My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

The methods Lao Jianghe used to torture his three apprentices almost all came from the torture that the couple had done to him.

In other words, they have experienced what they have experienced before.

Jiang Heqiang calmed himself down and said gently as usual:

"Yuan Xia, Master is ready, you can start now."

He seemed to hear someone talking, but this black belt was indeed a third-level spiritual weapon.

Now his five senses are hazy and he is not clear about anything in the outside world.

"Haha. Heh."

Outside the dark and silent world where Jiang He fell, a black-haired girl was lying on the cold bed, laughing until her body was twitching.

"Finally, Master has taken it with him."

In this case.

No matter what I have done, Master doesn't know.

In his eyes, I am still that obedient disciple.

Also on the second floor of the palace, an outsider was suddenly awakened by a strange chess game.

"Gudong!!"

Fengyi swallowed hard.

what happened?

She was sleeping soundly when suddenly, she was woken by an inexplicable laugh.

Just wondering who is the blind person who dared to disturb Zhu Ming Taotie’s sleep!

When I opened my eyes, I remembered that I had been caught by Jiang Yuanxia.

And now.

Fengyi said she was a little confused.

The wall of her cell had separated and merged with the place where Jiang Yuanxia practiced.

Directly in front of her, there was a cold bed.

There are two people on the bed, Jiang He and his eldest apprentice.

Jiang He, that big liar, has his eyes tied with a black band.

Jiang Yuanxia lay in front of him and kept smiling.

So scared.

Fengyi, who had always been fearless, began to panic. This scene was beyond her imagination.

Seeing the black-haired girl's laughter gradually stop, Fengyi quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Little did she know that the black-haired girl glanced at her silently.

Are you awake?

If he doesn't wake up, wouldn't it be a waste to open the door?

It’s a pity that she is not his favorite junior sister.

Jiang Yuanxia pulled his master's stiff hand and placed it on his waist.

He also understood what he meant.

Grasp the belt and pull gently.

The loose robe immediately slid down from his body to his waist.

She stood up from the cold bed and kicked the robe that had fallen to her feet under the bed without thinking.

At this time, only the white socks wrapped around his bare feet were left, nothing else.

And inside, there is nothing.

On the cold bed, the fair-haired girl stretched lazily and gently tucked her long black hair behind her ears.

She hesitated for a moment, supported Jiang He's shoulders, and shouted:

"Master? Master? Can you hear me?"

Jiang He vaguely heard a sound, but he couldn't hear it clearly, so he smiled bitterly and said:

"Yuan Xia, you still don't understand the spiritual weapon you refined? Master can't hear what you are saying at all."

"Master, I am sorry for offending Yuan Xia. This night is very long."

The black-haired girl felt relieved, she tried her best to restrain her joy, she still had something more to say.

Everything seemed like a dream.

I didn’t expect that I could deceive Master so easily.

Or maybe it was because Master trusted himself too much.

Believe in yourself, this bad disciple who stabbed him in the back,

Let's have some dessert first.

Jiang Yuanxia stretched out his five fingers tremblingly and gently stroked Jiang He's face.

It brushed across his black-bandaged eyes, his breathing nose, and his still warm lips.

Jiang He just felt a slight itchiness on his face and didn't know why.

I just thought it was a side effect of the black belt and I couldn't imagine it at all.

The disciple who was well-behaved, sensible, introverted and conservative in his eyes was standing in front of him, touching his face like a nymphomaniac.

"Yuan Xia, what are you doing? Aren't you ready yet?"

Jiang Yuanxia was so shocked that she almost lost her balance. She calmed herself down and said, "Wait a moment. Xuan Gong requires a specific posture."

wrong

Master can’t hear me.

Chapter 213 Despicable Yuan Xia

He probably didn't notice his movements, but was just wondering why he was moving so slowly.

Just as she thought, the master smiled bitterly and said:

"Min Yuanxia, ​​are you talking? Master can't hear you clearly."

Jiang Yuanxia's hand, which was stroking his face, paused for a moment.

Master wanted to call Minxin out of habit.

But she was even more excited.

Min Xin Min Xin Min Xin

Trust yourself, Minxin, who is as close to you as a sister.

She took advantage of Minxin's concern for her and made Minxin entrust his master to her with confidence.

But what are you doing?

Jiang Yuanxia's face flushed, and her hands were warm.

That was the breath of the master spraying on her hand while he was speaking.

It makes my palms itchy.

The black-haired girl felt like she had found a treasure and placed the hand that had been breathed upon by her master's lips on the tip of her nose.

Sniff hard.

Greedily swallowing every breath.

Soon, the remaining warmth in the air disappeared completely.

Just this made her feel extremely satisfied.

Shouldn't have asked for more.

But her living master was right before her, allowing her to do whatever she wanted.

How could she stop just like that? She would stop just by smelling the fragrance.

If I miss this opportunity, I don’t know how long I will have to wait for the next one.

Jiang He didn't have to wait long. After he reminded him, he could hear Yuan Xia's voice vaguely in his ears.

I just can't hear it clearly.

Then he realized that his hand was being pulled up.

It seems that the previous voice was probably Yuan Xia reminding herself that it was time to move on to the next step.

Jiang He nodded, and her guided his left hand to a place.

Soon, she will guide her right hand again.

But he didn't know exactly where it was.

Because it greatly weakens the five senses and obscures spiritual consciousness.

He felt as if his hands were numb and he couldn't get any feedback.

Not only is there no feel, but you can't even feel the shape of what you're holding.

Maybe it’s Yuan Xia’s waist, or Yuan Xia’s belly?

It should be the stomach.

As Yuan Xia fixed his hands, Jiang He determined the position.

Although he couldn't see anything outside, it was also difficult for him to perceive the outside world.

But through the movement of bones, he could tell that his hands were in an embracing position.

The abdomen is also where the dantian is located, so it is understandable to assume such a posture.

I just want to pinch it for no reason.

But he is a noble master!

How could he molest his own disciple like this!

Besides, my hands are numb, what's the point of pinching?

Jiang He couldn't understand why this idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

He resisted the urge to move his hands and began to transfer the spiritual energy of Yiqi Jue into it.

"Master, please don't move your hands. Otherwise, Yuan Xia will want to die."

Jiang Yuanxia's heart was beating like thunder, his master had already begun to transfer spiritual energy.

In order to avoid his suspicion, Jiang Yuanxia cooperated and refined his spiritual power.

A long time ago, she wanted her master to hold her heart tightly when her heart was beating.

Now I finally got what I wanted.

Let that beating heart stop its restlessness.

"! It's against the morals of the world. You are a shameless bitch!"

Fengyi secretly opened her eyes a crack, and her heart almost stopped beating.

She could hardly believe what she was seeing.

Jiang Yuanxia was wearing nothing but a pair of socks.

Lying in the suspicious gaze of old bastard Jiang He, her eyes were blurred.

But what's going on with Jiang He?

Why doesn't he move on his own and is blindfolded?

As expected, all perverts are from the same family and they just like to play with things she doesn't understand.