Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

How to frighten my apprentice, how to overthrow my apprentice...... These problems are actually not a problem.

Ji Yunlai found out that pushing his apprentice was actually as easy as his apprentice pushing him.

Sucking exchange, tongue hooking slowly, the disciple's thick eyelashes blinked and fell to the bottom of his heart like a butterfly, making it itch.

That kind of sweet satisfaction is far from comparable in dreams.

He could even easily feel Xiaoqing's physical touch with him.

When the lips parted, a trace of mucus slipped from the mouth.

He gently lifted his apprentice's chin, sneered and ridiculed, and asked, "Dare to do the things in your dreams again?"

Xiao Qing's face was blank for a while, and then completely red. Of course he remembered how beautiful and holy it was under the black clothes before Master’s eyes, and how fascinating it was. Just thinking about it, it was like drinking a thousand years of wine. , Indulge yourself.

But he was uncertain whether it was a temptation, a request, or a confession?

"Master," he called out softly, softly and with a deep smile, he said, "It is a dream that wakes up, and all students are willing."

Ji Yunlai snorted softly: "Then don't play such tricks!"

He casually stuffed the stone into the palm of his hand, turned and left.

Feng Qingxiu was stunned for a while.

When Ji Yun came back to the room, he lay down on the couch with satisfaction, holding his head and smiling.

It's exciting to run after teasing.

Although he wants to rectify the Fa on the spot, Xiaoqing still has a bit of discipline. To climb, Xiaoqing climbs over. He is an old man again in charge of the respected master, so how can he be sent to the door without discipline?

If Xiaoqing really didn't want to, wouldn't he be forced? How bad it is, it will leave a psychological shadow on people.

Anyway, I gave Xiaoqing a cruel one today. With his personality, it is the earliest possible thing to figure out. I have been single for a thousand years. Are you afraid to wait for these few days?

Ji Yun came to close his eyes, ready to dream.

However, for a long time in the dream, he didn't see Xiaoqing coming. He opened his eyes slightly displeased, his mind swept away, just wanting to see what Xiaoqing was doing but didn't come.

But for the next second, Xiaoqing walked over silently holding a quilt.

Ji Yunlai raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's the matter?"

"You gave me this stone, didn't you just let me come over." Feng Qingxiu raised her eyes to look at him, with anxious and shy expression, "In this case, it is better to be respectful than fate, don't dislike it."

Ji Yunlai was about to praise his apprentice for his kindness, but suddenly raised his head: "Wait here."

After speaking, he got up and left.

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Outside of Kun-Lai, it was late at night, but I saw golden light rushing from the distance, like a morning glow, but in an instant, it was within Kun-Lai thousands of miles, shining thousands of mountains like day, and the sky was visible.

Someone from the monks of the peaks faintly gathered the true essence in his eyes, and he could see a huge golden crow full of fire, flying from a distance, wherever the light came, illuminating all the space in the eye.

Ji Mingyu walked out of the room, looked at the golden crow in the distance, said that it was annoying to disturb people's dreams, yawned, and went back to the room.

"Sister Mingyu, wait," a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl grabbed her sleeves, her face was shocked and curious, her voice was crisp, like a yellow oriole, "Is that a three-legged crow? It was really Houyi shot down. Bird?"

"That is the Great Sage of the Demon Race with the blood of the Golden Crow. He lives in the extreme west, and often uses the real fire of the sun to trade with us." Huang Wei, one of the Seven Shows of the year, fell in love at first sight and determined to become like this. The big beautiful bird, the first thing he does every day when he goes out is to brush his black crow feathers into golden. Ji Mingyu thought about it casually, and looked at the girl's amazed expression again. After returning to the room to rest, she would continue to have fun in that Taoist seed!

The things her father gave her were so good, there were souls in it that were reincarnations of their own. It was simply a world, and she had to be familiar with its functions.

However, the Great Sage of the Monster Race usually comes to find his father. Is there any major event at this late hour?

Although it doesn't need to be familiar, it seems to be all.

"That's it," the girl glanced twice, feeling that she couldn't bear the pressure, and went back to the room with her, but she couldn't calm her down. After a while, she couldn't help but ask, "Sister Mingyu, you know Kun-Lai must have grown up with so much, right?"

"Yes." Ji Mingyu replied casually.

"Then, is the senior brother Qiao Long who came today also from Kun-Lai?" the girl couldn't help asking again.

"I've never been from Kun-Lai, and I'm the same as you." Ji Mingyu closed his eyes and continued to look at his new toy. "Go to sleep, you will take the Daojing test tomorrow. You have already missed a subject and you can't make up the exam. But it's troublesome."

The girl turned pale, almost crying, and she didn't want to ask questions anymore.

He just vaguely looked at Ji Mingyu's beautiful face, envy and jealous.

She didn’t know how she could put it in a book. She had passed the college entrance examination in the last life. She accidentally heard in the group that there was a stallion in Jinjiang who wrote very strangely. After a curious look, she found that The author's title is Kun-Lai, but he writes about how a young man destroyed various immortals and established the dynasty Daxuan to unify the human race. Kun-Lai is the biggest villain in the book.

Later, she encountered an accident, and when she woke up, she was already a baby girl who had fallen to the ground and was born in a small country farmhouse in Xizhou.

When she heard the name of Kun-Lai, she still thought about how to hold the protagonist's thigh, how to cultivate into the immortal way, and even thought of where there is a secret treasure.

Then she heard all kinds of things the storytellers were blowing, and then she knew that Daxuan had already perished, and Kun-Lai had recovered from that year, and she was still the real master of Xizhou—this story is not right! !

When she was ten years old, she also participated in the selection of dragons and phoenixes. When she saw the magnificent Feilai Peak, she really understood that this world is not a joke at all, and she wants to become a **** and return to this world.

Who knows how hard the outer door is!

Learn to practice and sleep every day, you can only choose two of the three!

If it were not for the daily supply of spiritual rice, she felt that she would die suddenly.

But some people have no problem at all. For example, Ji Mingyu, who lives in the same room with her, never forgets to draw inferences about her experience. It is more common for her than eating. She can also take her spare tire to study when she is free. The teachers didn't say anything about her, and there was time to teach what they didn't understand.

But, even so, she could hardly resist.

Here is the college entrance examination every day!

But let her give up, not reconciled, just eat the most common spiritual rice for a few months, let her skin like jade, exhale like blue, feel more agile and concentrated, and the basic method of cultivation will not be more than one month. Without the force of gravity, you can jump in the air in two or three sections like the light work of Jiansan.

Longevity, the real longevity road, how can it be lost like this? How willing?

She bit her lip and asked in a low voice, "Mingyu, shall we meet that Senior Brother Qiao tomorrow? There is a Kun-Lai Peak master who comes to see him every day. I heard that he is asking the apprentice of Jianfeng Peak Master. It must have a bright future. If you make him, you will be able to help us a lot in the future."

Ji Mingyu chuckled and did not answer.

The author has something to say: In the last chapter, a friend said that she couldn’t understand it. Let me add that Miss Mingyu has been with the head for almost a thousand years. The head and Tianmoqing have perfected the intelligent system together. Later, the head of the adult fairy queen has computing power Soaring, Mingyu is no longer needed, so I cut it into the flesh, and the little girl came out.

As for why Mingyu can't remember, this pot was memorized by Tianmoqing in his previous life, and I will write about it later.