After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Under the eaves of the corridor with flying eaves and pointed corners, Jing Huan and Mo Zheng stood side by side, their eyes cast at the disciples who were coming in an endless stream downstairs, each of them busy making final preparations.

"Ying Xi, today is the Dao-binding ceremony between my senior sister and Master Shen Feng."

There was a hint of unconcealable sorrow in Jing Huan's voice.

Her senior sister Ling Ruoshui and Shen Changxun are about to become Taoist couples, but she and Mo Zheng have never even held hands once.

She once asked her senior sister privately whether Shen Changxun was as cold as Mo Zheng?

Ling Ruoshui naturally understood what she was asking, and told her that although Shen Changxun was not as frivolous as ordinary men, he was always warm and affectionate.

He even advised her to be more patient. They were not ordinary people in the streets. They were bound by their status and family rules, so it was normal for them to be rigid and conservative.

However, three months had passed, and she had been with Mo Zheng almost every day, taking advantage of the opportunity to prepare for the concluding ceremony.

However, Mo Zheng had never had any contact with her beyond courtesy, let alone a deeper relationship.

"Yeah." Mo Zheng didn't know what to say, but he couldn't pretend he didn't hear it, so he could only respond indifferently.

But fortunately, the net is about to be closed and everything will be over. We just need to get through today.

Jing Huan tilted his head and looked at Mo Zheng. The soft light and shadow made him seem to be coated with a halo.

The eyelashes fluttering gently in the breeze, the corners of the mouth slightly raised...

Her eyes couldn't help but linger on him, and she was almost unwilling to look away.

The more she got along with Mo Zheng, the more she felt that he had a special temperament that was independent of the world.

It has nothing to do with appearance, it is an indescribable attraction.

It is a wonderful feeling that can only be experienced through close contact and long-term interaction.

In Jing Huan's heart, an idea became stronger and stronger: she wanted to take this uniqueness completely for herself!

Her gaze followed Mo Zheng's sleeves swaying in the wind, and his slender fingers were faintly visible.

There was a red mole on the palm of her hand hidden in her sleeve, and for a moment she wanted to describe it...

The heart in her chest suddenly beat as fast as a drum. Her hand trembled slightly as she quietly reached out to Mo Zheng, her eyes flashing with the expectation of winning.

Mo Zheng was concentrating on listening to Liu Xingrou's voice transmission at the moment and was completely unaware of Jing Huan's little movements.

At this moment, her movements suddenly quickened, her fingers lightly passed through Mo Zheng's fingers, and she held his hand tightly with her palms facing each other.

Mo Zheng was shocked by this sudden action, and the next moment he swung his arm violently.

Jing Huan didn't even have time to loosen his fingers before his strength caused him to lose his balance.

Her body instantly fell backwards, and she was caught off guard. She landed heavily on her butt and sat there in shock.

The expression on Mo Zheng's face changed rapidly. The initial surprise quickly turned into worry. Looking at Jing Huan who was sitting down, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

I couldn't help but blame myself: Why couldn't I control myself?

What if this happens and the boat capsizes in the gutter?!

He immediately squatted down and reached out his hand to help her up, feeling embarrassed and apologetic, and completely at a loss as to what to do.

"I'm sorry, I...I didn't know it was you."

But the next moment he remembered that this was not modern times and he couldn't just pick her up. After weighing the pros and cons, he could only half-kneel down and stretch out a hand to her.

Perhaps it was because his reaction was too sincere and his expression of regret was too obvious, which led Jing Huan to have a beautiful misunderstanding.

She was actually feeling a little sweet at this moment. Looking at Mo Zheng's outstretched hand, her expression gradually relaxed.

She gently placed her hand on Mo Zheng's palm, scolding herself: "It's okay, I was too impatient."

Mo Zheng didn't know how to coax her for a moment, so he just pulled her up first.

Just as he was about to pull her up from the ground, Jing Huan, who was quick-witted, had a new idea and instantly came up with a plan to take advantage of her situation.

The moment she stood up, she used her staggering movements to cover it up and deliberately stepped lightly with one foot on the hem of Mo Zheng's clothes that was dragging on the ground.

As long as Mo Zheng took a step back and pulled her clothes, she would lose her balance and fall into his arms.

If I were luckier, I might be able to knock him to the ground and lie on top of him.

Such a big commotion would definitely attract the attention of people coming and going downstairs...

Anticipating the upcoming show, she couldn't wait to lean forward slightly, ready to pounce on Mo Zheng the moment he lost his balance.

At this critical moment, a hurried voice of "Master!" came from behind Mo Zheng.

When Mo Zheng heard Li Fuyi's voice, he turned around almost instinctively.

Although this turning back was just a simple move, it unexpectedly allowed him to avoid Jing Huan's "attack".

However, because she had already tilted her center of gravity forward to the limit, she could no longer adjust to avoid falling.

Jing Huan could only let his body continue to fall forward, brushing past Mo Zheng's side, but could only grab a piece of futile air.

With a dull "bang", her fall startled everyone and they all looked up.

Li Fuyi flashed over and walked over quickly, half dragging, half pulling his master half a meter away.

Jing Huan was left alone, face down, falling heavily to the ground. She uttered a sweet, "Hmm."

Mo Zheng looked at Li Fuyi's sullen face and his heart tightened. He thought that the other three had made a mistake and asked in a low voice, "But what happened to your sister and the others? Or Xiaohua?"

Upon hearing this, Li Fuyi's expression softened instantly, and she softly reassured him, "It's nothing, they're waiting for us in the meeting hall."

Mo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh oh oh..." I'm glad you're okay, he was just startled.

When he looked back, he saw Jing Huan falling to the ground again.

He instinctively wanted to reach out and pull her up, but Li Fuyi grabbed his sleeve from behind.

Although I don't understand, I can't let her pounce on me like this, "Jing Huan, are you okay? Can you get up?"

Jing Huan lowered his head, his face flushed red, partly because of embarrassment, and partly because he had hit his knee and it hurt.

But even though she had been rushing forward for a while, Mo Zheng didn't come over to help her, which was even more embarrassing.

But this matter can only be understood but not expressed in words. At this point, she could only climb up by herself by holding on to the railing.

With tears in her eyes, she rubbed her knees and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing, I just stepped on the hem of my skirt and bumped into it."

Li Fuyi, however, held his master's sleeve tightly, not letting him get close to him, and watched coldly.

[Oh my! How could a mid-stage Sanxian be so weak?] The succubus couldn't help but sneer.

[This level of cultivation is too low. Master, you, the Master, really need to keep a close eye on me! Look, someone's thinking of me~]

"How about I help you, and just take care of him? It'll save you from more nightmares, right?"

Li Fu watched his master and Jing Huan interacting with each other. Although they no longer had contact, he felt comforted.

I didn't tell the succubus to get lost for a moment, and she immediately got excited.

[Master, I am an expert in this matter. I will infiltrate his dream for you. Don't worry...]

(Get lost! You don’t want to come out anymore, just say it.)

【! Alas! This old slave is about to roll away. 】

Seeing that his master was almost at a loss for words, Li Fuyi thoughtfully interrupted, "Master, it's almost time. Uncle Guan asked me to come and find you to go to the meeting hall."

"Oh, let's go then." Good apprentice, you handed over the ladder at the right time!