After being reincarnated, he was targeted by a black-bellied junior brother

"no, do not want……"

Dirty air flowed in the dark cave, and Baili Wuming lay on his back on the icy cold ground, struggling to breathe.

On top of him was a body so strong that he felt heavy.

The owner of this body is so evil, terrifying, and powerful, just like darkness itself.

"Let me go...please...let me go!"

Two pieces of dry and chapped lips opened with difficulty, Baili Wuming tremblingly begged to the person on his body.

He had no choice but to beg for mercy.

"Heh! You are an important sacrifice for my resurrection, how could I let you go?"

The deep and magnetic voice drilled into his ears like a cunning snake, and Baili Wuming shivered unexpectedly.

"No, I'm not... Please listen to me, I'm not a woman at all, I can't give you the virgin blood you need... Oh no!"

The domineering kiss blocked Baili Wuming's open mouth all at once, Baili Wuming's eyes were wide open, and a delicate, profound, and flawless face was reflected in the violently trembling black pupils.

This face is perfect, intoxicatingly beautiful and terrifying, especially a pair of mysterious purple eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts, making Baili Wuming unforgettable.

In the next second, severe pain tore through his fragile body and mind. There was an illusion that his whole body was swallowed by magma, and he gradually deteriorated in the pain and burning.

……

thump!

Sitting up abruptly, Baili Wuming woke up with a startled sweat on his forehead.

This is the Hefengmen Hundred Schools School—the place where the disciples study and study.

At this time, in the history class, the teacher of Xianfeng Daogu was standing in front of the podium, vividly describing the battle between immortals and demons that has been passed down thousands of years ago.

"I actually had a nightmare..."

With a trembling voice, Baili Wuming casually wiped off the crystal clear cold sweat on his forehead.

Five years have passed since the accident.

In five years, he has changed from a mortal with no power to restrain a chicken to a disciple of Hefengmen, one of the four sects of the Immortal Clan.

"Why did I suddenly dream after so long..."

Baili Wuming frowned, feeling that this was not a good omen.

Straightening his waist, he leaned on the back of the chair, staring at the teacher who was lecturing with a pair of big dull eyes, and the nightmare that seemed real and fake was still entangled in his mind.

One of the things Baili Wuming regretted the most in his life was that he believed in traditional customs and wore women's clothes when he was weak.

"If I hadn't been wearing women's clothing, I wouldn't have been..."

"Baili Wuming!"

Suddenly being called by the teacher's name, Baili Wuming stood up in a panic.

"Answer the teacher, how did the war between immortals and demons end thousands of years ago?"

Shrugging, Baili Wuming showed an impatient look on his face.

After thousands of years, the protracted battle between immortals and demons has long been known to every household. Even children can tell four, five, six, but the history class of Hefengmen still talks about it tirelessly. In Baili Wuming's view, this It's just that the Xian family wanted to show off the great achievements of their ancestors.

Therefore, he couldn't help dozing off every time he took history class. The only difference this time was that he had a nightmare about the man who made him lose his virginity five years ago.

To be precise, the other party is not human.

With both hands tightly clenched into fists, the veins on the back of the hands were bulging one by one, Baili Wuming cursed the male creature he hated to the bone while answering the teacher's question:

"Thousands of years ago, the immortals and demons fought, and finally the immortal emperor sealed the demon king. The hundred-day war ended with the immortal family winning, but the immortal emperor also entered reincarnation due to exhaustion of spiritual power. Now his whereabouts are unknown. People believe that the immortal emperor Until now, it still blesses the people on this continent.”

"Well, that's a good answer." The history teacher stroked his long gray beard.

Baili Wuming sat down, resting his chin on one hand, and looked out the window.

At this time, the door of the school opened with a creak, and the deputy head in green clothes walked in with his head upright, attracting the attention of all the disciples.

Baili Wuming also turned to look at the deputy head, only to see a man walking out from behind the deputy head.

The man was eight feet tall, with messy black hair reaching his ankles, and an ancient jade slip around his waist was the finishing touch to his black gown.

The man's facial features are correct, with sharp edges and corners, and he is as handsome as a person who has stepped out of a painting.

There is a smile on the two thin red lips, and a pair of purple eyes are like ripe grapes, so beautiful that it is fascinating.

Boom!

Baili Wuming stood up abruptly.