Quick Wear: My Master is a Drama King

The little fox spoke lightly, without the slightest sense of shame, but Jingkong blushed as he listened.

He advised, "Donor Zhaoran, you shouldn't do this. Cultivation should be gradual. Don't think of reaching the sky overnight by taking the crooked path."

Hearing this, Zhao Ran tilted his head: "Oh?"

He suddenly took a step forward, slowly approaching, his lips almost touching Jingkong's ears, and his voice was lingering and alluring: "Is this the evil way?"

As he said this, he gently bit Jingkong's earlobe, which was red enough to drip blood.

Jingkong's pupils shrank slightly and he pushed Zhaoran away violently.

"Hmm..." Zhao Ran fell on the bed, laughing uncontrollably: "Are you angry?"

The indifference in Jingkong's eyes broke, and he took a deep breath slowly: "Amitabha."

Then he covered Zhaoran with the clothes in his hand and said nothing more.

Seeing him acting like a young wife, the little fox became even more demanding: "I didn't kill, burn, plunder, or force anyone. If you really don't want to, I can find someone else. I won't force you."

"This is clearly something we both agreed on. I'm not angry at all for letting you say such a terrible thing, but you're angry with me."

"Besides, I won't drain your energy like the story says. Instead, it's mutually beneficial. So what are you afraid of?"

The taciturn Jingkong froze, his hands quickly twirling the Buddhist beads in his hand, trying to forget the warm and soft touch on his earlobe. He could only say dryly, "I'm sorry."

After saying that, he walked aside to meditate.

Zhao Ran was angry: "Stinking bald ass."

Jingkong closed his eyes and said, "Donor Zhaoran, please go to sleep. I will be watching over you here."

The room fell silent.

Zhaoran stared at Jingkong's back without saying a word, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Bai Jihei, who had already returned to his mind, suddenly spoke up, pulling him back from his thoughts: [Weren't you going to seduce him? Why did you give up? Then how are you going to get revenge? ]

Zhao Ran closed his eyes and said casually: [How can this stupid person be so easily enlightened? Wait a minute, there is no rush. If it doesn't work, just change someone else.]

[By the way, you blocked it just now, right? If I find out that you saw something you shouldn’t have seen, hmph…]

Bai Jihei was angry: [Am I that kind of person? I still want to get married in the future!! Don’t wrongly accuse me!! I am a very virtuous husband!!!]

Zhao Ran said perfunctorily: [I know, I know, you are the most virtuous husband.]

[But you are not a human, right? ]

Bai Jihei: [Slip of the tongue!]

After saying that, it asked again in confusion: [Why do I feel like you are scolding me? ]

Zhao Ran: [I didn’t scold you. That’s enough. Let’s go to sleep.]

After a while, the sound of even breathing could be heard from above the bed.

The little fox fell asleep.

Jingkong slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the void, motionless.

The faint fragrance seems to linger around me, as unreasonable as its owner.

Soon, he closed his eyes again and returned to his usual state of being free of desires.

"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form ..."

…………

Tomorrow Villa.

Liu Yijin, dressed in white, sat in front of the desk, tapping the table lightly with her bony fingers.

He looked at the subordinate in front of him, with an indistinct smile on his lips.

"Martial Arts Exchange Conference? Why did they suddenly come to us?

In the past, they simply ignored us, Tomorrow Villa, but now they think of us. "

Liu Zhu replied: "I think he heard some news and wanted to test whether the owner's health has really been cured."

Liu Yijin looked gentle, but his tone was cold and murderous: "No matter what they think, we will fight back if they come. Are we afraid of them?"

"Besides, it's almost time to take action. The debt owed back then should be repaid."

"Yes." Liu Zhu shuddered and lowered his head even more.

Except for your body covered with three feet of snow, who in the world is worthy of wearing white clothes? Everyone says that the owner of Tomorrow Villa, Liu Yijin, is humble and gentle, like the bright moon in the world.

Who knows what kind of madman he is behind the scenes?

It is said that if the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them.

After the incident that night, they announced to the public that Liu Yijin would no longer be able to practice martial arts.

After that, the martial arts world seemed to have gradually forgotten Mingyue Villa. After all, what threat could a villa supported by a disabled owner pose?

The son of a genius fell into the quagmire and was trampled upon by others. Growing up in this environment, Liu Yijin learned how to disguise himself.

He grew up with the owner of the manor. Although the owner of the manor appears gentle and polite on weekdays, he is actually ruthless when doing things.

Xie Ziqing before was a good example.

At this time, Xie Ziqing, also known as Zhaoran and Jingkong, were outside the gate of Tomorrow Villa and were stopped by the doorman.

The doorman looked at the man who looked a bit like Mr. Xie. Although he was a little surprised, he did not think that this was him.

After all, Mr. Xie usually never wears clothes as bright as red, and his temperament is also different.

This young master is more lively, like a spoiled young man.

The doorman was surprised but said expressionlessly: "You can't come in without an invitation."

Jingkong looked indifferent and took out the brocade bag in his arms: "Amitabha, in this case, can you give the brocade bag to Master Liu and say it is the fate of Master Jingming?"

The doorman was shocked: "Master Jingming?"

"Please wait for a moment while I report to the owner of the manor."

The doorman said this and left in a hurry without waiting for Jingkong to react.

Zhao Ran kicked the pebbles in front of him out of boredom, pouted his lips, and muttered, "There are so many rules."

Jingkong shook his head helplessly: "After all, they are not ordinary people, so we should be more cautious."

the other side.

After hearing the news from the doorman, Liu Yijin was stunned for a rare moment, and suddenly remembered that he had sought out Master Jingming when he was not well before.

At that time he said that the opportunity would come, but it could not be forced.

Now that the opportunity had come, he had forced it.

But what should we do?

Liu Yijin thought for a moment, then stood up and walked out, looking gentle and elegant: "Let's go, the guests are here, how can we neglect them."

Liu Zhu followed silently.

When Liu Yijin first met Zhao Ran, his face remained gentle, but there was inquiry in his eyes.

This man looks very much like Xie Ziqing who should have died long ago.

Zhaoran seemed to feel his gaze and tilted his head to look at him puzzledly, as if asking what was wrong.

Her face is so innocent and pure, and so soft that it makes people want to touch it to see if it feels the same as they imagined.

"Ahem, nothing's wrong." Liu Yijin coughed lightly, and his originally pale face became more transparent, and his voice became soft and gentle.

He has a tall and straight figure, and his temperament is as gentle as jade. He is dressed in white, showing his elegant demeanor, and the smile in his eyes shows that he is approachable.

When he looks at the other person, you can clearly feel his sincerity.

Zhaoran's face turned red and she hid behind Jingkong like a shy little rabbit, which was completely different from last night.