When the villain picks up the script

The black-robed patriarch never expected that he would see such a scene, he had the illusion of being blind, and even slowed down his attack for a moment.

And Xiao Jing also froze in Wen Qinglan's arms in a daze.

His breath gradually became gentle and soft, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyelids were slightly closed, and he let the master's cold lips crush his lips, and even hugged the master involuntarily.

Even though he could clearly feel the loss of vitality and spiritual power in his body, Master's warmth and softness were like tarsal poison, causing him to sink in pain, but he couldn't get rid of it.

He even couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue to describe the master's beautiful and cool lips. The uncontrollable intimacy made him want to go crazy.

"* immoral, extremely disgusting!" the black-robed patriarch gave a 'bah', feeling really disgusted, so he attacked without saying a word.

Wen Qinglan didn't think as much as the two of them. Although Xiao Jing's tongue sticking out made him a little surprised, this would be the battlefield of life and death, and he didn't want to be distracted at all.

Wen Qinglan, who had absorbed enough energy, was like a fully charged engine.

He secretly sent Xiao Jing aside with gentle force, and then directly met the black-robed patriarch.

The solitary seal sword is like a silent sound in the empty valley, hiding a terrifying murderous intent to kill the black-robed patriarch.

The moment of the battle, the black-robed patriarch understood.

He laughed out loud and looked at Xiao Jing in the distance with pity: "It turns out that you just raised him as a cauldron for fun. You are really good at training and teaching him. The deep relationship between master and apprentice is a joke, you apprentice It is really pitiful to fall into the hands of a wolf-hearted master like you, he is so loyal, he must not have thought of what you take him for."

"You don't need to sow discord!" Wen Qinglan said coldly, "But I know that my death is coming, so I'm just talking nonsense."

"Whether you're talking nonsense, you know it in your own mind!" The black-robed patriarch gave Wen Qinglan a disgusted look.

But he knew that Wen Qinglan was not talking nonsense, and he was already powerless after the fight. After all, the sect was in a state of confusion before, and entered Wen Qinglan's illusion of heavenly demon again. The spiritual power is raging in the body, and there is no time to clear it.

At this time, the opponent's energy is abundant and powerful, but his own energy is slowly declining. I'm afraid that he is really going to die at the opponent's hand.

As soon as this idea came up, the black-robed patriarch accidentally exposed a flaw, and Wen Qinglan took advantage of it and struck another sword.

He knew that this would not work, so he immediately stopped and smiled coldly at Wen Qinglan.

Wen Qinglan was alert, but it was too late, he sent the blade of the sword into the body of the black-robed ancestor, but the black-robed ancestor gave up the opportunity to evade, and directly condensed the spiritual power of his whole body to blast Wen Qinglan's face.

The spiritual power sent by Gu Fengjian cut off the vitality of the black-robed ancestor, and the black-robed ancestor also seriously injured Wen Qinglan at the last chance.

That spiritual attack almost broke Wen Qinglan's heart. After he pulled out the Gufeng Sword, he fell down with blood spurting from his mouth.

But seeing the lifeless corpse of the black-robed ancestor before falling down, Wen Qinglan still showed a satisfied smile.

Before coma, a pair of black brocade boots appeared in the blurred vision. Wen Qinglan exhausted his last strength and said: "Xiaojing, find a quiet place and take me to heal my wounds."

Xiao Jing looked down at Wen Qinglan who was unconscious on the ground, and instead of looking for a secluded place directly as the other party said, he stared at the master at his feet with an inexplicable expression.

At this moment, the other party coincided inexplicably with the master who had completely crippled his cultivation and was extremely embarrassed in his previous life, which made him feel a strange impulse in his heart.

I want to never cure Master, then imprison Master, break his pride, make him cry, and make him plead.

But the urge quickly dissipated, because now is not the time.

Xiao Jing bent down, hugged Wen Qinglan in his arms, and walked down the mountain.

In fact, he is already at the end of his strength at this time. Although he has Donghua mirror to protect his body, he has received a palm from the black robe ancestor after all, and he still has residual injuries, and was almost sucked dry by the master. This time his body is even more empty Yes, worse than a mortal.

He also heard what the black-robed patriarch said, and he didn't care about it, but the master had hurt him a lot, and he could have made his heart no longer painful.

When I think about it, I naively thought that Shizun treated him differently before, but I didn't expect that everything is just a mirror image, Shizun is still the cold and ruthless Shizun, and he is just a pawn that Shizun uses whenever he thinks about it.

Xiao Jing thought for a while, and a twitching smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then the smile became bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a crazy laugh.

He gently traced Wen Qinglan's elegant and unparalleled face with his fingers: "Master, you are really the devil in my heart!"

When Wen Qinglan woke up, she found herself lying on a luxurious wooden bed, with red curtains hanging beside the bed, and a quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks covering her body. Suddenly, she thought she had become a groom.

The empty body and almost broken spiritual veins reminded him of the fierce battle before. He managed to hold up his body, but soon fell down on the bed.

The movement obviously alarmed the caregiver, and the servant lying beside the bed woke up suddenly, staring at Wen Qinglan blankly, Wen Qinglan frowned.

This kind of stupefaction soon passed, and the servant jumped up and shouted in surprise: "Ma'am is awake, sir, ma'am is awake."

Then before Wen Qinglan could ask anything, the boy jumped three feet and rushed out of the room.

Wen Qinglan was a little inexplicable, and at the same time secretly annoyed, didn't he tell Xiao Jing to find a good place to heal his injuries before, and why did he make a fuss about his wife and master coming out, this child is really not reliable enough.

Before he could think clearly, the door was pushed open again, and a much thinner Xiao Jing walked in wearing a dark red brocade robe.

Seeing Wen Qinglan wake up, Xiao Jing breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the bedside and smiled, "If the master doesn't wake up again, I'm afraid this disciple will disobey the master's order and bring the master back to the sect."

He has gloomy features, evil in his handsomeness, wearing a dark red brocade robe, which gives people an oppressive beauty and fierceness, which makes people dare not touch his edge, but can't help but be attracted. The robe looked several times better, as if it was tailor-made for him.

His composed attitude was also quite different from the humble and cowardly one before, making Wen Qinglan stare at Xiao Jing for a long while in bewilderment.

Stared at by Wen Qinglan's eyes, Xiao Jing couldn't help touching his cheek, and asked with a smile: "What's the matter, Master, is there something wrong with my disciple?"

Suspicious eyes looked at Xiao Jing for a long time, Wen Qinglan couldn't help admitting with regret that the handsome man in front of him was really his apprentice, and after thinking about him, he said, "How long have you been in a coma, Master, where are we now?"

Xiao Jing opened his mouth and was about to answer.

The boy who went out before ran back and said to Xiao Jing, "Master, someone is looking for you outside."