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Chapter 440 The Sick Male Protagonist Who Loves Contradicting His Master (12)

Shen Xinghe's brows and eyes sharpened, and he recalled a mantra that he had accidentally obtained in his memory many years later, intending to forcibly stimulate the demon core in his body to explode in advance to kill this low-level monster who knew nothing about life or death.

In the next moment, there was a clear cry, and then a crack.

The spirit sword wrapped in water-blue light and shadow pierced through the air, piercing out from the back of the monster.

The monster was frozen in mid-air while maintaining its forward posture, and then shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.

Shen Xinghe raised his head, and the white-clothed figure had landed in front of him. He waved his hand casually, and the ice-cold and gorgeous Jingque Sword returned to her hand with a "Zheng".

The dusty beauty has a face with fairy spirit, flying hair and clothes, holding a sword with one hand and pulling the wrist behind him, and his movements are smooth and pleasing to the eye.

Just look at the appearance.

Ning Qingmeng really deserves to be highly sought after by monks, calling her the number one noble and the most beautiful in the world of cultivation.

But who would have thought that such a holy and elegant appearance would have a femme heart and a belly full of obscene and dirty thoughts?

"My teacher asked you to practice swords, and you practiced yourself into the mouth of monsters. You are really capable."

In fact, she wished she could pounce on him now, feed him two big Hui pills, then pat his head and tell him not to be afraid, I'm coming.

Shen Xinghe lowered his head again.

"Master, this disciple knows his mistake. Please punish me, Master."

Secretary of Wine: "..."

My ears are getting callused.

Shen Xinghe didn't treat Ning Qingmeng like this at the beginning.

At least at the beginning, I wasn't afraid to this extent.

Moreover, Si Jiu always felt that Shen Xinghe already harbored hatred for Ning Qingmeng, his master.

She was taken aback by Qianyan's words before, thinking that Ning Qingmeng was really not a man and had insulted Shen Xinghe. Fortunately, she searched Ning Qingmeng's memory. Ning Qingmeng let Shen Xinghe stay in Guanghan Palace a few times ago In fact, it wasn't for the kind of thing she thought.

Sometimes it was because she beat Shen Xinghe too much, and she was afraid that he would go out like that to attract others' attention and damage her image as a good teacher.

Sometimes it was because she kept Shen Xinghe down to supervise him to practice hard day and night.

Sometimes it was purely because of anger, so he was punished to stand in the yard and not allowed to sleep.

Secretary Jiu: Damn it!Today is also the day I want to beat Ning Qingmeng violently.

That's it... It would be strange if Shen Xinghe didn't hate Ning Qingmeng at all.

So Si Jiu didn't take into account the undisguised hatred that he showed from time to time when he met Shen Xinghe these two times.

He was only thinking about how to treat Shen Xinghe better without being too pretentious, and put the matter of improving his image in the eyes of his apprentice bit by bit as the top priority.

After Shen Xinghe finished speaking, he found that Ning Qingmeng didn't respond.

According to Ning Qingmeng's attitude towards him in the past, his eyes turned cold, and he was about to kneel down on his knees.

A hand grabbed his arm and forced him to stand up straight again.

He looked up in astonishment.

"I have no soft bones under my door."

Her brows were slightly frowned, and her face was a little cold, as if she was a little impatient and a little anxious.

"Let me see you kneeling one more time, and don't want your two legs at all."

Shen Xinghe: "Disciple would like to follow Master's instruction." What is she anxious about?How strange.

"Walk."

She took her slightly towards her side in the posture of pulling him, and then raised her right hand, the startled tower hovered in mid-air, and Shen Xinghe was led by Si Jiu to jump up. Before Yu Jian flew, she naturally lifted With his hands, he created a barrier to block the wind for the two of them.

The spirit sword carried the person, and suddenly went away.

The two stood very close.

This time, Shen Xinghe didn't smell the pervasive cold fragrance from her memory that made him sick.

On the contrary, there is a faint fragrance like a plant stained with morning dew, if there is nothing, it is very subtle.

And this enchantment covering the body...

In Shen Xinghe's eyes under the drooping eyelashes, there was a slight bewilderment unconsciously.

　Shen Xinghe's diary: Acting?This seat will accompany you to play...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)