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Chapter 355 Master is above (7)

Nan Xing was resting in the sedan chair with his eyes closed. Suddenly, the red gauze sedan curtain was lifted by a gust of wind, and the alluring woman waved her fan and looked at her with a smile, "Fairy Fuxue, it's time to get off the sedan chair~"

This time Fairy Fuxue was called very ironic by her.

Nan Xing glanced at her indifferently, then got off the sedan chair in silence...

The Blood Evil Sect was originally a place belonging to the famous and decent sect, and it should have the same immortal energy as the Tianxuan Sect, but now it is occupied by the Demon Cultivator, creating an indescribably smoky atmosphere.

It's not like Tianxuanzong was forced to hang up festive red silk, and the disciples of the magic cultivator didn't wear red clothes.

Seeing Nan Xing, the demon cultivators showed amazement in their eyes, and then there was an indescribable lewd gaze, and they exchanged glances...

"This is Fairy Fuxue, the number one beauty in the cultivation world? She really looks much better than our female cultivators here. I don't know what it's like to double cultivate with her? I really want to try..."

"That goes without saying, it must be..."

"You say, what will happen if such a beauty is made into a furnace?"

"I will have a spring night every night, hehe..."

"Then I'm afraid he will die on the bed soon."

Nan Xing has excellent hearing and can hear clearly. These obscene words made her frown. If it wasn't for her lack of cultivation, let's see if she won't smash their mouths!
The coquettish woman waved her round fan, and saw a flash of black and purple light, and those demon cultivators who said too much spit blood from their mouths and knelt down, and the other demon cultivators shut up. Concubine, you better pay attention~"

The backs of the demon cultivators shivered. They were so carried away when they saw the beauty that they even forgot that she belonged to the king. They didn't dare to look at her anymore, and lowered their heads and said, "Yes, thank you for reminding me, Second Elder."

The coquettish woman regained her smile and ordered the two nuns to take Nan Xing to the room...

As she walked, she said: "Oh~ Fairy, don't blame me. After all, you are a concubine, and your majesty is busy now, so you don't mind if you don't have the etiquette of visiting the hall, right? After all... no one knows that you are begging for it." Marry our lord~"

Nan Xing didn't seem to hear her eccentricity, she didn't want to marry the scumbag at first, so it's just right not to pay homage to him.

The female cultivator helped her to the bed and sat down, then retreated to the door, closed the door tightly, and then guarded outside. The coquettish woman explained a few words to them, and then left.

Nan Xing took off the tassels that blocked her view and the heavy hair crown, and threw them aside casually. If there were clothes to change, she would also take off the layers of wedding dresses.

She lowered her head and looked at her hands in a daze. They were beautiful, as white as jade, and the palm of her right hand was a little callused because of holding swords all the year round. She wore a thin silver tail ring on the little finger of her left hand. With her memory, she knew that It's her magical storage tool, but she can't open it at all because she has no cultivation base.

She exerted some strength with her right hand, and immediately felt a pain in her wrist. This hand could no longer hold heavy objects, nor could it hold the natal magic weapon, the Shuanghua Sword.

Her dantian was empty, her meridians were completely destroyed, and she couldn't absorb the spiritual energy in the air. Even if she managed to inhale a little, it would quickly run out.

This feeling is really hard for a cultivator...

She sighed softly in her heart, she could only find a way to find that secret realm, reshape the dantian of the meridians, and the jungle of self-cultivation would prey on the weak. Such a body is not to be kneaded by others, it is too passive.

Just as she was thinking, she suddenly heard steady footsteps outside...

The door was pushed open, Nan Xing looked up...

The man was dressed in a cross-collared black shirt, with a particularly domineering golden dragon embroidered with gold thread. His black hair was tied up with a golden crown, and his face was well-defined, giving off a strong sense of aggression. His pupils were extremely dark, giving him a strong sense of presence. , very attractive.

It is a different type from Jinhuai.

As expected of the male protagonist, he is really handsome and handsome. If such a man can be gentle, I am afraid that not many women can resist, and it is no wonder that Yu Nanxing, who is cold on the outside and simple on the inside, is tempted.

Seeing Nan Xing sizing him up motionlessly, Mu Chen couldn't help flashing a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

When he got closer, he grabbed her chin, bent down, and asked her in a deep voice, "Master, have you seen enough?"

Nan Xing frowned lightly, his hand was so hard that her chin hurt when he pinched it...

"I forgot, Master can't speak." Mu Chen curled his lips, and nodded his other hand on her shoulder.

Nan Xing only felt her throat loosen, and she opened her mouth with a beautiful Chinese quintessence, "I*you*! Let go!"

Mu Chen moved a little closer, looked at her still beautiful eyes with resentment, sneered, and said disdainfully: "Isn't this what you want, Master?"

He paused, "No, now it's my Concubine Rou, Xue Rou, do you like this name?"

"I want you dead! Rou your father! I am your father!"

Never seen a master so rude and rude, Mu Chen was taken aback for a moment, Nan Xing took this opportunity to break free from his hand, and slapped him hard on the face...

The crack was particularly crisp and loud, and the two female cultivators outside the door shuddered, not daring to listen any longer.

How dare you treat Your Majesty like this.

A red mark instantly appeared on Mu Chen's face, but she did not save any effort.

The room seemed to be quiet for a moment, Mu Chen looked at her in disbelief...

She hit him?
She had never hit him before.

Nan Xing secretly shook his painful hand and pointed at him, "Rebel! Are you awake? I am your master!"

People in the realm of comprehension are most concerned about respecting teachers and respecting the way. Teachers exist like fathers and elders, and there is no respect for teachers like him.

Mu Chen touched his red and swollen face, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes. He grabbed her hand pointing at him, pressed her under him, and said viciously: "Really? Then I have to be disrespectful to Master? "

As he spoke, he tore off her tight belt, and her clothes instantly became loose...

[Yinhe and him: stop the scumbag!I can't!Ah ah ah ah no! 】

[Little strawberry is super sweet: No!I don't watch such bed scenes!Compulsory love da baa da baa! 】

Nan Xing originally thought that he might be able to talk to the scumbag later and tell him the truth, but now it seems... What a fart!He wouldn't believe her at all!
He still wanted to continue untying her belt...

Nan Xing's goosebumps are on the rise, he can't control that much, so don't let the scumbag take advantage of it!
She pushed him away with her left hand, touched with her right hand the hair ornament she had thrown on the bed before, picked up a hairpin, and was about to stab Mu Chen's chest...

Mu Chen sensed the danger and quickly dodged, but was still stabbed in the shoulder...

Nan Xing's right hand trembled slightly due to the force, "Niety! Beast! Beast!"

Mu Chen touched his shoulder, and his hand was stained with blood. She stabbed it deeply. He pulled out the hairpin and looked at her.

She put on makeup, and the usually cold person is extraordinarily beautiful today, her lips are also bright red, and she is scolding him endlessly at this moment, she doesn't look like the fairy that everyone admires at all.

He threw the hairpin on the ground forcefully, made a noise, grabbed her thin white and fragile neck with bloody hands, stopped her scolding, and looked fiercely and coldly, "Do you really think I dare not kill you? "

(End of this chapter)