My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

"Master——"

The black-haired girl raised her face slightly, her dark pupils were like black crystals emitting a faint glow, pure and innocent, so beautiful that Jiang He almost lost his mind.

If it were Jin'er... would she roll her eyes like Chu Lu?

An inexplicable heat rose up, until my heart felt itchy.

But this impulse was quickly suppressed by Jiang He.

He was a little annoyed. In fact, Jin'er had grown up, and it was no longer appropriate to hold her like he did when she was a child.

Jiang He turned his eyes away calmly and said calmly:

"Jin'er, what's wrong?"

A trace of disappointment flashed across Jin'er's eyes. She put her little face on Jiang He's chest and whispered:

"Just...want to call me Master...hmm?"

The girl suddenly snorted in confusion and looked at Jiang He blankly, twisting her soft buttocks gently.

It is extremely rare to see Jin'er looking puzzled.

If it were normal, Jiang He would definitely tease the girl who was so confused, but now...

"Jin'er, please get up first. Master suddenly remembered that there is something he hasn't done yet."

Jiang He's old face turned red and he held the girl's slender waist, but she was holding Jiang He very tightly. If he forced them apart, he might hurt the girl's body.

"I want a hug—"

Jin'er muttered softly, she looked at Jiang He, her long eyelashes trembling, as if she didn't explain anything, but Jiang He understood what she meant.

During this period of time, the master and disciple had never been as intimate as they were today, and Jin'er was eager to stay with her master for some time.

But it’s absolutely not possible now!

Jiang He bit the tip of his tongue, trying to use the pain to clear his mind.

But the strange thing was that the emotions in his heart seemed to spread uncontrollably, and as a result, Jin'er was "restless" and swaying slightly on his legs, which made Jiang He extremely uncomfortable.

"Good Jin'er, can Master hug you again later? Master knows that Jin'er is the most obedient."

Jiang He tried to comfort Jin'er in a gentle voice, but this girl would suddenly become stubborn. When he said that, Jin'er bit her lip and looked at him quietly, but she refused to let go of her hand and even sat heavily on his lap in a fit of anger.

"Pada" a group of weeping teachers' wives three (four) sounds.

The door was pushed open, and the eldest disciple looked much more haggard than before.

She was holding a plate with two bowls of porridge on it:

"Master, just have some porridge first. When Min Xin wakes up, Yuan Xia will prepare a big meal for you."

It turned out that the girl had just disappeared because she had made two bowls of porridge for him and Jin'er...

The porridge cooked by Yuan Xia is naturally not ordinary. In fact, Jiang He has consumed a lot in the past few days and is a little hungry now.

Jiang He coughed a few times and said calmly:

"Excuse me Yuanxia, ​​what's wrong, Yuanxia doesn't want to eat? Why are there only two bowls?"

"Yuan Xia doesn't have much appetite..."

The black-haired girl's eyes were a little dim, and Jiang He felt a little distressed. Did this girl lose her appetite because he was leaving with Min Xin?

"Jin'er, why are you still sitting in Master's arms? Don't disturb Master's meal. Let me pick you up."

Jiang Yuanxia asked softly, and before getting Jiner's consent, he was already preparing to hug Jiner.

Jiang He's scalp tingled. If Jin'er got up, Yuan Xia would see everything she did, and she would be doomed!

"No, I haven't seen this little girl for a long time. Let the master hold her for a while."

Jiang He found it difficult to face Jin'er's flickering eyes. She tilted her head in confusion, as if she couldn't understand the reason for the change in her master's reaction, but a hint of excitement flashed across the depths of her eyes.

"Then Yuanxia, ​​feed it to Jin'er."

The black-haired girl smiled as she looked at the affectionate scene between the master and the disciple. How wonderful it would be if they could be together like this forever...

She blew on the spoon to cool the porridge and fed it to Jin'er spoonful by spoonful, and Jin'er opened her mouth and swallowed it obediently.

"Master... do you feel anything..."

The black-haired girl's lips curled up unconsciously, and she spoke unconsciously from the bottom of her heart.

"We look like a family of three..."

Jiang He was already sweating profusely, and after hearing Yuan Xia's words, he wanted to commit suicide to apologize.

Yes... This should have been a happy and warm scene, why... did I become like this?

Could it be that Fengyi was right when she said that she was a pervert?

"Ah, Master, it was Yuan Xia who spoke out of turn!"

The girl realized belatedly what she had said, and her hands trembled in panic, dropping some white porridge onto Jiner's soft legs.

She followed the porridge to her junior sister's legs and suddenly realized that Jin'er was moving her legs non-stop today as if she was fidgeting.

"It's okay. How can this be considered a slip of the tongue? Master said that you should not be so cautious in front of him in the future." Jiang He restrained himself, but still did not forget to comfort the girl.

"call--"

The black-haired girl held her chest, let out a long breath, and said with a look of reminiscence on her face,

"In fact, when Yuan Xia was little, she wanted to be a good mother like her mother. But then..."

There was a hint of pain in her eyes.

"The dead are gone. I'm sure Yuan Xia's parents don't want Yuan Xia to be obsessed with the past."

Jiang He sighed and suddenly said,

"And now, the Snake Venerable has fallen into Yuan Xia's hands, and the great revenge has been taken. But Yuan Xia, the Snake Venerable should not be underestimated, so it is better to deal with it as soon as possible."

"Well, Yuan Xia plans to go back today and kill the Snake Lord."

She originally wanted to prove to the Snake Lord that she would never be toyed with by her to the point of collapse!

Jiang Yuanxia had a faint smile in the corner of his eyes as he looked at his master and junior sister who were all so happy. Now, everything was finally getting better.

Although... there are strange people around Master, and there seems to be some inappropriate feelings between him and Min Xin.

But Jiang Yuanxia believed that she could handle these harmless matters!

"Jin'er, you seem to have grown taller recently."

Jiang Yuanxia touched Jin'er's head and said in surprise.

Jin'er seemed to have grown taller suddenly, and even when she sat on Master's lap she was taller than before!

The girl's face was flushed red, as if she was shy and stuffy. She didn't dare to look at her senior sister, but just lowered her face and breathed as softly as a mosquito.

Jiang Yuanxia nodded his chin seriously:

"Did we put too much spiritual medicine today and over-replenish Jin'er? Even Master seems to be feeling a little hot."

"Hmm... should... should be like this."

"Master, there's no need to comfort Yuan Xia. It's all Yuan Xia's fault that she can't even make porridge properly."

The black-haired girl pouted, bent down, and carefully wiped the porridge off her junior sister's legs.

Suddenly, her pupils trembled for a moment.

Chapter 295 Yuan Xia in Progress (3)

Very strange.

Junior sister didn’t grow taller, but was raised up by a cushion, or… pushed up?

The master seemed to have discovered something inappropriate. He reached out and hugged the delicate and soft junior sister tightly, then adjusted his posture. No matter how hard he observed, he could not find any clues.

Jiang Yuanxia's legs went weak and for a moment he could hardly breathe.

Impossible...absolutely impossible.

The previous moment she felt that the scene was so tender and full of warmth between master and disciple, and it embodied her hopes for the future - like her mother in the past, with harmonious relationships between fellow Taoists and loving children.

But now, she suddenly realized that this picture was just a false bubble, and behind it, there was a filthiness that she could hardly imagine.

This was so disgusting that it was beyond her imagination.

Even if the master was holding Min Xin, she would definitely not be as confused as she is now.

"Master Ying II ball shirt Erling seventy-four eight, it hurts——"

Jin'er raised her eyes, her soft eyebrows slightly frowned, and her small nose wrinkled.

Glancing at the black-haired girl's prying eyes, Jiang He's heart trembled, and an extremely bad premonition came over him.

Jin'er...please forgive Master this time.

Jiang He didn't want to see the look of disgust and disdain in his eldest disciple's eyes at all. Whenever he thought of that scene, Jiang He felt indescribably uncomfortable.

Anyway... Jin'er has always been silent and will never tell anyone.

He patted Jin'er's back woodenly:

"Uh, haha, I hurt Jin'er by accident before, Master, can you give Jin'er a blowjob?"

Jin'er was silent, and looked at him foolishly with her watery eyes as he pretended to blow her. Her silly look made Jiang He feel even more guilty.

Jiang He couldn't understand why he had such an unknown impulse.

It must be the damn beads!

He suspected that the bead was constantly tempting him and Jin'er, who had special physiques, to practice in order to repair itself.

After all, the higher your cultivation level, the more rewards the beads can get.

It is not surprising that such a treasure has the ability to influence Jiang He's subconscious mind.

Damn beads! Jiang He cursed in his heart again.

The bead said nothing, but quietly emitted a mysterious aura, which gradually dried up the moisture in Jiner's eyes. But unfortunately, the die was cast...Once the fire had started, if it was not put out, it would surely spread across the prairie.

"Master, what happened to Jin'er?"

Jiang He, who was extremely anxious, did not notice that his eldest disciple had a blank expression and unfocused eyes. He was like an exquisite doll that had lost its soul, saying what he was supposed to say according to the predetermined program.

"I accidentally bumped into Jin'er before. Don't worry, Yuanxia, ​​she's not hurt. Otherwise... Yuanxia, ​​go out and see how Minxin is doing, and Master will take Jin'er out later."

Jiang He quietly held Jin'er down. Jin'er was a little curious and kept rubbing her soft body. This curiosity actually went against her usual character.

But Jiang He could understand Jin Er's curiosity. Given Jin Er's feelings for him, it was normal for her to be curious about the changes in herself, but the problem was... Jiang He was very tortured.

Fortunately... it was Jin'er. Since Jin'er didn't understand and couldn't tell anyone else, then he would not be socially doomed!

This was the only relief Jiang He felt.

"Yuan Xia saw Min Xin before she came in, right? She is at a critical moment and may need to sleep for more than ten days."

Yuan Xia's answer made Jiang He stunned for a moment.

This has been too long. He has never been separated from Minxin for so long in these days.

However, Min Xin's cultivation is now almost at the Golden Core stage, so his seclusion at this time will naturally take quite a while. Once he reaches the Golden Core stage, it will be normal to seclude himself for several years.

Ok?

Jiang He woke up a little, noticed something strange, and clenched his teeth.

The girl in his arms had long, soft, curly black hair, light eyebrows, and dark, moist eyes that were tinged with a rare interest, full of a girl's innocence, and her rosy, small mouth was gently pursed. This time, she was using her little hands to secretly explore her inner curiosity.

The soft and delicate body seemed to become hotter, but not hot, just warm and comfortable from the heart.

"Master?"

The black-haired girl could not be seen clearly. In the blink of an eye, Jin'er buried her head in Jiang He's chest again. She could only see the girl's beautiful long hair being quietly held in the palm of her master's hand.

However, although the Master was somewhat embarrassed, he was still as kind as usual.

Her master is definitely not a despicable person.

He would never insult Jin'er, the person who should be cared for the most, in front of...his most beloved disciple.

Why insult?