On how the cannon fodder attack is counterattacked by the protagonist

When Ru Sang and Zhou Fang arrived at the entrance of Baihe Town, they were shocked by the devastation.

"I seem to understand a little bit, master...why did my brother let us come here." Ru Sang rubbed her eyes, and couldn't believe that the scene of hell in front of her was actually a human world.

Zhou Fang took a few steps forward and knelt down without moving. Rusang walked up curiously to see what he was doing, and saw him rubbing a handful of dirt and putting it on the tip of his nose to sniff.

"It's the smell of dried blood."

The two became vigilant at the same time, unleashed their weapons and walked into the town.

It was a mess and dilapidated, as if it had been abandoned for several years, and the bustling scene of that day could be vaguely seen, Ru Sang's heart tightened.

Master told him about the situation in Baihe Town before he came, it shouldn't be like this now, and what's the matter with the endless ghosts and evil spirits here?

"Junior Brother Zhou, be careful, here..." Before he finished speaking, he felt a burst of demonic energy attacking him, and he pulled out the Dragon Whip reflexively, but was blocked back.

Ru Sang stepped back again and again, and when she stood still, she saw Zhou Fang with a hideous expression standing not far away, and a row of demon cultivators lined up behind him.

Light footsteps sounded from behind, accompanied by the sound of wind chimes, and the demonic energy suppressing the world, Ru Sang turned around with her neck stiffened.

"It's you……"

When Wei Qing arrived at the entrance of Baihe Town, he didn't see his apprentice and that junior, so he felt bad.

"Since your Excellency hasn't left yet, why don't you show up?" Wei Qing called out the Qingyin sword and held it in his hand. Wei Qing slowly scanned the surroundings and spoke calmly.

The wind is blowing around, the weeds are rustling in the wind, and the ethereal bells are coming from all directions.

Wei Qing clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, released his consciousness and spiritual power, and chose a direction to attack quickly.

The Light Sound Sword slashed down in the air, the air trembled, the blade was stuck in the air, and a huge air current blocked the downward slash.

A pair of black gold boots appeared first, and gradually went up, faster and faster, until the two slender fingers easily clamped the blade, Wei Qing's eyes widened suddenly.

He still hasn't forgotten this feeling even after three years.

"Master's cultivation has not improved." The faint sigh was mixed with specious regret, frivolous and helpless.

Wei Qing's eyes darkened, and the sword hand was infused with spiritual power and pulled back vigorously. He stepped back several steps, his palms were numb, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if he felt great pressure.

"Heh, why is the master so angry? Is it a disciple..."

Youyou sighed and joked, and suddenly burst into his ears, Wei Qing's eyes widened, and this person actually teleported to his side.

The young man in a black gold-rimmed robe smiled lightly, very satisfied with the man's reddish ear tips, and even blew maliciously.

"Master is still so sensitive." He teased, stretched his long arms, pulled the immobile man into his arms, and sniffed the fragrance in his hair, "Why, are you scared? My little master."

The man in his arms was stiff and trembling slightly, but Zhong Wu was very satisfied and happy. After three years, he finally hugged this man into his arms again.

"What on earth do you want to do?" He gritted his teeth and spoke out with difficulty, Wei Qing found that he was actually frozen and unable to move.

The young man stroked the hair of the person in his arms in a good mood, and listened to his angry questioning words: "Why is Master so angry? Because I, an unworthy person who was kicked out, still pretend to call you 'Master'?"

Wei Qing's heart trembled, no matter whether he abolished Zhong Wu's apprentice status to complete the tasks assigned by the system or to protect the face of Tiandaozong, he still couldn't help feeling guilty when he heard such words now.

A kind of guilty conscience that he faintly felt the reason but was still unwilling to face.

Especially the disappointment and sadness in the other party's words can always stir a certain unknown string deep in his heart, making him unable to really calm down to fight.

The young man's words continued, but he smiled a little more: "It's okay if you really mind, I can also call you 'Ziran' directly..."

The gentle tone of voice, the intimate address, and the deliberate teasing all made the ears of Wei Daochang, who had been single for many years, turn red, and he closed his eyes with blushing.

In the eyes of a darkened disciple, this expression turned into shame, shame, but helplessness, and deeply stimulated the tyranny in the Venerable's heart.

"Master always has so many reluctances, and always...lies to me." Zhong Wu suppressed the tyranny and greed deep in his heart, and let go of the man.

Wei Qing opened his eyes and stared at the young man, lying?He seems to be... well, he only cheated the boy once, how did he become the "boss"?

However, for a blackened lotus, a small action of a lover can be magnified countless times, and then remembered very deeply.

"Where's Ru Sang?" Facing the grown-up apprentice, Wei Qing had mixed emotions, especially when he learned about the other party's intentions, he always subconsciously avoided it, and it's the same now.

Even though he knew what kind of reaction he would get if he asked such a sentence, he couldn't care less, because he was afraid that the other party would plan to kill Ru Sang, anyway, that kid was also a member of Tiandaozong.

The young man turned his head sideways, and stared at him with his long and narrow eyes. Wei Qing had to admit that he looked at the world with contempt... He was really handsome, and he had a very good appearance!

But now is not the time to indulge in masculinity!

Zhong Wu raised his hand, and the black demonic energy was churning in his palm. Sure enough, no matter how much psychological construction he did, he still couldn't bear to hear other people's names from the man's mouth.

Especially that damned guy who dared to take his place.

But... Zhong Wu let out a breath slowly, he didn't want to scare the master, and he didn't want to mess up everything when they met again.

So he could only pretend that he didn't hear the question, approaching the man step by step, and making an invitation.

Wei Qing was forced to retreat again and again, the opponent's already restrained coercion should not have affected him logically, but Wei Qing knew that he was retreating psychologically.

Because he could clearly feel this man's terrifying possessiveness.

"Master, don't retreat, I don't like you... run away from me."

The soft and soft voice sounded like a lover's whisper, but Wei Qing felt trembling from the bottom of his heart. He still couldn't help backing away, and was thrown to the ground by the man with darkening eyes.

The fluffy fur pads are a bit prickly, but they are so comfortable to pour on them that people don't want to get up.

Wei Qing raised his head, met a pair of blood-red eyes, met the endless tenderness and longing in them.

"Master, you don't know how much I miss you these years..."

All the struggle and resistance are softened in this sentence, and the emotion that was deliberately ignored and suppressed broke out like a sprout at this moment, and then it was out of control.

The rejecting hand couldn't help turning into a vain hug, and Wei Qing responded in a low voice in his heart - "Silly apprentice, Master misses you too."

But these are destined not to be spoken.

A major incident happened to Tiandaozong, Wei Daojun and his disciples went on a mission but failed to return. According to those who came back, they may have encountered the demon cultivator of Jiuyangmen.

In recent years, the head of Han, who has been so busy with the affairs of the secret realm, stepped forward to stop the rumors from spreading, but secretly he was furious.

"What is this Jiuyangmen thinking?! Do you really think that there is no one in Tiandaozong?" Han Yi smashed the square table beside him with his palm, and Han Yi was extremely angry.

Elder Wu, who was in charge of the accounts in the sect, silently wrote down the cost of replacing the tables and chairs, and then said, "Don't be so annoyed, the master. I believe that Elder Wei will return safely."

Han Yi glared at him gloomily, Elder Wu didn't understand, so, could it be that the Nascent Soul is still not able to protect himself during the Dzogchen period?

Others don't know, but Han Yi knows who the master of Jiuyangmen is, that brat who was kicked out by him!

Hmph, it's really a wildfire that burns endlessly, and it's born again when the spring breeze blows.

Han Yi sneered, and immediately ordered the disciples in the sect to pay attention to the movement of Jiuyangmen, and anyone who found out that they were alone would be arrested and tortured.

Feng Jin touched the medicine rabbit cultivated in his arms, and he missed a good medicine tester very much in his heart, tsk, he didn't know what would happen to Wei Qing if he fell into that person's hands.

At this moment, in the dormitory of Venerable Jiuyang, the master of Jiuyangmen, there were continuous heavy panting and groaning sounds, accompanied by the sound of the body rolling on the bed, which was very ambiguous.

The low panting sound was like a cat meowing, which was even more provocative, not to mention that the man on the bed was half undressed, and more and more places were exposed as he rolled.

Fair skin, rounded shoulders, smooth chest with bright red spots, thin abdominal muscles, all these make it hard to look away.

The young man in black stood in front of the bed with his arms around his arms, his throat moved slightly, his eyes were clearly filled with deep and strong desire, but he remained motionless as he watched the sweaty man on the bed writhing and gasping for breath.

The slender and white legs kicked, and the brocade quilt slipped halfway off the bed, half covering the man's jade-like body, making it even more alluring.

Zhong Wu's eyes were dark, watching the man put his legs together as if he couldn't bear it, and stretched his hands trembling there, finally couldn't hold back a sigh and walked forward.

The man shrank slightly when he felt his approach, and retracted his hand as if he had finally regained a trace of clarity. Instead, he grabbed the bed sheet under him and held it tightly.

Zhong Wu leaned over to cover the man, touched the man's sweaty cheek with his cold fingers, and finally slid to his scarred lips, sighing slightly in his heart.

This is too tempting, Master.

After the eyes were blindfolded, the rest of the senses would become very sharp. Wei Qing took a few steps back and was held by the shoulders. Something icy and cold slid across his face, and finally landed on his lips.

Such a little bit of coolness is too tempting when his body is hot and dry, so even though his reason tells him that this is the hand of some villain, his body still unconsciously flatters him.

Playful laughter rang in his ears, accompanied by ambiguous sighs, Wei Qing felt that his face must be blushing, but his body was still out of control, there was no way, no way to refuse such a temptation.

"Master, you can't bear the aphrodisiac effect of 'eyes charming', why can't you accept the help of your apprentice?"

The young man's clean and smiling voice sounded again, and Wei Qing's face turned dark.

When I was dealing with the ghost bridegroom before, the stinging pain in my neck was the Gu worm 'eye charm', this kind of thing can be known as an aphrodisiac by its name, or a strong one!

He already knew that Zhong Wu was a bad boy, and he didn't miss anything, so he planned to lure him over to pay back the medicine!

Venerable Jiuyang smiled and responded to the man's babbling and cat-calling accusations, and then bullied him even more severely.

He touched the black cloth that the man covered his eyes, it was wet, and it seemed that he had shed a lot of tears, and he still felt very distressed.

Stretching out a finger and stuffing it into the man's blood-stained lips, Zhong Wu suppressed his greed, and said softly, "Master, as long as you ask for it, I will give you everything..."