pattern. You can see for yourself whether what I said is true."

Yue Feizi raised his eyes and looked at the woman with a smile.

Song Qinghe was stunned for a moment and then frowned.

Could this damn man know this by secretly watching her take a bath?
You can't really have a relationship with him!

Seeing his despicable smile, Song Qinghe gave up his thoughts. This must be the disciple who likes to spy on the boudoir ladies!
"Master Yue, I didn't expect you to have such a hobby of spying on women taking baths. You are really good at telling nonsense. Could it be that the girl Yunhuai next to you was also tricked by you?"

Song Qinghe retorted, not liking men at all.

During the day, she also saw that girl Yunhuai was respectful with a hint of dependence, and was indifferent to others. It was reasonable to think so.

Yue Feizi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

His eyes narrowed in joy, and a gentle laughter echoed between the two of them.

"Xiao Qinghe, are you jealous? Do you want to bring up my sister Yue Yunhuai to make a case? Apart from you, I have never changed my heart. I am not as cruel as the ruthless Xiao Qinghe. "

Song Qinghe pursed his lips and frowned, looking unkindly at the man who was gradually turning pale.

This damn man was smiling playfully even when he was about to die!
She had never seen such a brazen person!
"Yue Feizi, if you continue to talk nonsense and don't say anything useful, you can just wait here to die. I am very happy to see your face rotten and your body full of ulcers."

The man blinked in cooperation. There was no trace of fear in his smiling eyes, but his mouth was very cooperative.

"Then I'm so scared, Xiao Qinghe. Even if I tell you the truth, you don't believe it. In order to help me get the Guiyun Heart Sutra, you volunteered to go to the Guiyun Sect to steal the Heart Sutra, and under the pretense of stalking Luo Yanshang. In order to lurk in the Guiyun Sect, how else would you know a poisonous weed like Mo Danqing?"

Yue Feizi said slowly, with a look of regret on his face.

He looked at the woman's serious look lovingly, and turned his fingertips slightly in the corner that was not easy to detect.

"Mo Danqing?"

Song Qinghe looked calm on the surface, but was still a little shocked in his heart.

Why is this memory not in my mind?
The Yuan Dancao picked by Qing Yun was mistakenly picked as Mo Danqing. I thought that it was just a mistake. This thought was indeed a bit strange.

But Song Qinghe is a useless spiritual bone, how can he know the spiritual grass?

(End of this chapter)