My female apprentices are all unpredictable

The mist is rippling, charming and romantic.

At this moment, in the Shili Gallery, Fang Yang hugged his eldest disciple, his hot palms had already crossed the blue dress, and he was gently squeezing and exploring.

"Um……"

Following a burst of squealing, Ye Qinghong's eyes widened, his cold eyes filled with shock and shyness.

The slender snow-white neck and the graceful collarbone seemed to be dyed with a layer of red clouds, making them so delicate and breathtakingly beautiful.

Obviously, Ye Qinghong was surprised and frightened by his master's sudden behavior.

Before that, when she and her master were practicing the Red Dust Sword Art, their skins had been tightly attached to each other in the hot spring.

but……

After all, it had been a long time, and now she suddenly had such an intimate move, which made her feel a little uncomfortable for a while.

The skin was constantly trembling, the eyelashes were trembling slightly, and the two slender white jade legs were pressed tightly together to prevent the big hand from causing trouble, but for some reason, there was some throbbing deep in the heart, which could not be suppressed even by pressure.

Seeing his usually proud and cold disciple turned into this, Fang Yang half-smiled, with a hint of teasing on his face.

The big hand became more and more restless.

"It's not that simple to become Master's wife. My dear disciple, you'd better think carefully and don't regret it in the end."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Qinghong was slightly startled and stood there blankly, as if thinking about something. After a moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked firmly at his master.

Although he was extremely shy inside, he still pursed his lips and looked like he had no hesitation.

"Master, Qinghong is like this. Once he makes a decision, he will never change it. Please...please ask Master to check your disciple's health..."

The slightly trembling voice seemed so shy, so fearful, yet extremely persistent and firm.

Looking at his disciple who was carrying a long sword and his black hair flying freely, Fang Yang couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

This is a world where the jungle prevails, the winner is king, and the loser is bandit. The common people are like ants, and life is like grass. It seems too desolate and cruel, even though he has always been on a smooth sailing since he time traveled. Looks like that, but that's just because he's strong enough.

Otherwise, he would have been swallowed up long ago. In such a world, his heart has become as cold as stone, and he rarely shows true feelings to others.

Whether it is the Empress, the Queen Mother, or the current Demon Queen or Demon Concubine, it is all like this. They are just playing for the occasion. Only his good disciples, the princess, etc. can truly enter his heart and let him He cares a lot.

Will give everything to protect.

"Don't worry, you are my good disciple. How could I insult you in front of outsiders? That would be too disrespectful and too presumptuous for my disciple. However, this is only temporary. When the night of the wedding comes, I will love my disciple obediently and let you understand what is the way of the mortal world and what is the true sword art of the mortal world!"

"My sword is very big and very hard!"

Fang Yang said with a smile. Ye Qinghong was shy and his face turned red instantly. He didn't notice that what Fang Yang just said was his disciple, and his disciple was not just her.

In other words, on the wedding night, the sisters and brothers may have to unite together again to bear the instillation of love from their masters.

They were stacked on top of each other like stacks of arhats, or lying down in a row, one by one being inspected by their master and taught their skills.

Perhaps it was because Fang Yang had just let her go, Ye Qinghong breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and the suspended stone in her heart finally fell to the ground, thinking that she no longer had to be as ashamed as before, but the next moment, she realized that she was wrong.

The master always kept his word. Although he did not insult her face to face and ask her to sleep with him, he said he would check her body and he would definitely check her body. There was no doubt about it.

It has to be said that Fang Yang is quite professional in physical examination.

The hot palms were rippling slightly under the blue dress.

Not long after, Ye Qinghong closed his eyes loosely, pursed his lips tightly, and looked serious, as determined as he wanted, pretending to be unmoved, but his shy expression and constantly trembling eyelashes , has long exposed her true inner thoughts.

shame!
It's such a shame, she's a swordsman and doesn't really know much about this kind of thing.

Only after falling in love with his master, in order to better serve his master and compete with his fourth junior sister, did he read some classics and learn all the messy knowledge.

But I really haven’t experienced it.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a fire burning continuously in her body. This feeling was so weird, as if it ran deep into her throat, making her suppress it all the time, as if it would burst out in the next moment. Voice.

There is a stream in my heart, and the stream flows gurglingly and makes a splashing sound. After a long time.

As her master's physical examination became more and more intense, she finally couldn't suppress the strange feeling. She raised her slender white neck, and there was crystal clear sweat on her collarbone, exuding a faint fragrance. Finally, he couldn't help but let out a cry.

The stream also flows from deep inside, as if dripping on the calm autumn leaves.

She instantly realized something and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

You know, she is the current swordsman. Before meeting this master, she integrated almost all her spirit into the way of swordsmanship. Now she does such a treasonous thing with her master. It is really shameful and too shameful. Too debauched.

His mind went blank, he was confused, and he had no idea what he was thinking. However, his originally cold body had completely softened, lost all strength, and lay feebly in the master's arms.

She needed Master's support to barely stand on the spot. She was so shy that she couldn't even raise her head. She just buried her head in Master's arms. She even didn't know how to face Master for a while.

This……

Is it just something that couples do? So shy!
Once a teacher, always a father, that is to say, the master is his father, but now, this filial piety seems to have vaguely deteriorated.

She and her master have done something that only a couple can do. Doesn't it mean that from now on, she and her master have become a real couple, and no one can separate them?
Thinking of this, Ye Qinghong's cold eyes showed a bit of excitement and joy, and for a while, he even had some thoughts.

"Humph!"

Qiu Yuandai had been standing nearby, seemingly ignoring Fang Yang and Ye Qinghong, but in fact she had already devoted all her attention to the two of them. At this moment, she couldn't help but snorted when she saw that the master and disciple were so deviant from human relations.

Deep sourness and jealousy welled up deep in her heart. This emotion was unique to her. When had a proud being like her ever been jealous of a woman, and also because of a man?
But she had to admit that this emotion was real. She was jealous of Ye Qinghongte and jealous of the devil doting on her. You must know that before Ye Qinghong arrived, she had always thought that the devil was such a ruthless existence, lustful but ignorant of mercy. All the women in the world were probably slaves in the eyes of the other party and would only be played with at will. There will never be a cherished heart.

But at this moment, she realized that she was wrong. The devil would still dote on women, but this favor was not directed at her, but on his disciples.

That is, the extremely cold-looking Ye Qinghong in front of him.

Just now, the devil seemed to be humiliating his disciple, and in front of the two of them, but in fact he was really checking his disciple's body, and instilling all the majestic spiritual power into Ye Qinghong's body. in order to remove old diseases.

After all, Ye Qinghong seems to have made breakthroughs too quickly recently, leaving too many hidden dangers. These hidden dangers may not seem to be serious now, but as long as he continues to practice, they will one day completely break out, causing unimaginable consequences. The injury even affects the foundation.

The devil has eliminated these hidden dangers for the other party without hesitation, and even spent a lot of energy to sort out the roots of the other party's cultivation. From then on, Ye Qinghong's practice has really made rapid progress.

With so much pampering, how could she not feel sour or jealous? And the most important thing is that a man as sexy as the devil would put the last step on the wedding night out of pity for his disciple.

This...this is really ridiculous.

Qiu Yuandai was extremely cold, her eyes showing frost, while Wen Chanyi was holding the paper umbrella, sighing inwardly, and had reaffirmed her status.

Obviously, she can compete with the Demon Queen, she can compete with the Empress, she can compete with the Queen Mother, but she will never be able to compete with Ye Qinghong, and she cannot compete with her. There is no doubt about this.

While several people were thinking about everything, Ye Qinghong had gradually returned to normal and slowly crawled out of Fang Yang's arms. He was shy but still deliberately looked cold and looked around.

Finally, his eyes swept to an area of ​​​​Shili Gallery, where the fog was rolling, and Fang Yang had already issued many restrictions. Among the restrictions, a monk in black was lying on the ground, his face was pale, and black flames were burning between his eyebrows. .

The flames suppressed his soul, leaving him unable to even wake up.

The moment he saw this man, Ye Qinghong's eyes instantly turned cold, and his body exuded wisps of murderous intent.

"Master, is this my enemy? The enemy who killed my family, or even my entire village?"

"Yes, that's him. I specially left his life to you."

Fang Yang waved his hand.

Wow…

Waves of strong wind rippled, this strong wind was so biting and fierce.

It swept out like this, carrying countless fallen leaves, and rolled them in front of the black-clothed monk. In an instant, it rolled the monk out of the restraint and rolled him in front of the two of them.

Then...

call out!
After noticing the aura of Fang Yang, his master, the black flame suddenly became extremely excited. It shot out directly from the monk's eyebrows and landed on Fang Yang's eyebrows. It was still jumping, flickering on and off.

It's like meeting the parents' children.

Be as happy as you want.

At this time, perhaps without the suppression of the soul fire, the monk in black finally opened his eyes, his face was pale, and traces of time appeared on his originally handsome face, making him look extremely old.

The incense that had been stuck in my chest had long since become as dim as a firefly, as dim as it wanted.

There is a possibility of being extinguished at any time and at any time. Obviously, his life is in danger.

After all, his first soul and second soul have been captured by Fang Yang. The fire of the soul has been burning for so long and can be sustained until now because Fang Yang temporarily spared his life and protected him. Burning his soul fire.

Otherwise, he would have died long ago, and his soul would have been destroyed.

The monk in black opened his eyes, revealing waves of confusion. He looked extremely confused and seemed to be completely confused about the situation. It took a long time before he gradually came back to his senses.

Glancing around, I happened to see Qiu Yuandai and Wen Chanyi, both of whom had flushed faces and layers of sweat on their foreheads.

She was dripping with sweat and her hair was messy.

At first glance, it looked like he had just experienced something intense.

Thinking of how doting the Demon Queen was towards the demon in front of him before he fainted, the monk in black felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

The soul became even more uncertain.

puff!
Just spit out a mouthful of golden blood. This blood contains the power of the soul.

It made him become weaker and weaker, more and more decadent, even heartbroken.

for……

Why? Why exactly? This is just an ordinary mortal, and he is the one he despises the most, a devil with no background.

Just like ants, among the many arrangements of the Incense Cult, they are not worth mentioning at all. They can be killed with just one slap.

But now, not only did the devil not die, but he took control of his life.

Trampling him to the ground, it seemed that just a thought could kill him directly, which made his heart feel like a knife.

Moreover, the most important thing is that he opened the ban on the lake, summoned the people of the Underworld, and summoned the Demon Queen in order to kill the demon and revive the Incense Sect. But why in the end, the Demon Queen not only did not take any more action, but instead She is a woman who has become a devil and is being played around by the devil.

This...this is so ridiculous.

The monk in black became more and more sad and angry as he thought about it, as if there was a wisp of fire burning in his heart.

Snapped!
The fire of the soul gradually extinguished, and his aura began to become sluggish quickly. Even before Ye Qinghong waited, he seemed to be dead, and he was still angry to death.

"I have said that you are no match for me, and neither is the Incense Sect. Don't worry, after I send you away, I will marry my disciples and destroy the Incense Sect, including your evil gods. Don’t hesitate to be slaughtered!” (End of Chapter)