Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

The bright red water drops in the blood pool rise and fall on the surface of the pool.

In the empty hall echoed the crisp sound of chain collision and a burst of lowly words.

"...I can't wear it...Li Huanhan, can you calm down?"

However, the person in front of him did not seem to have the slightest impulse. His brows and eyes were calm as usual, and his **** eyes were deep. Only when he looked over, did he peep a trace of slight fluctuations from the frozen eyes.

Jiang Yinghe moved back to the edge, leaning on the corner of the bed, and almost retreated to the ground, but was pulled back by the opponent holding his ankle again.

The black hem blended with the snowy white on the bed, and the styles of the clothes and belts were very familiar to Li Huanhan. He had followed Jiang Yinghe for more than two hundred years. The lives and habits of the two of them had been subtly influenced by the confluence and almost merged into one.

The slender and well-proportioned finger tore open the belt of his body, and the outer robe fell down.

Before he knew their minds, Jiang Yinghe was still calm, but now--

The opponent's actions were not very fierce, but he couldn't get rid of it. Jiang Yinghe couldn't pull it out, and watched him rub the thing a few times, and layers of magic repair seals lit up on it.

"Li is still cold?" The chain rang, Jiang Yinghe's voice was a little dumb, and the end of his eyes slowly turned red, "...Are you dumb?"

The opponent's movement stopped for a moment, and then continued. His body also approached, and his body was filled with a brutal slaying air like swords and soldiers, dark and cold.

Jiang Yinghe held his wrist and couldn't find anything that could be a little deterrent, so he had to retreat as an advance, and slowly softened his voice: "...It's still cold, you...Don't hurt me."

Perhaps this slight gesture of favor touched Li Huanhan's nerves. He finally broke the silence, turned his head and kissed Master's wet eyelashes: "Okay."

Jiang Yinghe lowered his eyes and let him kiss him, and then stared at the completely black status bar. Although he knew he couldn't refuse, he still asked with some incomprehension: "What are you doing here?"

The other side was silent for a while, until Jiang Yinghe thought he would not answer, only to hear Li Huanhan's low voice.

"I don't want... Master thinks that others will react."

Jiang Yinghe slowly widened his eyes: "Who do I miss? I, I obviously are diligently cultivating Taoism and teaching honestly, although I don't do well in educating people..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt that the action under the other's finger was heavier.

His waist tightened suddenly, but after a short while, he lost his strength and fell back to the bed. Jiang Yinghe was lying on the couch, looking at the red veil above the sleeping hall, he felt his heart beating too fast.

...Too exciting.

Like a group of surging waves hitting the rocks, being dried by the blazing sun, a little bit of water is steaming. The stars in the night sky are all abruptly moving from side to side, wandering back and forth, colorfully bright and colorfully extinct, poking and wagging their tails indefinitely, bursts of starlight rushing into my mind.

He exhaled.

Even the breath is hot.

Jiang Yinghe raised his hand, feeling that his head was full of stars, and his ears were full of crisp chain sounds. His fingers dipped into the hair, only to realize that the roots of his hair were all wet with thin sweat.

The thin plain shirt on his body is also somewhat close to the skin, and outlines the lines of his back and waist.

Jiang Yinghe turned his gaze and looked at the other person with the dim light on the side. He saw a thick blood red under Li Huanhan's eyes. He looked at it for a moment, and his voice was a little hoarse and softly said: "Are you nervous?"

"……Ok."

"I really don't understand what's going on with you. Say you are timid. You dare to directly tie me up and say you are bold. You have to look at your face even if you kiss me." Jiang Yinghe buzzed in his mind. I don't know what I'm talking about, and he said to myself, "You don't allow me to think about others, isn't that blocking my own way?"

He raised his hand, pressed his beating eyebrows and rubbed it twice, circling the Taoist body, temporarily clearing his mind, before he could not hold back, he said a few words to the other party: "If I can't accept you for the rest of my life, you have to go with me. When will it be?"

The other party was silent for a moment and replied: "I have been by Master's side all the time."

As soon as Jiang Yinghe relaxed, he felt that Li Huanhan's hand was really technically inadequate. Wearing a lock was like his mother wearing embroidery needles. No, he was not an embroidery needle... The star full of stars he had just pressed down followed again. Get up and hear the words: "You sound familiar...hiss, lighten it."

His voice trembled a little, and he took a deep breath before closing his eyes and turning his head aside, and buried himself in the quilt.

...Where is it familiar? It feels like Qin Jun and Chang Ye have said the same thing.

When Li Huanhan finally put on the final restraint, Jiang Yinghe's originally reddish eyes were completely red, sweat was leaking on his forehead, his lips were a little bit red, and the two bunny ears on his head curled up slightly. , Frozen lying between the hair.

He put on his robe again, sat on the corner of the bed and fastened the lace of the snow-white robe and the pipa buckle.

I felt that Li was still getting close to the breath in front of him.

Jiang Yinghe paused with his fingers, without raising his eyes, and cursed with red eyes, "Perverted."

"Ok."

Li Huanhan actually admitted calmly. He wrapped his master’s waist and helped him arrange the wrinkled sleeves. His movements were familiar and natural. If it hadn’t been for this gentle and considerate apprentice who had just done such an extraordinary thing, he almost Can't see any difference from before.

Even though Jiang Yinghe had a pile of anger, he couldn't show it at this time. He watched Li Huanhan gather his loose hair back, his movements as gentle as ever.

...What is going on with the feeling that you can't get angry.

Jiang Yinghe didn't avoid his hand rebelliously, but it was still somewhat weird and subtle. He slowly condensed his thoughts, combed through his head, and after a while, he said: "The magic repair that can reach a half-step golden immortal and the body of a heavenly demon is only the blood river demon from a thousand years ago. You participated in the Penglai school. Why is it that the sect general election?"

Li Huanhan watched him and calmly said: "The condition for the secret method of resurrection is to resuscitate the body of the prepared demon. When I woke up, I had just activated my bloodline and was already a disciple of Penglai."

Jiang Yinghe sighed and continued to ask: "Why don't you reject me."

His voice has always been clear and clear, but when he said it at the moment, he seemed a little depressed. The candlelight on the side was reflected on the robe, softening the contrast between the thick black hair and the plain clothes.

His sleeves are embroidered with the pattern of Baimei, with gold thread stitching, which is double-sided and three-different embroidery, and the inside is moiré embroidered with silver thread.

Li Huanhan was silent for a while, his eyes fell on Jiang Yinghe's face.

"I think..." He paused, "...see how you will treat me."

Jiang Yinghe suddenly heard the record about the Demon Venerable Blood River that he had read. This Demon Venerable rose abruptly thousands of years ago, and personally saw the last head of the Heavenly Demon Cult.

It is contained in the book that his father was originally a righteous disciple, named Li Yunxiao, who used to be under the Penglai Clan, and was the Jian Xiu Yingjie at that time. Li Yunxiao eloped with Ning Fengyao, the saint of the Heavenly Demon Cult, on a moonlit night, and both betrayed the door, hoping to live a life of idle clouds and wild cranes and wandering around the world. Only later...

The sect always had to clean up the door, and the records were chaotic. It was said that Li Yunxiao was betrayed by Ning Fengyao and died by gouging his heart. It is said that in order to protect his wife and children, he received a sword from the master, and his soul was scattered, and he could not even enter the Netherworld... But the final result was the same, he died.

Ning Fengyao fled back to the Heavenly Demon Sect, made a contract with the leader of the time, and became the only one to be done

The saint who is still serving as an adult. And Li Huanhan also became a disciple of that leader.

What happened later... it was even more **** and dark, and even the words were shocking, not to mention it.

When Jiang Yinghe read this record, he only remembered that the jade slip commented on the Demon Lord of the Blood River, saying that he was "cruel and cold, ruthless, and weak in sympathy, which is a natural evil cultivation."

But at this moment, Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes and looked, but he still felt that although the person in front of him was strong on the surface, it was actually as brittle as glass with cracks on one side.

He looked back and kept looking into those blood-red eyes.

"Master." Li Huanhan said, "Are you... already in your heart?"

Jiang Yinghe was startled for a moment: "Does my heart belong? Am I so promising?"

He thought for a while, and felt that what he said was wrong, and corrected: "There will be in the future, there will be..."

He was halfway through, and suddenly there was a cold behind his back. He realized that this sentence was not quite right. Just when he wanted to correct it, he heard the heavy voice of the big apprentice ringing from his ears.

"That night at Qingjingya, Master had a reaction." When he even said these few words, Li Huanhan's tone was restrained, "Is it released by thinking of the long night?"

He asked so calmly that even Jiang Yinghe's mind went blank for a moment.

...This is why he wants to be locked? No, no, does this person have too much brain supplement ability? He didn't think about the long night. That night, he was frightened by the posture of several people, and then stayed up for a long time before going to bed. In his sleep...

The thoughts in Jiang Yinghe's mind stopped abruptly, thinking of fingers that were too cold to touch that night.

——To be finished.

That is not a dream, but...

Jiang Yinghe stretched out his hand to close his collar and heard the other party continue.

"Master, at that time, it was a long night."

Jiang Yinghe can't remember the specific scene anymore. He only remembers that before nightfall, Ye'er did come and stayed for a long time. He seemed to vaguely feel that someone touched his lips. In the long night when he was half-dreaming and half-awake, he thought it was a long night with a more leaping personality and climbed over the bed again. .

Seeing that he didn't answer, Li Huanhan stopped talking and didn't continue to ask. He leaned closer, hugged Jiang Yinghe tightly in his arms, closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "This thing is also for you to wear in the long night?"

Before Jiang Yinghe could react to what he was talking about, he was stroking the rabbit ears on his head with a hand.

This pair of soft and fluffy rabbit ears has been reducing the sense of existence, but after all, they have not escaped the fate of being rua. Coat-colored snow on the long ears that fall down

White, there is no impurity, and the tip of the ear is studded with a little long hair.

Li Huanhan brushed his well-proportioned knuckles over the rabbit ears, and touched the soft ears back and forth a few times. As his movements continued, the master in his arms suddenly became stiff, and the fingers holding his arm trembled a few times at the same time.

Jiang Yinghe's palms were sweaty, and he couldn't grasp the clothes on his arms. He annoyed to think of the side effects of a certain medicine due to its failure...He was extremely sensitive, especially his ears.

What should have been remembered before, Li Han had touched his body before, and he had been forced by the touch to make his mind unconscious.

Jiang Yinghe's hand slid down half an inch from his arm, and then slightly supported it. He lowered his head, panting, breathing in confusion, and said chaotically: "...insurgent."

This sentence has no deterrent effect at all, and even the tone is soft. Jiang Yinghe was lying in his arms, with his forehead pressed against his shoulders. He was rua into doubting his life. In the end he hugged his waist with a broken jar, shaking his rabbit ears and choked: "Don't touch, don't touch me... It’s still cold."

Obviously it looks so normal on the surface, why is the temperament really so dark! If it was before, even if Li Huanhan wanted to touch it, he would only gently ask him about his wishes, asking him if he could touch it.

Now... the status is really plummeted.

Jiang Yinghe's eyes were red, and he couldn't push him away inexplicably, so he could only slowly shrink into his arms, his plush ears became hot, and he was so embarrassed that he would knot himself up.

But at this moment, the other party recovered some of his former demeanor, lowered his head and leaned to his ear.

"Tail." Li Huan asked in a low voice, "Can you touch it?"

Jiang Yinghe: "!!!"

He immediately raised his eyes and stared at the opponent nervously, and refused with a stern face: "Absolutely not. You..."

Jiang Yinghe spoke, his ears were rubbed to the roots, his voice was interrupted, and he felt a whimper in his throat.

...I was so conscientious in my last life that I met you...the debts that you can't pay in this life...

No rejection is as effective as action. Jiang Yinghe broke away from his arms and moved to the corner on the huge bed, holding his knees to occupy only a small corner of the bed.

He wiped the physiological tears that overflowed from the corner of his eyes, and the end of his eyes was still red. He softly said, "It's still cold... You listen to me, okay?"

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Penglai school.

In the main hall of Penglai, countless Penglai disciples stood on both sides, waiting for instructions.

Behind the mysterious gate of the main hall, a long screen separated the airborne, in the innermost chamber. Zhou Zhengping sat on the head, beside

Yan Caiwei in a purple robe.

The cloud is always there. To be precise, there has been no news since the cloud went to Lanruo Temple with Jiang Yinghe to express condolences. If it weren't for both the soul lamp and the life card were still intact, I'm afraid it's more than just what's in front of them at this moment.

At the bottom of the chamber, the melancholy in green clothes saluted again, and continued with the unfinished words: "...Xuanwei Xianjun was humiliated by evil repairs because he waited for me. Now Sect Master Guizong can’t find it. When it comes to people, countless evil spirits under his command go out to find people. Many ghosts are not able to cultivate, and they are not very intelligent. They can't even be called ghosts. After leaving the Nether realm, it will be difficult to enter the cycle.

His words stopped, and the meaning was self-evident.

Zhou Zhengping raised his hand and shook the dust, put the tail of the dust on his arm, and said intently: "My junior will save the medicine Wanggu by focusing on the overall situation. Now I am out of the clutches, although I don't know where to go, but it is a good thing. News. As for Qin Jun's matter...I need to discuss together."

Yan Caiwei on the side also sighed: "The true person Qingyan has not returned for a long time, and Penglai is really overwhelmed. How can he manage the living beings in the world forever? Has the real person ever seen Penglai's disciples sluggish and embarrassed? It is to protect the surrounding people."

Sorrow Yongzhou also feels that it is not easy for each other, there is nothing to say, just sigh.

Who would have thought that the most regrettable genius among the hundred-year heroes in the cultivation world was originally the master of ghost cultivation in the world, a natural evil spirit who should have ruled the Netherworld.

The three of them were silent for a while, and suddenly there was another message-like thing that looked like a bird, flying all the way from the outer hall, bypassing the screen, and stopping in the palm of Zhou Zhengping's hand.

He was stunned for a moment, together with his spiritual power, released the contents inside, feeling that the object of communication seemed to be something of a monster race, and a beast-shaped pattern lit up when the spiritual power was poured.

Junior Brother Xiaoyun's voice came from inside.

"Brother head..." He called out, and then said, "Chang Ye is a demon."

Zhou Zhengping was stunned for a moment, and asked quickly: "What did you say?"

This message is just a message, not an instant message, so this sentence cannot be passed on.

A rustling voice rang out from the other side, and then another low, magnetic male voice sounded.

"Uncle Xiaoyun?" He didn't know why he called Yunchang so, his tone of voice went from far to near, "Who are you talking to?"

"No... take your tail down." Yun kept saying, "I just think about it... didn't you say that my nephew was your ancestor?"

The man laughed and said:"

Of course, I didn't expect Demon Venerable Tianzhen to recover, but Venerable was the top powerhouse who could nail the demon **** into the boundless heaven. It’s just that I used to think he was as tall and mighty as my brother, but I didn’t expect..."

Yun kept asking: "I didn't expect it to be so good-looking?"

Afterwards, not knowing what happened, Yun kept groaning softly, and said: "Okay, change back, you are so heavy... Why did my nephew let you look at me?"

There was a low roar of tigers from a very close distance, and a word that was almost inaudible,

"...He wants to chase your brother."

The conversation stopped abruptly.

Zhou Zhengping and Yan Caiwei looked at each other, and they looked at each other for a moment.

Yan Caiwei was the first to speak, with a sense of shock in her tone: "Chang Ye... is the demon sovereign? So Junior Brother Jiang is in his hands now?"

Zhou Zhengping said: "Then Junior Brother Xiaoyun...with one or the other Tiger Demon?!"

The two met again, and then both took a sip of tea to be shocked. After a while, Yan Caiwei recovered, and said to Sorrow Yongzhou: "True person, you can go back and inform Yaowanggu, this time, I am afraid Penglai is really... hard to protect herself."

The author has something to say: The middle paragraph has **** about the stars in the night sky. The hint is inspired by Mr. Lao She's "Camel Xiangzi".

Today's Hehe is so soft, can I feel it?