Quick Travel: The male supporting actor becomes cannon fodder and gets the heroine’s script

Si Shaochen intuitively experienced the immortal method once, which was a scene that he had only experienced when he was dreaming, but he didn't expect it to be realized here.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to the Immortal House, he hid his breath and quietly stepped into the house.

He wanted to see what Xu Baimo could do here.

Si Shaochen did not enter the door, he flew to the eaves and looked in through the moonlight. Xu Baimo turned his back to him, holding something white in his hand, he wanted to see clearly, but because of the angle, he couldn't see anything.

He could only see Xu Baimo burying his face, and curiosity drove him to open the door and walk in.

Xu Baimo was stunned for a while, he calmly put the clothes that Si Shaochen wore today back into the cabinet, and then turned around and respectfully called out to the master.

"What are you doing here?" Si Shaochen asked.

"I saw that the ground was a little dirty, so I came in to clean it and made the bed for Master Venerable." Xu Baimo took two steps back, allowing Si Shaochen to see his results, "I also cleaned up the wardrobe for Master Venerable, Master Venerable rested earlier, and the disciple retired first." "

Wait..." Si Shaochen sat down on the soft big bed, he patted the position next to him, and looked like a prostitute teasing the little girl, "Come here."

"Master?" Xu Baimo was puzzled, but he still did it.

Although he usually lay down a lot in this bed, he secretly lay down by himself.

The distance is too close, the breath exhaled is the taste of each other, Xu Baimo steadied his heart, and his heart said that this is a master, insurmountable.

"Take off your clothes." Si Shaochen said wildly, and blew out the lamp, leaving only a dim small lamp at the head of the bed.

The dim lights are not clear around, the windows are not closed, the wind blows, and the flickering lights add a bit of beauty.

The temperature gradually rises, and the atmosphere begins to scorch.

"Master?"

"Master didn't listen to his words?" Si Shaochen had a straight face, he already didn't like to smile, and his face was more like a cold-faced master.

Xu Baimo untied his clothes belt, revealing the white profane clothes inside, he folded the clothes and put them aside, turning his head to look at Si Shaochen.

Si Shaochen raised his chin and motioned for him to continue taking off.

"Master, what is this going to do?" Xu Baimo untied the strap of his profane clothes, revealing a large chest.

Si Shaochen looked at Xu Baimo's strong but not exaggerated chest muscles, as well as the neat eight-pack abs below, and his mood was much brighter when he was interrupted by the last world.

There is nothing that cannot be solved by astringency, and if there is, it is not astringent.

"When the disciple goes back, wipe the medicine, and the master should not be angry." Xu Baimo thought that Si Shaochen would check the scars on his body, in fact, he was reluctant to use what Si Shaochen gave him, but he didn't expect that Si Shaochen would let him take off his clothes and check them personally.

"Cultivation is the most taboo and impatience." Si Shaochen stretched out his palm and pressed it to Xu Baimo's chest, and a warm immortal qi flowed out from his palm, passing through Xu Baimo's meridians.

"The disciple knows." Xu Baimo breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that the master did not care about him, and in addition to being happy, he also had a trace of worry.

"Why don't you tell the master when you go crazy?" Si Shaochen withdrew his palm, and he rubbed his fingers.

It turns out that the chest muscles are also soft, I don't know if I will feel different when I feel it hard.

"It's not a big deal, the disciple feels that he can solve it by himself, and there will be no trouble for the master."

Xu Baimo's chest muscles rose and fell with his breathing, and Si Shaochen's eyes were the same as those on them, and Xu Baimo was a little ashamed to look at.

"Don't tell me about such a big thing? Do you still treat me as a teacher? Si Shaochen snorted coldly, "If there is anything wrong, say it."

Xu Baimo didn't understand why his master was so angry, he used to deliberately hurt himself to find Si Shaochen to be coquettish, Si Shaochen would scold him angrily at first, and then give him medicine, the number of times, he would only say that he was wasteful, and he knew that he came back with an injury.

Over time, when he was really seriously injured, he did not look for Si Shaochen again, he was all carried by himself, which also caused so many scars on his body, not a single wound, Si Shaochen knew the origin.

"When I went down the mountain a few days ago to exorcise demons, I was eroded by demonic qi and had a rot in my arm, but now it is almost healed." Xu Baimo turned his arm around, revealing the bruises on his biceps, "It's all minor injuries."

"Go on." Si Shaochen glanced at it and quickly flipped through the medicine in the void bag.

"This knife mark on his chest was accidentally injured when he fought with a person who colluded with the demon race, but he has been taken down by his disciples and locked up in the dungeon."

"This way around the waist was a madness last month and accidentally injured myself."

Xu Baimo told about the scars on his body one by one, and Si Shaochen was distressed when he listened.

In comparison, Lu Jiantang cut a finger, he sent the best golden sore medicine, but Xu Baimo, nothing, how pitiful this child is.

Xu Baimo paused, pointed to his pants and said: "There is a trace on the thigh that was caught by the claws of the monster, the demonic qi invaded the body, and the disciple rested for some time, and finally expelled the demonic qi, but there were also indelible traces on the skin." Saying

that Xu Baimo was about to pull down his pants to show Si Shaochen the wound, of course, he was just making a show, his hand was on the head of his pants waiting for Si Shaochen to open his mouth to stop him, waiting for a long time, looking up, he found that Si Shaochen was staring at him, and his eyes seemed to be saying.

Take off, go on, why don't you continue.

Xu Bai Moxi, he silently let go of his hand, pretending that nothing had happened.

"I'll take a look." Si Shaochen waited for Xu Baimo to take off his pants, he waited for a long time without waiting, he leaned forward, his hand just touched Xu Baimo, and the other party suppressed him with a backhand.

Si Shaochen's center of gravity was unstable, leaning forward, Xu Baimo's eyes were quick, put his arm around his waist, and took the person into his arms.

Xu Baimo's hand was still holding Si Shaochen's waist, he didn't expect that Master Venerable's waist was so slender, he could hold it with one hand. Si Shaochen lay in his arms, breathing a little shortly.

Looking at this pair of cold eyes, Xu Baimo's breathing was a little chaotic, and he hurriedly helped Si Shaochen up and jumped off the bed himself.

"The disciple retreats first, and the master rests early."

"No more clothes? If you go out like this, what will the disciples think of me? Si Shaochen held Xu Baimo's neat clothes in his hand.

Xu Baimo turned back hard, he saw that his clothes were grabbed by Si Shaochen's hands, and he reached out to ask for clothes.

"Please also ask the master to hand the clothes to the disciple."

"What can you do if I don't give it?"