Master fell into evil? I took the blame for the heroine

But now Luo He only felt fear and uneasiness in his heart.

On the top of the mountain?

Isn’t this Fu Xueqiong’s favorite little battle place?

"Master Fu, actually, after coming to Tianming Sect, I realized my own shortcomings. I plan to gain some experience before considering joining Tianming Sect."

Luo He bowed and said goodbye quickly.

"You don't want to take me as your master?" Fu Xueqiong's voice was cold and without any emotion.

"Yes."

"Okay." Fu Xueqiong's voice rang out, as tranquil and distant as a mountain spring, bringing a refreshing coolness to the heart. She looked up at the sky, her clear blue eyes reflecting the entire sky, seeming to contain the mystery of nothingness and endlessness.

Like a plum blossom standing proudly in the snow, she was pure and aloof, making people afraid to approach her easily. She stood there, her entire being seemingly integrated with the surrounding world, emitting an aura of sacredness and inviolability.

Luo He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Fu Xueqiong was still as cold as ever.

It seems that Fu Xueqiong hasn't fallen ill yet, which means he can escape successfully?

Luo He first looked down the mountain. The bottom of the mountain was like a bottomless abyss, so he immediately gave up his plan to jump directly off the mountain.

During the foundation-building stage, one cannot fly in the air and can only rely on magic tools.

It is not easy to disturb Fu Xueqiong in this state. Luo He is afraid of alarming Fu Xueqiong, so he can only choose to go down the mountain slowly.

Having made up his mind, he turned and left.

"You have passed the test and have already entered the sect. Why did you suddenly change your mind?" Fu Xueqiong's voice came, but this time, Fu Xueqiong's voice had some changes.

There was a hint of dissonance among the clear voices.

Her voice, usually as tranquil and distant as a mountain spring, now carried an undisguised wavering quality. Her cold tone seemed to hint at a hint of confusion and bewilderment.

Fu Xueqiong stood there, still looking at the sky, but there was a barely perceptible ripple in those cold eyes, as if a stone had been thrown into the lake of her heart, causing ripples.

Luo He paused and his heartbeat slowed down.

I could feel something starting to change.

The atmosphere became weird.

"You... noticed something wrong with me?" Fu Xueqiong's voice rang out again, but this time, her clear voice was tinged with obvious agitation.

The tone that used to be as tranquil and distant as a mountain spring now became rapid and uneasy, as if there was an uncalmable turmoil deep in his heart.

What followed was the sound of her increasingly heavy breathing.

"Huh...heh..."

Each sound seemed to be forced out from deep within the chest, carrying some indescribable pain and struggle.

Fu Xueqiong's skin was still as white and flawless as fresh snow, but now it was covered with a thin layer of blush, as if the fluctuations in her heart had been transmitted to every part of her body.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her brows furrowed, and a trace of confusion and pain flashed in her eyes. Her white, wide-sleeved robe fluttered gently in the breeze, as if trembling with her restlessness.

"Hey, tell me."

Fu Xueqiong's voice became high-pitched and unstable, with a hint of madness. The change in restlessness and madness swept over her like a storm, completely shattering her calm and composure.

Luo He didn't react at all. He felt that in the blink of an eye, Fu Xueqiong appeared in front of him. She held Luo He's face with both hands and looked into his eyes.

He remembered that Gu Yuan said that Fu Xueqiong had been in seclusion for a year.

Xia Zhu is absent-minded, which means she has been holding it in for a year?

"What do you feel in me?" Fu Xueqiong's voice was low and had a strange charm, which was completely different from her previous clear and cold voice.

Luo He could clearly see that the flawless, pure, and beautiful fairy, whose expressionless face had only moments before, now had eyes curved like crescent moons, possessing the power to captivate and captivate. A dangerous glint flickered in her pupils, like an abyss that drew one involuntarily. Those clear, watery eyes now shone with an enchanting brilliance, carrying an irresistible allure.

The corner of Fu Xueqiong's mouth was covered with a charming smile that could charm everyone. The curve of her lips was enchanting and dangerous, as if it would devour his soul in the next moment.

That smile was as deadly as a poppy, carrying a fatal attraction that made it impossible to look away. The White-Robed Sword Immortal's skin was still flawless white, but now it was tinged with a strange blush, as if the inner fervor had spread to every part of his body.

"Nothing." The strong contrast made Luo He subconsciously take a step back.

When he takes a step back, she takes a step forward.

Fu Xueqiong's hands were cold but strong. She held Luo He's face tightly. The touch of her fingertips spread throughout his body like an electric current, making him tremble.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"No...no."

"then you……"

Fu Xueqiong paused, and her noble and sacred temperament was replaced by a crazy and enchanting aura.

Her voice was filled with a strange smile, as if mocking, yet also teasing. The charm that emanated from within was like an invisible net, tightly binding Luo He, leaving him nowhere to escape.

"You are definitely willing to fall into the abyss of desire with me?"

Chapter 3 I Need It Now

At that moment, Luo He felt his body go limp and his consciousness gradually blurred. His eyes were hazy, as if the whole world was melting in Fu Xueqiong's breath.

There seemed to be some kind of ripples in Fu Xueqiong's eyes, like ripples in a deep pool, spreading out in circles and directly hitting Luo He's spiritual will.

"don't want……"

Luo He wanted to send out his final wave of emotion, but Fu Xueqiong didn't give him a chance to react. She simply lifted his face and kissed him without hesitation.

This kiss came like a violent storm, with irresistible power and passion. Luo He only felt a scorching breath rushing towards him. Fu Xueqiong's lips were soft yet slippery and aggressive, as if she wanted to devour him completely.

The kiss lasted for dozens of seconds. The Sword Immortal Master's already slightly drunk face became even more rosy, and her cheeks were as bright as if they were stained with rouge. Her breathing also became rapid, and every breath was filled with an eager desire.

Her hands tightly grasped Luo He's clothes, her fingertips turning white from the force, as if she wanted to merge him into her body.

"Huh... um..."

The moment Fu Xueqiong's lips left Luo He, the enchanting light in her eyes became more obvious, and then she continued to move forward, her movements becoming bolder.

Luo He knew that he was going to be in big trouble.

……

A day later, Luo He slowly opened his eyes. As consciousness gradually returned, he suddenly felt exhausted, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Luo He looked down and saw that his clothes were in disarray. Almost all of his clothes were torn, covered with tiny tears and wrinkles, making him look disheveled. There were still traces of blood under his body, reminding him of the madness he had experienced yesterday.

"you're awake?"

A cold and quiet voice came, without any emotion, as if the madness of yesterday had never happened.

The enchanting and dangerous figure of Fu Xueqiong last night emerged in Luo He's mind.

Her beautiful face, eyes flashing with a strange light, and a charming smile on her lips. Every movement was full of aggression and control, as if she wanted to completely possess him.

Luo He shrank back in response and looked in the direction of the sound in horror.

The Fu Xueqiong before him was in stark contrast to her enchanting image from yesterday. She was floating in mid-air, sitting cross-legged, her white clothes as white as snow, her wide sleeves fluttering gently, her long hair as black as ink, and her expression as cold as ice, as if nothing in the world had anything to do with her.

No longer that frenzied and enchanting look, Fu Xueqiong had returned to her usual aloof and aloof swordsman demeanor. Her face was as delicate as a sculpture, devoid of any unnecessary emotion. Her icy eyes held only an endless calm and aloof pride.

At this moment, she was like an ice sculpture with no desires or demands, cold, beautiful and inviolable.

ended?

A complex emotion surged in Luo He's heart. He couldn't reconcile the Fu Xueqiong of last night with the one in front of him. Yesterday, Fu Xueqiong was so crazy and passionate, but now, she was as cold as ice and intimidating.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but the creepy feeling lingered.

"Can I leave now?"

There is no doubt that he became Fu Xueqiong's tool for venting her anger when she fell ill yesterday.

"You've seen me like that. Either die or stay."

Fu Xueqiong remained in meditation with her eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to Luo He's fear and anxiety. Her breathing was steady and long, and every subtle movement revealed her composure and composure.

"Is there any other option?"

"No."

"I understand. I... will stay." Luo He gritted his teeth, his mood was extremely complicated.

Isn't this the storyline for the heroine Xia Zhuxin? Why is he the one taking the blame?

It is better to live a miserable life than to die. I will improve my strength and find a chance to escape from her control.

"Well, from now on, I will be your Master."

Fu Xueqiong paused and said, "I will give you the best resources, teach you the best techniques, and give you everything you want. All you have to do is help me solve the problem when I lose control."

Luo He's face twitched.

He now felt aches all over his body, as if every inch of his skin had been treated harshly.

Recalling Fu Xueqiong's strong desire and crazy behavior, she seemed to have lost all her calmness and rationality at that moment, revealing the fanaticism and confusion deep in her heart.

How many more times will this continue?

There was no wavering in Fu Xueqiong's eyes. "You can rest assured that I will not influence your marriage. You are free to find other Taoist partners. I don't have any feelings for you. We just get what we need. You are just a tool to me."

"I see."

Now that things have come to this, there is no room for maneuver.

To each his own? Tools?

Luo He showed a bitter smile on his face. He knew that this was a setting in the novel.

Fu Xueqiong was very lustful when she was ill, but she had no emotions at other times, so she didn't care about his life or death at all.

"See the lines on your chest?"

Fu Xueqiong waved her hand, and something like a mirror appeared in front of Luo He, facing Luo He's chest.

"this is?"

Luo He looked down and could feel a slight heat in his chest. There was a sharp sword on it, surrounded by a layer of purple-black fine lines.

"Sword pattern, when I need it, the sword pattern will react."

"That's when you'll know you need to come to me, or I'll come to you."

"Also, don't tell anyone else what happened these past few days."

"clear."

Luo He nodded, his fingers trembling as he touched the sword pattern on his chest, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He tried to stand up, but found that his legs felt as heavy as lead, barely able to support his body.

"Take this." Fu Xueqiong threw a pill towards Luo He, and the pill hovered precisely in front of Luo He's mouth.

The elixir danced gently in the air like a small sun, emitting a surge of life energy. Its surface glowed with golden light, and each leap brought a faint tremor, as if it contained endless vitality.

Upon closer inspection, the surface of the pill was covered in delicate veins. These veins were as exquisite as works of art from nature, seemingly flowing with countless spiritual energies. Each vein clearly indicated its immense potency. It was the result of countless refinements and temperings, and contained unimaginable energy.

Luo He didn't hesitate and swallowed the pill directly. It melted in his mouth, and a warm and powerful energy quickly spread throughout his body. The feeling was like a spring breeze, instantly dispelling all fatigue and heaviness.

A powerful vitality spread throughout his body, and Luo He could feel the previous fatigue completely dissipated. Every muscle, every cell seemed to be reignited. The surging power flowed through his limbs like a surging river, bringing endless vitality.

The warm energy not only dispelled his fatigue, but also repaired every injury in his body. The parts that once ached now felt comfortable and relaxed, as if they had never been injured.

Master is a very nice person.

"By the way, why is this sword pattern getting hot now?" Luo He asked.

The sword pattern had only been faintly hot just now, but now it felt like it was about to burn. Luo He couldn't help but reach out and stroke the fine sword pattern on the hilt. He felt a surge of scorching energy coming from his fingertips, which made him frown.

The purple-black lines surrounding the small sword's pattern began to spread further, crisscrossing like a spider web. Originally limited to a small portion of the hilt, the lines now rapidly expanded across the blade, as if an invisible force had woven a strange and complex web across the sword.

After Luo He finished speaking, he frowned and had a bad feeling in his heart.

It seems that what Fu Xueqiong said just now was not "Don't tell anyone about what happened yesterday", but "Don't tell anyone about what happened in the past few days"?

Fu Xueqiong's breathing became heavier, and her voice began to sound dissonant: "I need it now."

Chapter 4 I Can't Control Myself

Luo He looked towards Fu Xueqiong, only to see that the ethereal figure, who had just been so virtuous and aloof, now had a hazy, voluptuous smile on her face. Her gaze was like the abyss, filled with unfathomable madness and desire. Her clear blue pupils had become incredibly captivating, seemingly able to draw one's soul in.

Come again?