Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

It seems that the little demon has drunk too much.

His eyes glanced faintly at the hall. Ah Bai and Xiao Hei continued to sleep.

There was nothing unusual about Zixia peak, so Yunqing asked, "you're drunk with only one cup?"

"Master, I'm not drunk. I can still serve tea and pour water for master." she covered her red lips and smiled.

"Oh?" Yunqing asked to look at Xia Qingluo in surprise.

"Master, I'll accompany you to have a rest." extinction took a step forward again.

It's only a short distance from yunqingrang. As long as the body tilts, it will fall into the arms that have been thinking for decades.

"You accompany me to rest?" Yunqing asked word by word.

"Yes, master," she said, pretending to be coquettish and angry. Her water eyes were full of lingering affection. At the thought of being able to make clouds and rain with the beautiful Yunqing like the God of heaven tonight, her excited Yuanshen was trembling.

Yunqing asked her to focus on Xia Qingluo, as if she had known her on the first day.

The dark deep eyes, like the boundless night sky, firmly shrouded the extinction of full of affection.

At this time, her Yuanshen had controlled Xia Qingluo's body. Under such eyes, she clearly felt her heart jumping in panic.

Yun qingrang and the Banshee really had an affair!

"Are you sure?" Yunqing asked the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Nature is... Sure!" extinction felt that her body had become a pool of water, and her body fell on yunqingrang's chest as if it were boneless.

A sense of wine spread in Yunqing's nose with inexplicable affection.

Yunqing let her body not move, but slightly lowered her eyes, and her sight fell into Xia Qingluo's slightly raised eyes.

In the eyes that are as clear as water and clear as black and white on weekdays, there is boundless spring and affection at this time.

And her hand was also stirred in his chest.

How much did the little demon drink?

Is it wine or aphrodisiac?

A faint dark light flashed in Yunqing's eyes. Mortals say that they spit out the truth after drinking.

Does this little demon really like himself?

On weekdays, the master calls one by one. It sounds insincere, and he knows that Xia Qingluo doesn't treat him as a master.

Regular duplicity.

It seems intimate, but in fact it always keeps a distance.

Unexpectedly, Xia Qingluo, who was drunk, looked like this, and she seemed very happy with herself.

Although the human demon has a different way, if the demon is Xia Qingluo, he doesn't mind that the person next to him is her.

It's just impossible to be a Taoist companion.

However, I have no idea about her. How can I cut off the little demon's love for herself and let her concentrate on her practice so that she can achieve positive results in the future.

And myself is a merit.

Yunqing let stretch out his fingers, pinch the collar of "Xia Qingluo" and pull her away from his arms. After his soft body left, he felt empty in his arms.

He frowned and put Xia Qingluo three steps away, "absurd!"

"Shifu, Shifu." I don't know what happened. I just looked at Yun qingrang uneasily.

Yunqingrang turned around and no longer paid attention to "Xia Qingluo", but attached his hands behind him. His tall and straight posture like jade disappeared in the hall in the blink of an eye.

He lifted up his skirt and ran out of the hall.

These two masters and disciples are good at playing. They want to refuse and welcome.