The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

After vaguely aware of something, all the demon cultivators on the street cast their gazes, and when they saw the people with their heads buried in Shen Liuxiang's neck and shoulders, their expressions changed collectively.

In the blink of an eye, the half-street demon pedicure smeared oil on the soles of his feet, reacted extremely quickly and ran away, with the three at the center, sweeping all around, wine bowls and china plates all over the floor.

Xu Xingchen pressed his sword on the table with a slap, and said coldly, "Use your spiritual power to get rid of the alcohol, don't say no, don't pretend to be drunk to take advantage."

After drinking a sip of wine, he poured it on Shen Liuxiang, and said some light words.

Who to lie to.

Shen Liuxiang sniffed the smell of alcohol, frowned, and put her fair and slender fingers on Zhou Xuanlan's forehead, feeling a thin layer of sweat.

He remembered that Zhou Xuanlan used to drink and it was not unusual. Maybe it was because of his avatar.

"Can the clone drink?"

Xu Xingchen's eyes widened, this is actually a clone? !

Realizing that the other party might be really drunk, he dissipated his arrogance, "I don't know either."

As a result, the two sober people at the wine table looked at each other, both at a loss.

At this time, the person who smelled of alcohol raised his head, his eyes were slightly pressed, his hands crossed Shen Liuxiang's cheeks, and his voice was cold: "Master, don't talk to others."

Hearing this, Xu Xingchen frowned.

"Why?"

When the voice fell, the night wind on the street became stronger, and the tables and chairs on all sides made a clanging sound.

The scarlet moonlight fell on Zhou Xuanlan.

He lifted his eyelids displeasedly, a tinge of blood appeared in his black eyes, and his thin lips curled up in an icy arc, "You want to find..."

The word "death" has not been spit out, and his mouth is covered by a cold hand.

"Shh, if you're drunk, you'll look like you're drunk, don't talk."

Shen Liuxiang was worried that the two would fight later, and said to Xu Xingchen: "You go back to the Jueyun Pavilion first, and I will send him-"

Before he could finish speaking, his palm was licked, and a numbness appeared.

"What happened to you?"

Xu Xingchen noticed that his expression froze.

Shen Liuxiang's ears flushed red, "It's nothing, you go back first."

Xu Xingchen thought for a while, got up and put away the sword, "In that case, you send him back, I want to walk around the street for a while, Xing Lian is curious about the blood moon in the demon world, I will look more, go back and talk to her."

Shen Liuxiang nodded, and after watching him leave, he let go and looked at Zhou Xuanlan.

"Why are you licking my hand?!"

Zhou Xuanlan opened **** eyes with a blank expression: "Can't you lick your hands?"

Shen Liuxiang's words of rebuke came to his lips, and seeing his stunned appearance, he said helplessly, "It can't be like this."

Drink some wine, how can people be stupid.

He looked around, there was not a single demon, the street was empty, and the demons were all hiding in the dark to observe silently.

"..."

His eyes turned red, and he was so afraid of his apprentice.

Shen Liuxiang pouted slightly, turned his head, saw a handsome face that was constantly enlarged, his heartbeat fell, and he was relieved until Zhou Xuanlan's temple hair brushed his cheek.

Xu is unsteady and has to rely on him.

Shen Liuxiang raised his hand to support it, and was about to open his mouth when he felt a heat in his ears.

He stiffened, his eyes widened.

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes fell on Bai Nen's earlobe, her thin lips parted lightly, and she tentatively licked it. She noticed that her body trembled slightly, and her eyes became dark in an instant.

As if teasing, he licked again.

The soft white flesh blinked and dyed bright red, as if it was about to drip blood, falling into the eyes, revealing an indescribably attractive gesture.

Zhou Xuanlan breathed slightly, and was about to continue tasting, but was ruthlessly pushed away by pressing his head.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the person who disturbed Yaxing in displeasure. Seeing that the other party's phoenix eyes were slightly squinted, the handsome face showed a faint chill, and his momentum suddenly became weaker.

"...No hand licking."

Shen Liuxiang's ears were hot, and she laughed when she heard the words.

Taking advantage of the loophole, he said this quite confidently. He rubbed his eyebrows and thought about it. He couldn't beat or scold, so he was too lazy to bother with the drunk.

"You are a black dragon, not a puppy. You are not allowed to lick people."

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes fell on her red ears, although she was extremely reluctant, but when the master opened his mouth, he nodded obediently, "Okay."

Shen Liuxiang breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, he understood the words and was able to make do with communication.

"I'll take you back to Duling."

Zhou Xuanlan raised his eyebrows, grabbed his wrist, gathered spiritual energy all over his body, and led people to disappear in place.

The moonlight shone through the Xuan window, reflecting a red mist on the large book table, and the room that had been silent for a long time suddenly heard a sound.

Shen Liuxiang fell on the bed, and his body was embedded in the soft bedding. Before he could react, he was clasped at his wrist, and his hot breath sprayed between his lips.

Zhou Xuanlan kissed him without thinking.

Shen Liuxiang widened his phoenix eyes, struggled violently, pinched his fingers to release the restraint, and pushed away the person who was pressing on him.

Zhou Xuanlan didn't move at all, looking down at the person in his arms.

The youth's girdle was loose, like satin black hair scattered on the pillow, the phoenix eyes showed a bit of panic, panting slightly, and the lips that had just been kissed were moist and glossy.

His voice was slightly hoarse: "Master, don't move."

Shen Liuxiang almost kicked the person away, and the only reason left made him calm down a little, and said in a trembling voice: "Explain, give you a chance to explain, otherwise I will be polite."

It was fine before, why did it suddenly look like a wolf.

Zhou Xuanlan's slender fingers landed on the corner of his lips and rubbed it, "Master didn't say that you will give me a spiritual transition, in fact, this is the best way."

After all, he lowered his head and touched it lightly, taking away a little of Shen Liuxiang's spiritual power.

"like this."

"..."

The blue veins on Shen Liuxiang's forehead protruded. Before, he was worried that his hands would hurt people.

He used his spiritual power, and 30% of it hit Zhou Xuanlan's shoulder.

The bed moved slightly.

Zhou Xuanlan turned a deaf ear, untied his loose hair band, embedded his five fingers into the thin soft blue silk, and pressed the back of his head to forcefully rob him of the air between his teeth.

Shen Liuxiang stopped holding his hand immediately, and 70% of his spiritual power was thrown away.

Seventy percent of the power of the cultivator in the God Transformation Realm was enough to shake the world, but when it fell on Zhou Xuanlan, he only paused for a while, groaned, and looked at Shen Liuxiang in a grievance, as if he didn't understand why he hit him.

Shen Liuxiang was shocked.

Even if Zhou Xuanlan's real body is here, it is absolutely impossible to react like this!

He stared intently, and suddenly found that Zhou Xuanlan was surrounded by a layer of reddish light, very similar to the moonlight outside.

With a tentative strike, the moment the palm touched the red glow, the spiritual power contained in it was transferred.

Shen Liuxiang sucked in a breath of cold air, and between the light and flint, he understood why the emperor said that on the night of the blood moon, the big demon is invincible.

This, this is cheating! is cheating! !

Bullying! ! !

Shen Liuxiang's eyes reddened.

Seeing that the corners of his eyes were reddened, Zhou Xuanlan loosened up a little, "Is Shizun crying?"

Hearing this, Shen Liuxiang was about to sneer.

I haven't seen any big storms, so I just want to scare him to cry?

But on second thought, the icy arc of the lips fell.

His black eyelashes trembled slightly, he shrugged the tip of his nose, his cheeks were half buried between the soft pillows, and there was a weeping sound from his lips, "I don't want to pass the spirit, you let me go."

... After the blood moon has passed, he must let the clone know what regret is!

Zhou Xuanlan looked flustered and immediately let go of him.

Seeing that it was useful, Shen Liuxiang hurriedly sat up from the bed, lifted the sand curtain with trembling hands, and was about to get out of bed and run away.

"Wait, Master." Zhou Xuanlan grabbed him.

Shen Liuxiang froze all over, turned around pitifully, and wanted to cry.

"what?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "The disciple has not returned the spiritual power to you."

"I don't lack that... um."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Liuxiang was hugged by the waist and fished back.

The moonlight by the window was getting darker, and after an unknown amount of time, Shen Liuxiang was finally released.

He turned his head to the side, gasping for breath, his robe was thrown on the ground at some point, and he wore only a loose tunic.

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes drooped down, covering the darkness.

He originally intended to return the master's spiritual power, but he never thought that after tasting it, he couldn't control himself.

The drunkenness disappeared without knowing it, but the desire in the bottom of my heart became more and more unbridled, until I saw the frosty face, the chaotic consciousness was poured down like cold water, and I completely woke up.

No, what did he do!

Shen Liuxiang sat up and pointed at the edge of the bed, with no emotion in his tone.

"Now that you're awake, bring me the storage bag."

The storage bag fell to the ground together with the robe. Zhou Xuanlan picked it up, not daring to go to bed again, and handed it to Shen Liuxiang with both hands.

"Disciple knows I'm wrong... Master punish me."

Shen Liuxiang didn't say a word, he undid the storage bag, put his hand in, and took out a pale blue jade slip for a moment.

When the spiritual power was input, there was a little movement, the sound of howling wind, and the sound of rumbling and collapsing. Mixed together, it looked particularly chaotic.

But Zhou Xuanlan's voice was soft, with a slight smile, "It's time to be ugly, Master hasn't rested yet."

Shen Liuxiang glanced at the person beside the bed, and the corners of his lips curled into a cool arc.

After a while, he took a small breath and yelled at Yujian: "Zhou Xuanlan! Zhou Xuanlan! Your clone is going to rebel!!"

The other end of the jade slip fell into inexplicable silence.

Zhou Xuanlan's face turned pale here, and he was at a loss, "It's not... I... Master..."