My female apprentices are all unpredictable

The fallen leaves are still flying, but at this moment, these leaves have been cut into pieces.

Each leaf had clear break marks, and it just fell to the ground, and even the breath became sharp.

Ye Qinghong held the long sword, his black hair tied up and hanging behind him, his eyebrows and eyes were so cold, as if there was a layer of frost, staring at the two women in front of him.

The sword is awe-inspiring!

Those thousands of long swords can stab out anytime and anywhere.

Before, she had been waiting for her master outside Xianglu Mountain. Unexpectedly, the Empress and the Demon Queen had already walked out of the Ten Mile Gallery, but there was no trace of her master. She was anxious in her heart, and with her master's call, she He flew directly into the Xianglu Mountains.

She had just seen the Master's figure, and before she could be overjoyed, she saw the two women beside the Master.

Lice are not itchy if there are too many. Master's charm is extremely powerful. There are so many women who have been conquered by Master, and there are still many women who want to compete with her.

She had long been accustomed to this and was not too angry. However, the next moment, she clearly felt that the auras of the two women were extremely different. One was stronger and sharper than the other.

Moreover, his body exudes a cold aura, which is biting and cold. He is by no means a simple character.

Wow…

She is a swordsman and a disciple of her master. She has always moved forward, so why should she bow her head?
Just like that, she held the sword, looked directly above her head, looked directly at the pavilions, and was about to draw the sword.

"Everyone must bow their heads in front of me, including you."

She was originally a high-ranking demon queen who was decisive in killing. Too many people died in her hands. She would never allow any provocation. It was only in front of Fang Yang that she seemed a little more well-behaved and so shy. , so helpless.

Ye Qinghong could clearly feel that the other party was forcing him to bow his head and kneel down. If he didn't kneel down at this time, it seemed that there was only one way to die.

"How dare you be so arrogant in front of me, you are seeking death!"

He raised his head, his eyes were cold, and the frost in his pupils was getting thicker and thicker. Although his face was extremely pale, he was still stubborn and had no intention of lowering his head.

Buzz!
The illusion is still trembling, and the thousands of pavilions are becoming more and more majestic and mysterious.

The wind was still blowing, blowing up Ye Qinghong's ponytail, making the green silk hair more like silk, gently flowing across his face.

The mist rippled and enveloped everything. Ye Qinghong's sword was originally extremely sharp, but wrapped in the mist, it began to become dull. Even her eyes gradually became dim. She raised her head and seemed to see that high figure. , her long skirt was fluttering, and her eyes were cold, looking at her with disdain.

She was afraid that her master would be robbed by these two women, so she risked her life and stabbed him directly with the Qingying Sword without any fear in her heart.

Wen Chanyi held the paper umbrella and swayed it gently to scatter the autumn rain, while Qiu Yuandai snorted coldly, with a hint of murderous intent in her eyes.

He even said something like becoming a slave to the Demon Lord.

Faced with such a cold and desperate situation, Ye Qinghong pursed his lips and held the sword in one hand. The black hair on his back was still flying wantonly, and every strand of black hair exuded sharp sword energy like a long sword.

Stretching out her hand, a pavilion was coming towards her, majestic and domineering.

She waved her palms, and thousands of illusions suddenly emerged. Pavilions and pavilions filled with flowers and smoke had floated out from behind her, immediately surrounding Ye Qinghong.

But the murderous intention hidden in her bones has never changed in the slightest.

Rumble!
The pavilions and pavilions moved downwards like crazy, as if the sky was falling apart and the end was coming.

Qiu Yuandai frowned and looked at the extremely stubborn woman in front of her. She felt a little appreciative of her, but she still stretched out her palm without hesitation, preparing to slap her down.

Even the woman in a purple gauze dress with noble eyes brought her a huge sense of oppression and even made her unable to breathe. She was obviously extremely powerful.

And the sword in her hand was changing even more, as if the continuous autumn rain enveloped the two people.

Under this terrifying pressure, even though Ye Qinghong was quite stubborn and fierce, he had to admit it.

The terrifying pressure in front of her was too powerful, and she simply couldn't resist it now.

It would have been better if the sword hadn't been thrust out, but once it was thrust out, death would have been inevitable and there would be no choice.

But, even so, she still did not bow her head.

Buzz!

The Qingying Sword was constantly trembling, as if streams of Qinghong were flowing through the sword, like a stream.

Swords are just like people, Ye Qinghong is a very proud being, how could the sword in her hand be weak?

Just like this moment, everyone looked forward coldly and arrogantly, and stabbed out with a sword.

"Ugh!"

A deep sigh sounded, and just as Ye Qinghong was preparing to welcome death, the next moment, a majestic figure appeared in front of her, so tall and tall, so domineering.

The robe hunted and protected her behind him, and then he grabbed her upwards again.

It was such an understatement, without any fireworks, and it didn't seem to have the slightest momentum, which made people not feel any fear in their hearts.

But at the moment when this palm fell, the pupils of the demon queen who was originally sitting in the palace shrank, a look of horror appeared on her beautiful cheeks, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

She wanted to control the palace, suppressed Fang Yang again, but for some reason, she couldn't move at this moment, as if she was imprisoned in the palace.

The air around her was frozen, and it kept pushing towards her. She didn't even have room to resist, she could only watch helplessly as the slap was extended towards her.

Calm and natural, passing through the layers of pavilions and pavilions, and passing through the layers of fog.

Finally, he came to the depths of the palace and came to her throne.

With an indifferent smile, he directly grabbed her waist. Before he could resist, he directly pulled him down from the high palace and fell into the human world. Then he reached Fang Yang's side and was caught by Fang Yang. Yang hugged her lightly, and slapped her graceful buttocks heavily with one hand, making a snapping sound.

Crisp and sweet, the buttocks waves are constantly vibrating, like mist.

The Demon Queen didn't react for a moment, her cheeks instantly turned red, and she was so charming that she couldn't help but groan.

Before she could glare at Fang Yang in shame and anger, she realized what had happened just now, and looked at the mortal in front of her in shock, with an expression of disbelief. How……

How could this be?
She had just forcibly displayed her own domain, which was this pavilion. In this pavilion, anyone's strength would be greatly suppressed.

Even the Demon Lord is capable of fighting, and Fang Yangduo is just a mortal in the five-leaf dharma body realm.

At this moment, it was simply unbelievable that he walked through the pavilions and pavilions so lightly and forcibly pulled her down.

Could it be that Wen Chanyi was not bewitched by this demon before? She believed deeply in this demon and fell into a state of intoxication.

But this demon itself is extremely powerful, extremely mysterious, possesses all kinds of weird methods, and can even fight against the entire Hades?
But, among mortals? How could there be such a powerful existence?

This shouldn't be done at all. The restriction in this world not only suppresses the Minh Tribe and the Demon Tribe, but also suppresses mortals. Mortals are blood food imprisoned in this world and are born to be eaten. In such a situation Under this, it is impossible for an extremely powerful existence to appear among mortals.

This is also the real reason why the Nether Clan has always been aloof and never looked down upon mortals.

But now, everything seems to have changed dramatically.

The storm is about to come, the catastrophe is about to come, and many fishermen in the underworld, and even many careerists are already prepared.

After the catastrophe comes, they will arrive in the mortal world, arrive at this dining table, and enjoy this gluttonous feast. At this time, perhaps because of Fang Yang's existence.

In the chess game that has been laid out for hundreds of years, there may be a slight change, a wrong step and a wrong step.

Will the future catastrophe develop as everyone expects?
Even she was a little hesitant and couldn't see the future.

Just as Qiu Yuandai was thinking a lot, Fang Yang had already come to Ye Qinghong's side. Looking at the fierce and unyielding disciple in front of him, he couldn't help but shake his head fondly, stretched out his palm and touched Ye Qinghong's hair.

Ye Qinghong, who was holding the long sword in his hand like a hedgehog, ready to strike at any time and at any time, was stunned for a moment. His whole body froze in place. The ice and snow in his beautiful eyes seemed to be melting, and his cheeks were like the sunset. Stained with layers of blush.

He actually looked very shy.

After all, she and her master had a master-disciple relationship, and the master had always been extremely cold-blooded and rarely showed such an intimate attitude, and it was done in front of outsiders, which made her feel a little embarrassed for a while.

Just when she didn't know what to do, others saw her master stretched out his hand domineeringly, directly hugged her slender waist, and hugged her into his arms, her cold cheek was still pressed against the master. The hot skin was pressed against the master's chest, and one could clearly feel the temperature and masculinity of the master's body. He was silent for a moment.

"You two, watch out. This is my good disciple and my future wife. You are not allowed to do anything to my wife in the future. Otherwise, I will definitely punish you severely and never give you mercy."

His calm words were so overbearing.

Wen Chanyi held the paper umbrella, her peach blossom eyes showed a bit of sadness, and the corners of her mouth were full of bitterness and helplessness.

This was not the first time she met Ye Qinghong. She had also met the Demon Lord's apprentice before in that remote mountain village. Naturally, she could clearly feel that the relationship between the Demon Lord and his apprentice was definitely not simple. She could also feel that the relationship between the Demon Lord and his apprentice was not simple. The words he just said doted on his disciple.

Today, the Demon Lord has always looked gentle in front of her, as gentle as water, but she is quite clear that under this gentle appearance, this man's bones reveal cruelty and indifference.

Although what he just said seemed to be a joke, if someone really did this, he would definitely kill him without hesitation.

Even she is no exception.

After all, the Demon Lord only admitted that she was his obscene slave, and this great disciple named Ye Qinghong was actually the Demon Lord's wife. The gap between the two was simply huge.

Quiet, dead silence...

As soon as Fang Yang finished speaking, the entire Shili Gallery fell into silence, without any sound being heard.

Wen Chanyi and Qiu Yuandai both fell silent.

I don't know how long it took, Wen Chanyi took a deep breath, smiled brightly, and suppressed all the bitterness in her heart. Qun'er, holding a paper umbrella in his hand, nodded to Ye Qinghong.

The humbler one is from, the more sensible one becomes, and the more one understands that one must never act on one's own will.

Obviously, the Demon Lord is definitely not a simple existence. In the future catastrophe, she will definitely be able to break out of the world. Even the Nether Clan is definitely no match for the Demon Lord. Under such circumstances, she can become the Demon Lord. Being a slut is already something to be thankful for, and you can’t expect too much.

She understands, she understands all these, but she understands, but the suffering in her heart is still unbearable.

Under such circumstances, Wen Chanyi chose to lower her head, but Qiu Yuandai was extremely indifferent. Her body seemed to be covered with layers of thousand-year-old ice, and there were even ice and snow floating around. The ice and snow were so cold and icy. Biting to the bone.

She stared at Ye Qinghong closely for a long time, as if she could take action anytime and anywhere, but in the end she snorted coldly, turned her head, and stopped looking at Ye Qinghong, and ignored Fang Yang.

A cold word came out of his mouth.

"Little girl, I hate people threatening me the most. For the sake of losing your master, I can spare you once. However, although I can't move you, it doesn't mean that I can't treat your master. Take it."

"Your master has his back, no one can rob him!"

"Really? Let's see who among us is more capable and who can please Master more."

Ye Qinghong's lips were full of pride, without any intention of bowing his head. Then he raised his head and looked at his master's handsome profile and deep eyes. There was a bit of shyness in his eyes, as if he recalled what his master had just said.

she……

Not only is she Master's disciple, but she is also Master's wife. This is acknowledged by Master himself.

In other words, she would soon be able to have a happy wedding night with her Master and give birth to a child for him. Then, she would tie him up tightly at home, raise her husband and raise her children, and never think about going out and being fucked by those messy women. seduce.

Thinking of this, Ye Qinghong took a deep breath, as if he had made the final decision, and raised his head to look at his master.

"Master, when can we really get married?"

"Wedding?"

Fang Yang smiled indifferently, looked at the disciple in front of him, gently raised his chin, and then reached into his clothes with his broad palm.

"The wedding can be done at any time, but before that, let Master check your body carefully!"

(End of this chapter)