This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 133 Passionate but always seems ruthless

The disciple's face was pale, and he lowered his head tremblingly, not daring to say anything.

Jiang Ling had been at Siguo Cliff for a year, but when he went down the mountain, he felt that the surrounding environment was a little strange.

After returning to his room and washing up, he came to Ziqing Hall alone.

My heart, which had always been as calm as water, seemed to have ripples at this time.

For some reason, he hesitated to step in.

A year is not a long time, and to a cultivator, it is just the blink of an eye.

In his mind, he still clearly remembered the expression on the master's face when he looked at him for the last time, it was cold and sharp, and he probably would never forget it in his life.

Master, who had always been cool and gentle in his eyes, didn't have any gentleness on her face before, and she didn't even have much expression, so it looked like a layer of frost had condensed on those delicate and picturesque eyebrows and eyes, cold and biting.

It was as if he was completely disappointed in him, that's why he showed that expression.

She, for him, was disappointed.

"..."

Jiang Ling stood there helplessly in a daze.

His gaze was still dazed, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't take a step, but his fingers were violently exerted without knowing it, and his nails had already sunk into the flesh.

Obviously, a year has passed, but he never dared to forget that kind of look, and he never forgot, until now he seems to be able to feel the icy cold breath, and the indifferent eyebrows, which have always been in his eyes Play it back in front of your eyes, over and over again.

In this year's Siguoya, he felt that there was nothing wrong with his actions, but he felt that it was wrong for him to disappoint Master.

Every time I think of Master's expression, deep panic and bitterness will spread deep in my heart.

This made Jiang Ling feel the pain of being torn apart for the first time.

He felt that he was ashamed to see the master, or he didn't have the courage to face the indifferent master.

How frightened he was, Master looked at him with that cold expression again.

Slowly lowering his head, he loosened his tightly clenched fingers, and looked at his bloody palm in a daze, like a child who has done something wrong, not knowing how to make up for it.

A white-clothed disciple came out of the Ziqing Palace. He seemed to have known that Jiang Ling was at the door.

"Eldest brother, Immortal Venerable let you in."

Jiang Ling lowered his head and straightened his white clothes without a trace of wrinkle, supported the jade crown on his head, and showed a gentle and decent smile on his pale face as much as possible.

He was like a young man who was at a loss before going to see his sweetheart, even he himself didn't realize this unintentional move.

The Ziqing Hall was still as deserted as before.

Jiang Ling came here often, and he memorized the road here thoroughly.

He had made all the mental preparations and thought about how to apologize, but the moment he saw Master, he forgot all the things that came up in his mind, as if he had been beaten with a stick.

Shen Yue was playing chess with herself, with freshly boiled tea placed beside her, the white mist rising slightly blurred her brows and eyes, and her jade-like face seemed not so indifferent.

The slender jade white fingers pinched a white chess piece, and it did not drop for a long time.

The wide sleeves were slightly slippery, revealing the slender and white wrists.

She turned her head when she heard footsteps, "Dare you come in?"

Jiang Ling's light-colored eyes were wide open, and his pupils were constantly trembling, he didn't dare to look at Shen Yue at all.

His fingers twisted his sleeves, his knuckles turned blue.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a long while, then suddenly knelt down without saying a word, and arched his hands together, "This disciple is here to plead guilty, I am ashamed of the teacher's teaching, and I ask the teacher to punish me."

Shen Yue's face didn't show any emotional fluctuations at all, fragments of golden light fell on her face, the jade white glow seemed to be frosted, her eyes were clear, neither happy nor angry.

The white chess in his hand finally fell, "When did the Qingyun sect have the reason to kneel on the ground and speak lightly?"

When Jiang Ling heard this, he got up quickly. He really didn't look very good now. He kept his head down from the beginning to the end, his face was pale and bloodless, and his lips were blue.

At this time, he was hanging his head in a daze, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

He was a completely different person from the elder brother who had a mature and gentle face before.

He seemed to be stimulated by the coldness of Shen Yue's words, his pupils dilated, empty, and he just kept admitting his mistake.

"The disciple made a mistake, and the disciple is willing to be punished."

As long as Shen Yue doesn't look at him with such indifferent eyes, he can be punished in any way, even if he thinks that he is not wrong, he has never felt that he has missed it from the beginning to the end. Slaying demons has always been his duty, and Rong Hua protects demons. People from other clans should be severely punished.

But from then on to the end, he was the only one who was punished.

Jiang Ling knows that he has never been in the eyes of the master, and now he is afraid that in the eyes of the master, he has lost the hat of mutilating his classmates.

I'm afraid I'm so disappointed that I don't even want to look at him.

After all, he almost killed Master's favorite apprentice.

This is what it should be, Master can punish him however he likes, and he won't have a single complaint.

Only by letting the body suffer and suffer over and over again, the heart that is so heavy that it is about to be crushed by the shackles will feel better.

Jiang Ling was almost numb thinking about it.

Shen Yue seemed to feel the desolation and pain emanating from Jiang Ling's body, and her fingers paused.

She was finally willing to turn her head to face Jiang Ling, but Jiang Ling didn't have any courage to look up at Shen Yue.

Timid and self-deceiving.

"Head up."

The light and faint voice made Jiang Ling's body stiff. He obeyed Shen Yue's words almost unconsciously. Before his brain could react, his body obeyed the order first.

He raised his head slowly, but his eyelashes kept trembling, his eyeballs turned around, and he just didn't dare to look at Shen Yue's face.

Seeing this, Shen Yue smiled.

Jiang Ling bumped into Shen Yue's smiling face accidentally, and seeing the slightly gentle smile on Shen Yue's face, Jiang Ling, who was still in a state of restlessness, froze for a moment, his pupils trembling a little.

Those painful and suffocating emotions just now dissipated in an instant.

He gazed greedily at every subtle expression of Shen Yue, and was completely reluctant to look away, for fear that this was just a short but beautiful dream.

Shen Yue couldn't see, and didn't know how dumb the man was at the moment.

She said to Jiang Ling, "Come here, play a game with me."

Jiang Ling seemed to be stupid, he did whatever Shen Yue asked him to do, he sat opposite to Shen Yue, his expression was still in a daze.

She was blindfolded with a white cloth, and her bright red full lips pulled out a small arc, which was more beautiful than anything else, soft enough to fill a person's heart.

Jiang Ling obeyed her order subconsciously, and picked up the black chess with slightly trembling fingertips.

He was in a daze, and he didn't put his mind on the chessboard at all. After he played in a daze, he lost in a daze.

(End of this chapter)