The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

Inside the white gauze tent.

Xuanqing was shirtless, leaning on the edge of the carved wooden bed.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his fists were clenched, veins bulged, and his eyes were wide open.

His heart was like surging waves.

Anger, humiliation, and unwillingness intertwined together, almost suffocating him.

He began to curse in his heart:

"Monster! Today's humiliation!"

"I, Xuanqing, swear to remember this in my heart. One day, I will repay you a hundredfold and make you pay for what you have done!"

at the same time.

Qingyan on the couch, however, looked completely different.

She was lying flat on her back, her figure graceful, wearing a piece of silver gauze as thin as a cicada's wing, her skin faintly visible, emitting a faint fragrance.

There was a blush on her face, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, looking happy both physically and mentally.

She murmured softly:

"This feeling is truly unforgettable, leaving one with an endless aftertaste!"

As she spoke, Qingyan slowly sat up.

She looked at Xuanqing playfully, with a cunning glint in her eyes, like a fox that had caught its prey.

She leaned over and blew gently on Xuanqing's forehead.

I saw that the sweat beads that had seeped out disappeared miraculously.

Then she let out a seductive laugh, which seemed to carry some kind of magic.

Xuanqing glanced at Qingyan sideways, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He said with feigned affection:

"I have to go, Qingyan, take care of yourself.

I will remember you, wait for me...

When I become stronger, I will definitely take responsibility!"

Before he finished speaking, without waiting for Qingyan's answer, he was in a hurry to get off the bed and leave, as if he didn't want to stay even a moment longer.

But, how could Qingyan let him go so easily?

Of course she would never let Xuan Qing go!!

She simply stretched out her arm, grabbed Xuanqing's neck, and held his neck tightly with her right hand, leaving him no chance to escape.

She leaned close to his ear, her breath as sweet as orchid, and whispered softly:

"How about we do it again, this time you fight on top?"

Her voice was full of seduction and teasing.

Xuan Qing remained silent, his heart surging like the sea in a storm.

When he thought about how a monk like him was raped by a witch, he felt extremely angry and humiliated.

However, with his current level of cultivation, he was no match for this evil woman and could only surrender helplessly.

His heart was filled with resentment, hating Yun Che for giving him the Hua Dao Powder, otherwise how could he have ended up in such a situation?

Seeing that Xuanqing was silent and seemed to be in deep thought, Qingyan loosened her arms around his neck.

At this moment.

There was an even more intense light flashing in her eyes as she stared into Xuan Qing's eyes, trying to see through his thoughts.

She knew that this man already had someone he loved.

But she wanted him to love but not be able to have it!

Let him have a psychological trauma about this matter!

She knew that the seed of her love had been planted in his heart.

And she would never let him go easily...

Xuanqing finally got a chance to catch his breath.

He immediately got off the bed, hurriedly picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, and put them on one by one.

There was a hint of urgency in his movements.

He wanted to escape from this embarrassing situation as quickly as possible.

Qingyan sat cross-legged in the middle of the couch, her eyes fixed on Xuanqing.

She watched Xuanqing put on his Taoist robe, tie his belt, and then bend down to pick up his whisk and peach wood sword. She couldn't help but find his appearance funny.

Qingyan was filled with pride at this moment.

She flashed and instantly appeared in front of Xuanqing.

The two stood facing each other.

Qingyan pulled the whisk in his hand, used the force to turn around, and leaned into Xuanqing's arms.

She raised her head, her eyes flashing with a teasing light, and said:

"Xuanqing, you are my first man, please take me out! I am really lonely here alone."

Xuan Qing pushed her away and said expressionlessly:

"We're not familiar with each other yet, so it's not appropriate for you to follow me."

"I'll come back to see you later."

His tone was filled with alienation and indifference.

At this moment, he just wanted to find a reason to escape from here and draw a clear line with Qingyan as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this, Qingyan turned around, raised her hand and grabbed Xuanqing's black beard.

Her eyes became fierce, and she said viciously:

"You and I are not familiar with each other? We are indeed not familiar with each other!"

"But I've already given you my innocence, and you're just going to leave like this? Without leaving me any token of my love?"

Xuan Qing's chest heaved when he heard this. He stared fiercely at Qing Yan and said in a sullen tone:

"I am too poor to give you any token of my love!"

"And... this was not my own will. You took my body by force."

His tone was filled with anger and helplessness.

However, Qingyan suddenly smiled.

She let go of Xuanqing's black beard, gently stroked his face, and said charmingly:

"Hmm~Xuanqing, are you angry with me?"

"This woman who came to your door took the initiative to serve you, and you are still like this. I didn't even think you were weak."

There was a hint of teasing and mockery in her voice, as if she didn't care at all about Xuan Qing's anger and indifference.

Xuanqing pulled out the peach wood sword from behind him, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Qingyan's abdomen.

His eyes were like torches, fixed on her abdomen.

He began to threaten:

"You'd better not leave any evil in your belly, otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, the sword was already drawn.

in a blink.

The peach wood sword pierced through Qingyan's silver gauze skirt.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the white gauze dress scarlet.

Qingyan lowered her head, her long hair falling like a waterfall on her shoulders, covering most of her face.

She stared blankly at the peach wood sword that pierced deeply into her body.

Then he slowly raised his head, but could only see Xuanqing's head.

She smiled bitterly and looked at him coldly.

"Oh...you really don't know how to be gentle with women!"

"Do you really want to be my enemy?"

Xuanqing still kept his head down.

He deliberately avoided Qingyan's bewitching eyes, fearing that he would be bewitched by her if he was not careful.

Qingyan's eyes were fierce. She suddenly raised her hand, lifted Xuanqing's chin, and forced him to look at her.

There was a cold light in her eyes, and her voice was as cold as ice:

“Xuan Qing!!”

"Look at me and tell me, do you really want to be my enemy?"

Xuanqing's mind moved, and his spiritual consciousness started to work instantly. The whisk in his hand instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.

He suddenly pulled out the peach wood sword that had pierced Qingyan's abdomen. The sword was dripping with bright red blood and emitting a heart-pounding red sword energy.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand.

His left hand tightly grasped Qingyan's hand that was supporting his wrist, his eyes fixed on her hand, his voice very cold and ruthless.

"It was you who refused to let me go, it was you who challenged my bottom line first, it was you..."

Xuanqing roared.

The strength in his hands unconsciously increased, and Qingyan couldn't help but scream in pain:

"what!!"

Upon hearing this, Xuanqing shook his head with a look of disgust.

"Stop yelling, you're really ugly!"

"Monster! I will remember you!"

At this moment, the atmosphere between the two had become extremely tense, as if a string was about to break.

The blood on the peach wood sword is still dripping...