Grab a master as a husband

Chapter 303 Demolition
"This..." Mozun Qian Qiuyun's face twitched fiercely a few times, but he still had no way to refute.

Because the speed at which Qingli improved his cultivation was really scary, even he who always thought he was a genius didn't dare to say anything.

But how can the Lord Mozun, who is so good at face, be willing to give in?Since you can't refute, then admit it generously, and wave your hand pretending to be free and easy, and said with a smile: "Old Leng, don't just talk about me? How can I be compared with that evil girl like me? But if this continues, It's not ruled out that the girl will beat you all over the place!"

Leng Luochen's complexion suddenly turned bad when he said this, and he snorted coldly and said: "Nonsense, if you hit me, it's deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors. A girl would never do that. Do you think she will be with you?" Like you, lawless, big or small?"

"Come on, Lao Leng, the first time I saw the girl, I knew that this little girl is from the same way as our demon world. Let alone whether there is size or not, she will definitely be lawless. Where does she go? Is it all turned upside down?" Mozun Qianqiu Yunlang laughed loudly, so proud, it was like Qingli only belonged to their demon world, Qingli was his disciple, and just like a saint in the demon world!
Leng Luochen teased: "Yes, lawlessness is sure. I remember when you were lying in her woodshed, you were dragged all the way to me by your feet, right?"

Meng Rushui, who has been cultivating, actually secretly paid attention to the conversation between Master and Mozun, but he never thought that he would hear such an explosive thing.

If it weren't for my determination, I probably couldn't help laughing, and I couldn't help feeling in my heart, this little junior sister of mine is really fearless. If everyone in the Kyushu mainland knows, she is overbearing and cold-blooded. My Lord Mozun, if he was dragged away by Qingli like this, his jaw would probably drop from fright.

"Pfft..." Mozun Qian Qiuyun, who was still complacently drinking a glass of wine with the drink still in his mouth, heard Leng Luochen demolishing himself, especially what he thought was the most embarrassing thing in his life , and immediately spewed out a mouthful of wine.

The drink happened to be sprayed on Leng Luochen who was sitting opposite him. Fortunately, Leng Luochen seemed to have reacted a long time ago. With a light wave of his left hand, all the drink that was about to be poured turned around and flew back.

"You... you fart! Uh..." Mozun Qian Qiuyun glared at him, but just after he finished uttering such a foul language, his face was drenched with wine.

"Leng Luochen!" Mozun Qian Qiuyun's anger erupted immediately, even if he was demolished, now he was sprayed by himself, so embarrassed!
Leng Luochen said indifferently: "What? Master Mozun, are you trying to kill people to silence? Let me tell you, the law of heaven is clear, even if you really silence, it will be difficult to cover up the truth!"

"This deity really wants to kill and silence!" Mozun Qian Qiuyun was so angry that this was the pain of his life, and it became a shadow that he didn't want to think about.

It's good now, but it was used by Leng Luochen as a talk to attack him, but he couldn't do it himself.

"Okay, you're ruthless, you're ruthless!" Mozun Qian Qiuyun froze like an eggplant beaten by Shuang.

"Okay, drink and drink, you and I are brothers anyway, how can I tell others?" Leng Luochen didn't take it seriously at all, continued to drink, and started to eat food leisurely.

Just looking at the dishes in front of him, he couldn't help but think of a person, a person who has been missing for a year...

"Forget your kid's words in human terms, come and drink!" Mozun Qian Qiuyun, of course, is currently the last person who doesn't want to continue talking about his own scandal, which is really too embarrassing.

The two exchanged glasses, but they didn't even try to resist the strength of the wine with true energy. One cup after another, an unknown number of wine jars were piled up in the study.

At this time, Meng Rushui was very sensible, and every time the two of them had finished their appetizers, she would silently replace them with freshly cooked dishes.

Every time she served dishes, or sat quietly by the side, she would quietly and secretly watch Leng Luochen.

It's just that she was very unhappy to find that Master Leng Luochen seemed to have star-like eyes become more and more melancholy after drinking the wine continuously, and even he, who has always been very calm, would become This look.

Meng Rushui already had the answer in his heart. The reason why Master is like this is because he has a person in his heart, a person that many people are talking about now, Qingli...

"Why? Master, why do you have to care about her so much? Isn't she just a disciple who has just started for a few years? Is it because she can cook? I can too... Could it be because she is the divine bird of Qingluan? Bloodline? Is bloodline really important? Being immortal... Is becoming immortal really good? What’s the use of being immortal if you don’t have the chance to be with your lover?” Looking at the appearance of the master, he sat quietly On the side, Meng Rushui felt as if there was a shocking wave in his heart.

"Master..." Meng Sishui only felt that her heart was aching, but there was no way to do it now, so that her heart really didn't think about Qingli, and didn't think about Master.

In the past, she liked Qingli very much, perhaps because the two people's personalities were more compatible, or maybe it was really because Qingli was liked very much.

But now it was different, and found that the master he respected and loved was so concerned about Qingli in his heart.

"If..." Meng Sishui tried her best to prevent herself from thinking about it, and tried her best not to look at Master's sad appearance.

I don't know how long it took, when Meng Rushui opened his eyes again, he suddenly found that Mozun Qian Qiuyun had already left at some point, and only Shizun was crouching beside the wine table.

"This..." Meng Sishui looked at Leng Luochen whose back was slightly undulating, and suddenly felt a feeling of rapid heartbeat.

"Master?" She walked towards Master gently, her steps were slow, and she tried to call Master softly.

But Leng Luochen seemed to be really drunk, and didn't react at all.

"Master?" When Meng Sishui was blushing because of some thoughts in her heart, she still couldn't help approaching cautiously and calling out.

"This..." Meng Sishui raised a bare hand, but hesitated slightly, listening to Leng Luochen, but didn't know what to do.

She bit her red lips tightly, but her eyes seemed struggling, "I...every time I see my junior sister, I can follow the master's side and lean in the master's arms, I am so envious , I really hope that that person can be replaced by me...but...I don't even have the courage to touch Master..."

Thinking of this, and then looking at the master in front of him, the dreamy eyes are shining with longing.

"No... Master has always been high above you. He is the god in my heart. He makes me admire him very much, but I dare not touch him... Now the catastrophe of the Kyushu Continent has come, and the lives of the people are in jeopardy. Loose immortals will Falling at any time, even with my current cultivation base, I don't know if I will still be there in the next moment... See if after tomorrow, I will... I will never see Master again, if I don't even touch Master If I do it, will I...will I die without peace?" Meng Sishui was in a state of confusion, with a trace of blood dripping from her lips, but she was still struggling with pain.

"No...don't care! If you can't take advantage of today's opportunity to touch Master, then just touch my arm, even if I die, I am willing..." Finally, Meng Rushui cheered himself up, and still endured I couldn't help but want to reach out and touch Leng Luochen's long hair.

It is already late at night, the moonlight shines through the window, just in front of you, the light of the moonstone lantern, and the moonlight pouring in complement each other, just reflecting the outstretched plain hand of the dreamlike water...

A pair of dreamlike beautiful eyes stared closely at Leng Luochen, who was afraid of making mistakes. She was deeply afraid that Leng Luochen would suddenly wake up. She was in a panic, and she was even thinking at this moment. If the real master wakes up, what should she do? Think of a set of rhetoric to explain and prevaricate.

It seems that as she stretched out her hand, she could already clearly feel that the unique aura of the master had permeated. Seeing her hand stretching out slowly, her dreamy eyes flickered with shyness, a touch of embarrassment. Excited!
"Yes, I just want to be brave!" Meng Bishui cheered herself up, and the speed of reaching out her hand became faster.

Finally, he felt his hand and touched the strong muscles. It was the arms full of strength that were revealed when the master's clothes were destroyed.

Feeling the elasticity, the dimples on Meng Rushui's cheeks also became clearly visible.

She smiled, and she was very satisfied. It turns out that the high-ranking master feels so real to the touch.

Of course, people’s desires are unlimited, and everyone knows the principle of contentment and happiness, but how many people can really achieve the four words of contentment and happiness when they are really on the scene?
Therefore, Meng Sishui looked at the lying Master, and she suddenly wanted to hug her.

As soon as this idea appeared, it was like poison, spreading in the dream like water in an instant, and like a bomb, it exploded completely in her head.

This thought instantly became urgent in her heart, igniting the longing light in her eyes, making Meng Rushui's whole blood freeze for a short time and suddenly boil.

This feeling made her feel like being crawled over by thousands of ants.

"Master must be drinking too much now, I...I should be okay if I hug you?" Meng Sishui thought of this, only felt her cheeks on both sides were hot, she couldn't imagine how red her face was now .

It's just that the more she thinks about it, the more she desires to be held tightly in the arms of the master, so that her hot face can be pressed close to the chest of the master.

"Master..." Meng Bishui murmured, her lips trembling, and the other left hand, which had been afraid to stretch out, was also driven by thoughts in her mind, and she boldly raised it up, wanting to hug Leng Leng Chen...

(End of this chapter)