Get Lost, You Witch! Don’t Even Think About Letting Me Have A Baby With You Again!

"Witch!"

"You damn stinky witch!"

In sharp contrast to Pei Zhinan's heartfelt joy and comfort, the anger in Li Qingming's heart turned into a sharp edge with cold light!

How could he be wantonly humiliated by the enchantress Pei Zhinan when he was once the number one true successor of Jiuzhou Palace, the number one contemporary man, the world-famous young swordsman, and the Qingming senior who was loved by countless fairies?

The scene that happened in the cave more than two years ago was now repeated in his master's boudoir. The difference was that their identities had been reversed.

Being the plaything of the demon witch?

Can't bear it,

I really can't stand it!

so......

Li Qingming closed his eyes directly and said no more words.

——He simply pretended to be a dead body.

As the saying goes, remain unchanged to cope with all changes, and use stillness to brake.

Forced by the situation at this moment, Li Qingming felt that he could not resist, but he could not really let Pei Zhinan win. A strong person would never complain about the environment, but would only look for problems within himself.

Stinky witch!

Don't even think about it!

I'll just order it!

Still the kind that waves the white flag and surrenders!

The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant, and Pei Zhinan, who had a charming and youthful face just now, couldn't help but become colder.

She thought about it a lot, but she never expected that Li Qingming would resist herself in such a way.

Childish and extremely ridiculous.

But it brought her some unspeakable shame, even more than the time more than two years ago when her murderous intent almost exploded.

"Li, Qing, Ming."

She read the name word by word, and the anger she felt a moment ago suddenly dissipated completely, her eyes filled with a playful look, "I haven't seen you for several years, how come you are so weak?"

"?"

Li Qingming's eyes twitched, and finally he could bear the humiliation and responded coldly, "Witch, you can't even try to shake my mind! Don't even try to seduce me with your charms."

"Oh, you righteous monks are all extremely hypocritical," Pei Zhinan snapped his fingers, causing Li Qingming's closed eyelids to open suddenly.

"Li Qingming!" Pei Zhinan's charming eyes were as charming as spring, but with a bit of coldness in the cold winter, "Do you really think that a defeated general like you is worthy of me using my charm skills?"

"Ha," Li Qingming sneered, and everything he wanted to say was hidden in this cold snort.

Pei Zhinan just smiled and narrowed his eyes, leaning down, so close that the tips of their noses were almost touching each other.

At such a distance, the seductive beauty on Pei Zhinan's body became even stronger, and Li Qingming couldn't help but feel his Adam's apple rolling down a few times, and then his expression froze and he looked uncertain.

———.

"Look at your appearance, why should I bother?"

"Li Qingming, are you saying that I have used charm on you?"

"Li Qingming, please speak~"

As the old saying goes, if you can't resist...

Li Qingming sighed quietly, closed his eyes, and did not forget to add another sentence.

"Smelly witch, don't be complacent! Sooner or later you will die in my hands!"

...

...

This enjoyment made it dark.

It was evening, and the clouds lingering on Ziyun Peak were dyed orange by the rays of the sun. The clouds in some places were layered on top of each other, creating a very deep purple color.

If dawn breaks in the sky, you can still see purple clouds and mist all over the sky.

This is the origin of the name Ziyun Peak.

"Qing, senior brother Qingming?"

The outer disciples who were serving at the foot of the mountain saw the figure with a somewhat vacuous pace from a distance, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Li Qingming, "Is this a relapse of your old illness? Why are you looking so pale?"

Li Qingming paused and then nodded. He couldn't say that he fought with the demon girl for three hundred rounds, and then lost his strength slightly and lost to the opponent, right?

Then he, the former number one true successor of Ziyun Peak, still doesn’t want to lose face?

He obviously just made a wrong move and was careless.

Next time, he will definitely win it back!

Li Qingming saw the person coming, recalled it for a moment, and said hello: "Oh, it's Junior Brother Du Hao."

Although he has traveled from heaven to earth in the past two years, there are still many outer disciples in the sect who fully respect him. This junior brother is one of them, and he is also a disciple under Ziyun Peak.

Li Qingming would go back to Ziyun Peak every month to pick up the letters sent by his master, and he met him many times.

He has mediocre looks and mediocre qualifications, but has a good mentality. Many people who are decades old are still stuck on the ninth level of foundation building.

"Yes, the last time we met was when senior brother returned to the peak to collect letters a month ago." Du Hao said with emotion in his tone, "By the end of the year, I will be demoted to the city under the gate to be a steward."

Cultivation of immortality is no different from gambling.

When you are young, people always think that you are the next child of luck. When you are middle-aged, people think that you must have accumulated little experience and become a late bloomer. When you are old, you are still looking forward to a turn of events.

Without talent and opportunities, most people like Du Hao, who are qualified but ordinary people, waste their lives.

"Then we are also destined. I will always meet you when I return to the sect every day to collect letters. When the time comes, I will simply go to Lin'an City to keep my company. If there is such a fate, please take care of me, junior brother." Li Qingming became lively in just a few words. The reason why he is so famous is that he is approachable and not aloof like other true disciples.

"Senior brother is joking. I will be the one to bother him then. I will send him off." Du Hao was not a melancholy person, and he escorted Li Qingming away from Ziyun Peak.

Although no one in the sect would really dare to cause trouble to Li Qingming openly, they still couldn't prevent some foolish young people. Du Hao was the disciple on duty today, so he could be of some use.

Li Qingming did not refuse his kindness.

After returning to the courtyard in the city, Li Qingming put away all his emotions and revealed a face that he didn't even know was gentle.

His daughter Pei Zhulu, who had a Nezha haircut, was sitting on the doorpost with her little mouth pouted and her face full of frustration.

Next to him was his frightened butler, Uncle Fu.

"Abba!"

As soon as he appeared, the little guy's eyes suddenly widened, he jumped into the air, and then landed accurately in Li Qingming's arms, hugging his neck tightly and not letting go.

"Daddy, daddy, you are finally back." The little guy's voice was already crying.

"Don't cry, don't cry." Li Qingming comforted her somewhat awkwardly.

"I, I thought daddy didn't want me anymore," Pei Zhulu said in a milky voice even when he cried.

"How could it be? How could dad not want you?"

"Really, really?"

"of course it's true."

The little one loves to cry, but is also easy to coax. She stopped crying when Li Qingming said something true, but she couldn't wipe away the tears on her face for a while.

She raised her chubby little face, sniffed, and asked timidly: "Did Dad miss me?"

"Thought."

Li Qingming answered without any pause, and then reached out to help her wipe away her tears.

When Pei Zhulu heard this, he held back his last tear, then stroked his chest with the same fleshy little hand, and said softly:

"so far so good,"

"I thought I was the only one secretly missing Dad."