Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Qin Jun's footsteps approached with a sound.

The closer you get, the more you can feel Jiang Yinghe's slightly chaotic breathing. He glanced at Li Huanhan, and saw his eyes congealed like blood.

"This is the reason why Master wants to be jealous of you." Qin Jun said, "Since there is a problem with your mind, stay away from him. Can't you learn."

The hall was empty, only the sound of words spread.

Li Huanhan glanced at him indifferently, and the dark red under his eyes became more and more deposited. When the atmosphere was dense and tight and almost suffocating, the person in his arms tugged at his clothes, and his voice was muted.

"It's still cold..."

Not only Li Huanhan, Qin Jun's eyes also returned to Jiang Yinghe's body. Hearing him take a deep breath, the words still sounded uncomfortable.

"……I will do it myself."

Jiang Yinghe let go of his hand slightly, not noticing that his palms were soaking the other's clothes, but he tilted his head and breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Let me do it by myself, you two... stay away from me."

Li Huanhan was silent for a moment. Just when Qin Jun thought he could not make sense at all, he saw him stretch out Jiang Yinghe’s hair, wiped it on his slightly sweaty forehead, and then seemed to want to bow his head. Kiss him, but when he saw the frowning black eyebrows, he stopped halfway through.

Qin Jun loosened his clenched fingers again, unaware of how tight his talent was. He can clearly perceive the things that suddenly burst into flames in his heart-such as desire, jealousy, and desperate thoughts of taking Master back to his side.

But he also clearly sensed how he endured it. The corners of Jiang Yinghe's eyes were red, and his voice trembled a little, but he still clearly rejected the two of them.

If it is really necessary to take advantage of the danger, it would have been done long ago, and it will not be held back to this day.

Qin Jun let out a sigh, took a step closer, and stretched out his hand towards Li Huanhan, saying: "Give it to me, I will bring the master into the bedroom."

Li Huanhan raised his eyes and stared at him, with blood in his eyes like a knife, motionless.

Qin Jun raised his eyebrows, his crushed anger burst into flames, his hands squeezed his finger bones itchingly, "Perhaps I should try, can I smooth your mind from good to bad? So you won’t get muddled at the critical moment."

Li Huanhan was very careful when he hugged Jiang Yinghe, but he was also the one who knew Master's current situation best. He glanced over Qin Jun and up and down, and said, "Where? I'm holding him."

The Nether Hall is just the main hall, connected to the back

Qin Jun should lead the way for the sleeping hall. Qin Jun narrowed his eyes and stared at him for a moment, but at last he took a half step back, and did not forcibly hug someone from Li Huanhan's hands.

The two walked all the way through the Netherworld Hall. There was no verbal communication during the whole process, but they could hear Jiang Yinghe's depressive and fine groans. To some extent, this seemed to be a kind of torture.

Jiang Yinghe has been here before, but it seems that he has re-arranged many array spells. A gauze tent was hung on the large bed, and there were several layers of light smoky gray curtains.

Li Huanhan put him on the bed and slipped his fingers through the other's hair reluctantly, seeming to hesitate, and asked him in his ear: "Do you need jade?"

After all, if Master is allowed to solve it by himself, his sanity will not necessarily be sober, and it will be even more difficult to toss for a long time at that time.

The silver ring was worn by him when he was obsessed with his mind. Although it had been taken off, he still had a little bit of the effect of those magic patterns.

Jiang Yinghe's eyelashes were a little wet, and even the joints of the finger bones were a little red when they were clenched. He didn't have the energy to curse, but he was still pulling Li Huanhan's collar angrily to talk, his palms were sweaty, and his breath seemed to burrow into his ears: "...no, get away."

Li Huanhan's Adam's apple rolled, and when he saw the fingers pulling the collar loosen, he got up slowly. When he wanted to say something before leaving, he was pulled away by Qin Jun.

The three-layer tents are put together, so you can't even see a person's shadow.

Qin Jun stood in front of the gauze tent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

The gauze tent is not soundproof. Even though the sound inside has been suppressed very low, it can still be heard.

Qin Jun turned around and glanced at Li Huanhan, then sat on the chair on the side of the bed and stared at the demon with an abnormal brain.

In fact, after the curtain was closed, Li Huanhan looked much more normal. His dark red eyes, like congealed blood, gradually returned to its original state. After half a cup of tea, it was completely restored to its original appearance. .

It's just that the heart demon lines are still growing vigorously with the beating of the heart.

Qin Jun sat next to him, while forcing himself to stare at him intensively and hostilely, while pouring a cup of cold tea.

The only consolation is that he is not the only one to endure.

The sound of the tea falling into the cup is unusually clear.

When the sound of water stopped, he heard Li Huanhan's dry questioning.

"Where is the Long Nightman?"

"I don't know." Qin Jun took a sip of tea, "Maybe back to the Yaozu first.

, I went to find Master Yun. "

"Yeah." Li Huanhan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said again, "Your mattress..."

"Yinxu silk." Qin Jun answered quickly, "It's very soft, it's the same style used by Bai Heyuyu... the one you picked back then, the same material."

This is probably the most peaceful time for the two of them.

It's not okay if you don't feel calm, you can't touch it, and you can't go.

Both people's hearing is too keen, and the voice is unbearable to hear the sweetheart "solve the problem" by himself.

After a short silence, Qin Junmo slapped the wall of the teacup, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Is it too long?"

Li Huanhan raised his eyes and glanced at him, but didn't answer immediately. After a while, he said in a low voice.

"...It sounds a bit unbearable."

"How many times do you want that thing?" Qin Jun glanced at the silver ring in his hand, and looked at the man's face without changing his face, and glanced at the magic pattern on the ring.

"...Twice."

"Twice..." Qin Jun took a breath, and finally couldn't sit still, walked over to the bed, paced aimlessly back and forth, and asked, "Master, you... are you okay?"

There was a moment of silence inside, and the sound that rang with a soft, but still strong tone.

"...It's okay."

...This doesn't sound like it's okay.

Qin Jun was uneasy and walked around the curtain, unable to stop. After a while, Li still whispered coldly, "You sit down, and it swayed to me.... Instead of waiting here, it's better to go out."

"Tsk," Qin Jun was slightly surprised, "you still have time to let go."

Li Huanhan raised his hand and tapped his forehead with his fingers, his tone of voice was unpredictable: "You and I go out for a fight, it's better than now."

Just when Qin Jun was about to ridicule him for only this method, he was suddenly grasped by the sleeve of the hand stretched out from the gauze tent.

That hand was slender and thin, with well-defined bones, and it was terribly good-looking. But the palm of the hand was wet, and it was a little slippery when I held it, and the shape of the joints was clear and distinct, and under the thin and fair skin, there were faint traces of light blue blood vessels.

Qin Jun immediately held his fingers backhand and said nervously, "What's wrong?"

"……clothes."

There are no changing robes in his storage ring.

Who would have thought that within a short period of time, his robes and instruments would either be lost or destroyed.

Jiang Yinghe let go of his hand slightly, retracted, and glanced at the soiled clothes...

The other is Li Huanhan's.

Although except

Dust curses and the like can completely solve the dirty place, but he still feels a little troubled in his heart, and...I don’t know whether he should praise it as a trick of magic repair, it is the first time he feels that he has The talent of being the protagonist of Xiao Huangwen.

He felt that he couldn't touch anywhere now, and he could shed tears wherever he touched. Although it was not his intention to shed tears, he didn't want the corners of his eyes to turn red from crying, but this was not something he could control.

Especially the tail that was installed before the long night...It is particularly hindering operation.

Jiang Yinghe still has some impediments until now, and feels that there is still a little remaining effect that has not been able to vent, but he is already very tired, and he just keeps burning like this, and doesn't want to move his body anymore.

Single for a thousand years, pure-hearted and low-spirited, technology can be imagined... I really can't make it difficult for myself.

And he himself was a little sad.

He cast a spell on the soiled clothes and put them aside, then changed the clothes Qin Jun handed over again. Sitting on the bed facing the dimness in front of me, I walked for a while, feeling that my mind was blank from time to time, and some disturbing thoughts came out from time to time.

This kind of thing has happened more than once.

Jiang Yinghe raised his hand and tried to stabilize his mind for a while, then raised his hand to open the veil, and said to Qin Jun outside: "This, give it back to him."

Qin Jun took the black cloak, stared at Jiang Yinghe for a while, and suddenly said: "Master."

"Ok?"

"His face is a little red." Qin Jun raised his hand and touched the opponent's red cheek with his fingers, feeling a bit hot under his fingers, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes and glanced at him. He didn't know what to say, and felt that it was a shame to say everything. Even if Qin Jun didn't plan the matter, he even prevented something worse from happening to a certain extent.

He shook his head and drew back silently, even the breath he felt became suppressed and slow.

Qin Jun's originally anxious heart suddenly turned into ice. He poured a basin of cold water on his head and covered his face. His mind suddenly became sober, and backhand threw the cloak to Li Huanhan, his tone of voice was slightly chilly.

"Li Huanhan."

Li Huanhan caught the cloak and looked up: "What?"

"I really can't think of why he would be so good to you."

Qin Jun turned around, narrowing his iron gray eyes slightly: "Do you know how jealous I am."

Li Huan looked back with cold blood and asked, "How is he?"

"Don't bother, you bother." Qin Jun smiled sarcastically

With a cry, "...senior brother."

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When he woke up the next day, the candlelight and phosphor fire outside was still burning, and the feverish feeling on his body subsided a lot.

Jiang Yinghe sat up, slowly awakening his mind.

Outside the gauze tent, the phosphorous fire dangled like fireflies in the night sky.

He tried his best to think calmly for a moment, and then tried to communicate with the system that had always been mechanically like a small program in his mind.

"My apprentice has been nurtured. Can I... leave them alone?"

The system that had been silent for a long time returned slowly.

"Don't give up, there is no nurturing, there is hope."

Jiang Yinghe frowned and said, "...Is there any hope for this, don't you know if they want to sleep with me? Are you not in the master system? Then what is it that I experienced?"

The system was silent for a while, and continued to respond rigidly.

"If you teach them in bed, you can be considered a good teacher."

Jiang Yinghe: "..."

"Your apprentices have no experience in this area." The system is clearly organized, "This is also one of the teaching tasks."

Jiang Yinghe: "..."

"Sex education, love education, death education." The system said, "This is a lofty and great cause, Teacher Jiang."

Jiang Yinghe couldn't stand the name of the system, he sighed slowly, and said, "Although you are so quibble, I still feel that I have no room left for myself."

The system was silent for a moment, and continued: "This is not only your task, but also mine."

"What is your mission?"

"……save."

Jiang Yinghe was keenly aware that this is a simple but worthy of analysis answer, and immediately asked: "What rescue?"

The system did not answer any more, and returned to the previous pretending state.

Jiang Yinghe lowered his head and thought for a while, but couldn't get a more precise answer. He got up to wash and change clothes, and wanted to change the clothes that he borrowed temporarily yesterday. He was clearly prepared to face the two men, but found that the golden boy and the jade girl were guarding the sleeping hall.

The two children didn't dare to fall asleep, and looked a bit wronged. They seemed to be held accountable by Qin Jun, and they were more pitiful than the other. Seeing Jiang Yinghe waking up, Jin Tong stepped forward and brought up the washing utensils Qin Jun had previously ordered, and a light blue Taoist uniform.

Jiang Yinghe asked: "Where are Qin Jun and Li still cold?"

"My lord," Jin Tong narrowed his mouth, "in Xiu Styx."

"The devil is also here." Jade Girl answered, "I went early in the morning."

Jiang Yinghe

I nodded and saw that they were so wronged. Although they knew that according to Gui Xiu's point of view, they could not judge people by appearance, but to distract myself, don't always think about what happened last night, and ask: "Why? How old are you so wronged?"

The golden boy was aggrieved, and when he heard him asking, he felt even more pitiful. He wiped away his tears and cried so much that he choked: "I'm only 841 years old, and the big beauty asked me to take a breath. Do not cry……"

Jiang Yinghe: "..."

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Ten thousand monsters frontier.

The Sanqing Demon Lord swallowed and carefully raised his eyes to look at the ancestor, before he trembled for a while and said: "My brother...he didn't come back..."

The boy in red was playing with the flute, with no special expression on his face, he just tapped his palm with the emerald flute, and said, "No? Wu Chengyu is not here, what about my little uncle?"

"This, my subordinates don't know." Sanqing said bitterly, "I sent a letter to Cheng Yu a long time ago and let him let him go. It's just that Cheng Yu said... said they, already... that, already closed. I'm a Taoist companion, that Master Xiaoyun, who has eaten something...needs to cultivate."

There was a click.

Chang Ye just tapped it lightly, and the corners of the table were cut neatly. Long Ye didn't realize it, and smiled coldly.

"You don't know." He paused for a while, "Then drain your blood and use the technique of blood tracing, you can always find Wu Chengyu."

Sanqing did not dare to come out, so he could only offer the communication objects between the two people with a slight trembling of fingers, and whispered: "He, he is a tiger, and I am a bird. This younger brother recognizes it, Venerable. We are not related by blood..."

Chang Ye glanced at him, took the token that could carry the sound transmission information, and carefully felt the source of the demon energy on the other side.

... so strong herbal smell.

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