This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 90 Passionate but always seems ruthless

It brought her only fear and horror.

She thought back to her junior brother who went mad hundreds of years ago. Whenever she thought of that demon, her body could not stop shaking. That kind of fear was imprinted in her mind and she would never forget it. And trembling uncontrollably.

The woman's response was a soft sigh.

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Rong Hua sat on the cold ladder, holding his legs with his hands.

It wasn't until the door of the dormitory was opened that he suddenly turned his head, but his eyes met the woman in the red robe.

Xinxi returned to her usual lazy and charming appearance. When passing by the boy, she glanced at him with her seductive eyes, which were full of sarcasm and disgust.Rong Hua stared blankly at the back of the woman leaving, and he was still replaying the scene in the room just now in his mind, his white and fat fingers slowly clenched tightly, his palms were tingling, and drops of blood fell on the white jade shop. On the ground, it is very dazzling.

"Rong Hua, come in." The gorgeous and cool voice brought the boy back to his senses.

He stared at his toes, his face was slightly pale, and he walked slowly.

Sitting on a soft couch, a fairy with a white cloth covering her eyes with golden patterns at the corners, she gently pulled the boy's fat and soft wrist: "Where is the injury?"

If it was in the past, the boy would have thrown himself into Shen Yue's arms for comfort, resorting to all kinds of sticky tricks.

But Rong Hua just raised his eyes to look at Shen Yue with red eyes, bit his lips tightly, and kept silent.

Shen Yue didn't hear the answer and sighed, and checked his body with spiritual power, the bloody wound was slowly healing.

Rubbing the boy's soft hair, Shen Yue asked gently: "Why don't you talk?"

Rong Hua threw himself into Shen Yue's warm embrace, and called softly, "Master..."

The tip of his nose sniffed the smell of Master's body, and was stained with an unfamiliar aroma. Rong Hua frowned fiercely, but his voice was childish: "Master stinks!"

Shen Yue sniffed the sleeves amusedly, there was no foul smell, but a slightly bewildering fragrance.

The boy angrily grabbed Shen Yue's white coat, and Shen Yue let him do whatever he wanted.

It wasn't until the coat was taken off that the boy happily threw himself into Shen Yue's arms, his white and tender hands wrapped around the fairy's slender, snow-white neck, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was when he saw Shen Yue's snow-white neck. An obvious red mark faded instantly.

"What's wrong?" Rong Hua's strange silence made Shen Yue feel very strange.

Rong Hua's dark and beautiful eyes looked up at Shen Yue, and asked softly: "Master, what is this?"

The short, white and chubby hand was still rubbing gently, as if wiping something dirty again.

Shen Yue couldn't see the red mark, but the place I touched just now was very itchy, so I scratched it a few times, it should be red, and the boy used a lot of force, so it hurt a little.

But in the next second, the rough rubbing turned into a gentle tian.

Bursts of wetness came from the neck, a little itchy, Shen Yue hugged and pulled him away, but Rong Hua stubbornly put his hands around her neck, refusing to let go no matter what.

"Ronghua." The extravagant voice was full of helplessness and connivance.

It wasn't until the red marks on his pale skin deepened that Rong Hua said triumphantly, "I have cleaned up all the dirty parts of Master."

Shen Yue didn't think too much, and said softly: "Don't do this next time, dirty."

Rong Hua buried his head on Shen Yue's neck, rubbing against each other: "Master, it's not dirty."

Gently patted his head, Shen Yue's indifferent brows were slightly soft, and her bright red lips were slightly curved, with a very shallow curvature, which made it difficult for people to notice: "Be obedient."

The days of Shen Yue's cultivating immortals were particularly boring. Apart from practicing, she was leading apprentices, which was very boring.

Sitting on a stone bench with the breeze blowing, Shen Yue can play chess against herself even if she is blind. She can feel the position of the chess with spiritual power, holding a white jade-like chess piece with her slender fingertips, thinking for a while and then gently fall.

Jiang Ling stood not far away anxiously, not daring to disturb this fairy-like person for a while.

The breeze blew the ends of Shen Yue's hair, and the white headband that tied her head also curved gracefully. The clean and white robe made her even more unattainable and unblasphemy.

But no one gave him a second chance to look at him, Shen Yue had already 'looked' over.

Shen Yue noticed at the beginning that she was standing on the side, waiting for that person to speak, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't see him say anything.

"Disciple Jiang Ling, I have met Master." A slightly deep voice sounded in my ear.

Shen Yue nodded, put down the white chess in her hand, took a sip of the spiritual tea next to her.

"Should I play a game with Master?" Jiang Ling squeezed his fingers and asked tentatively.

Putting down the teacup in her hand, Shen Yue sorted out the pieces that were mixed together, and slowly said the word sit.

Jiang Ling sat stiffly, looking at the pale face opposite Shen Yue, whose back was tense and tense, unable to calm down at all.

Excited and excited, my palms began to sweat.

Sitting upright and playing chess, his eyes are fixed on the chessboard, not daring to wander around, even if he knows that the person in front of him cannot see.

"You've lost weight." The cold and gorgeous voice made Jiang Ling's heart skip a beat.

Jiang Ling's eyes widened in disbelief, his brows were not as calm and reticent as usual.

The white chess surrounded by the black chess with no way out was telling him that he actually beat the master!
But he didn't feel complacent, but wondered if the master let him go on purpose. It's hard, how could he win the master with such a skill?
Shen Yue really didn't give in to him, so she liked to make a fuss by herself. After a few fuss, she felt that she was very powerful, but compared with others... she was nothing.

Shen Yue put down the white chess piece in her hand without much interest.

When Jiang Ling saw it, he quickly stood up: "Master..."

"What's the matter?" Shen Yue asked lightly.

Such an indifferent master made Jiang Ling even more embarrassed, his eyes were fixed on Shen Yue's every move, and he would be extremely nervous if there was any disturbance.

"The disciple wants to ask the master for advice, does the master have time?" Jiang Ling's gaze couldn't help but get a little hot.

Shen Yue readily agreed, and as soon as she agreed, Jiang Ling immediately showed a bright smile, his brows were comfortable, the sun seemed to be restrained by his smile and then released together, dazzling and beautiful.

"The disciple thanked Master!" The slightly hoarse voice was full of joy and laughter.

Shen Yue couldn't help being cold and soft, and said in a gentle tone, "No thanks."

Jiang Ling first practiced with the sword, his eyes suddenly turned sharp, the sword spit out letters like a white snake, and his moves were fierce, and the aura surrounded the silver sword, like a dragon shuttle.

"Stop!" Hua Hua's voice was not loud, but it forced Jiang Ling to stop in his original posture, pursing his thin lips lightly.

(End of this chapter)