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

"Na~"

A seductive smile played across Fu Xueqiong's face, a smile tinged with charm and arrogance. Her lips parted slightly, her breath lazily and seductively whispering a secret deep within her heart.

Fu Xueqiong, who was originally cold and ruthless, now exudes a fatal attraction, and every movement seems to irritate Luo He's nerves intentionally or unintentionally.

"Do you really think... holding him like this is enough?" Fu Xueqiong's voice was hoarse and low, with a captivating tone, as if whispering softly in Luo He's ear. Her eyes were no longer the cold ice of the past, but had turned into a burning flame, burning Luo He's mind.

Luo He was stunned by this sudden change, his inner throbbing and anxiety reaching a peak. He felt Fu Xueqiong's hand tightly grasping him, the soft touch seemed to carry a deadly allure, as if to drag him into an endless abyss.

It was like being deeply entangled in a spider web.

"Then what should I do?" Luo He swallowed.

"Of course it's a deeper and more direct contact, not this... cautious way of touching." Fu Xueqiong whispered, her voice seemed to carry some kind of magic, gently plucking Luo He's heartstrings.

The fingers of her other hand lingered on Luo He's arm and slowly slid towards his chest. The touch was soft and cold, like a gust of cold wind, but it turned into a blazing flame in an instant.

"My dear disciple, let me teach you well."

Fu Xueqiong reached up and gently stroked Luo He's cheek, looking sickly and seductive with a fatal attraction: "Only my hands can make you feel a more direct and unforgettable contact."

Chapter 70: Luo He Unleashes His Sword (Part 2)

Luo He's breathing became heavier.

Only my hands? Why does that sound so wrong?

"But before that..."

Fu Xueqiong's eyes suddenly changed, with a mixture of coldness and crazy murderous intent, staring straight at Xiaobai who was standing there in a daze.

Her azure eyes flashed with an eerie light, as if ready to unleash a deadly attack in the next second. The smile on her face quickly disappeared, replaced by an extremely fierce look.

"There are extra guys here."

Fu Xueqiong slowly raised her hand, her fingertips lightly tapping, and a strong murderous intent quickly gathered around her. A suffocating sense of oppression filled the air, as if the entire world was about to collapse at this moment.

Xiaobai felt Fu Xueqiong's murderous intent, a trace of fear flashed in his golden eyes, and his body involuntarily stepped back slightly.

Fu Xueqiong at this moment was scarier than ever before.

"Master!" Luo He's heart tightened, and he quickly reached out to stop Fu Xueqiong's movements. He could feel Fu Xueqiong's crazy aura spreading rapidly, as if it would tear Xiaobai into pieces at any time.

At this moment, Fu Xueqiong has fallen into a state of illness. If she is not stopped in time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

It feels like she will really kill Xiaobai.

"Master!"

Luo He spoke anxiously, a hint of anxiety in his voice. He didn't dare to hesitate, fearing that Fu Xueqiong would really attack Xiaobai.

Xiaobai is his little friend who he finally got.

Xiaobai was able to communicate with her just now, and she even learned to shake hands. Luo He couldn't let Fu Xueqiong kill Xiaobai.

Luo He continued, his face twitching as he said, "You're right... I will release my desires without concealing them and offend you without leaving any room for error. Don't hurt her!"

Fu Xueqiong paused for a moment, then slowly turned her gaze towards Luo He. Her eyes were still filled with unstable emotions, but the murderous intent had subsided a little.

The corners of her lips rose slightly again, revealing a half-smile, as if mocking Luo He's weakness.

"Oh?" Her voice softened, yet carried a dangerous tone that was hard to ignore. "Are you doing this for her, or for yourself?"

Luo He's heart sank, realizing that Fu Xueqiong's madness hadn't completely subsided, but he could only bite the bullet and continue, "Of course it's for my own sake. I was a little reserved before, afraid of angering you. Master, you've been controlling me so much that I couldn't move. I've been wanting to let out a lot of anger for a long time."

Fu Xueqiong was rather strange and abnormal when she fell ill, so Luo He felt that he had to be a little abnormal as well.

She needs to vent her desires, so he will accompany her to vent.

As for Fu Xueqiong who has been possessed by a demon, he has to come to terms with her current frequency of evil charm.

Fu Xueqiong raised her eyebrows slightly, seeming to be very satisfied with what Luo He said. She snorted coldly, and the awe-inspiring sword energy in her hand gradually dissipated.

"Get out." Fu Xueqiong glanced at Xiaobai coldly and waved her hand.

"Woo~" Xiaobai's huge body was blown away and directly flew to an unknown place far away.

Then Fu Xueqiong fixed her gaze on Luo He again, with a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction and desire for control in her tone.

"The person who's in the way is gone. Don't let me down next time. Let me experience it properly."

Fu Xueqiong's words dripped into Luo He's heart like a continuous drizzle, bringing a burst of uneasy trembling and tension, but what was even more suffocating was her faint expectation, as if she urgently wanted Luo He to show all his emotions and desires in front of her.

Fu Xueqiong didn't stop talking. She twisted her body flexibly around Luo He and suddenly appeared behind him, whispering in Luo He's ear.

Her body was soft and flexible, like a charming snake, wrapping around Luo He's body and twisting gently. Every movement she made was filled with an evil charm, as if every inch of her skin exuded a fatal temptation.

"When you came over, I could already sense the desire surging from you. Don't worry, I will accept all your desires, and I am the only one who can satisfy you."

Luo He swallowed and his body twitched.

A surge of desire? Indeed, after eating the Tianxiang Eight Treasures Meat and the Burning Yang Egg, he had been feeling a heat in his body that he couldn't suppress at all.

He didn't know when it started, but his fists had become hard.

The sword is unsheathed and points high into the sky.

Not long ago, Luo He's body became extremely hot after eating Tianxiang Eight Treasures Meat. Adding the Ranyang Egg to the mix, his entire body felt like it was burning.

Now that he is so charmed by Fu Xueqiong, Luo He has become a man of great integrity.

And the more exciting thing is yet to come.

After Fu Xueqiong circled the Luo River, she returned to the front of the Luo River.

"Come on, I won't move this time, you can attack me as you please."

The noble and white-robed swordsman in front of him licked her lips, slowly raised her hands above her head, then crossed her jade-like wrists together, posing a posture that allowed anyone to do whatever they wanted.

There was a strange gleam in her eyes, and the transformation from indifference to enchantment was unbelievable.

The beautiful woman in front of him tilted her head slightly, a soft laugh escaped her throat, and the corners of her lips curled up, revealing a teasing smile.

The beautiful and curvy body showed moving curves as Fu Xueqiong moved, which was very touching.

At this moment, the holy and seemingly unattainable master was like a saint nailed to the cross, allowing Luo He to feast on her.

"Come on~" Fu Xueqiong opened her lips slightly, and the tip of her tongue gently slid across her lips, carrying an indescribable strange breath.

Luo He jumped.

No? Who can stand this?

Before, whenever Fu Xueqiong had an attack, she was the one who took the initiative, and Luo He was just a wooden stake under her guidance. But now, Fu Xueqiong raised her arms and crossed them behind her back.

The sect leader, who was respected by all the disciples and regarded as the most beautiful woman in the sect, would only act like this in front of him.

It's his turn.

He wanted to use his sword... to challenge his master who was in the Spirit Transformation Stage.

"call……"

Luo He took a deep breath, feeling the warmth surge through his chest. Without a second's hesitation, he lunged towards Fu Xueqiong and mercilessly embraced her.

Fu Xueqiong's body was as smooth as silk, and the touch of silkiness made Luo He almost forget all reason in an instant. That touch was like the most delicate silk gently sliding across his skin, and it was as warm and elastic as a soft cloud, making him want to sink deeper into it.

"Hmm~" Fu Xueqiong made a soft call of cooperation. The sound was like a gentle electric current that instantly hit Luo He's heart.

Her expression remained unchanged, her beautiful face still stern and charming, but her azure eyes shone with a strange light. That light carried a kind of enchanting allure, staring straight at Luo He, as if to absorb him completely.

"continue!"

Chapter 71: Fu Xueqiong Wants to Teach (Part 3)

Fu Xueqiong's breathing was soft and warm, her body pressed against Luo He, giving herself to him without reservation.

This close contact made Luo He's heart beat faster and faster, as if every inch of his skin was burning. He felt Fu Xueqiong's warmth and softness, and the extreme touch seemed to be silently teasing him, making him unable to stop.

This was the first time that he took the initiative to touch his master's body, and Luo He felt extremely confused.

This is the leader of the Tianming Sect who is respected by everyone and worshipped as a god.

But now she lets him hold her in his arms...

Fu Xueqiong's cooperation and those eyes with a bewitching light made Luo He even more unable to extricate himself. He knew that at this moment he had been completely captured by her. That fatal attraction made it impossible for him to break free from her arms no matter what.

So soft...

"My body's reaction is really good, ahh~"

Fu Xueqiong chuckled, with a thinly disguised provocation: "But just like this, it can't move me at all."

"Don't... don't underestimate me."

Luo He's breathing was rapid and heavy, the sword pattern on his chest was burning more and more fiercely, and he could hardly control the spiritual power surging in his body.

Fu Xueqiong's smile with a hint of contempt and sarcasm was like a sharp knife, piercing Luo He's heart.

Luo He frowned deeply, and it seemed as if a flame was ignited in his heart. The feelings of contempt and anger broke through the defenses in his heart like a flood.

His breathing became heavy, his chest heaved violently, and the hesitation and struggle in his eyes disappeared at that moment, replaced by burning rage.

Luo He's pupils narrowed slightly, his gaze sharp as a knife as he stared intently at Fu Xueqiong, his eyes gleaming with unprecedented determination and fierceness. He felt his blood boiling, and the hilt of his sword became scorching hot, as if eager to break free and release his long-accumulated strength.

He no longer suppressed his inner anger. The resentment and unwillingness that had been suppressed for a long time completely erupted under Fu Xueqiong's provocation.

Luo He suddenly clenched his teeth, his mouth corners tightened, and without a trace of hesitation, the long sword was unsheathed in an instant, and a cold light flashed.

Snapped!

His sword moves seemed gentle, yet they held a fierce killing intent. The tip of his sword gently struck Fu Xueqiong's lower abdomen. The strike seemed weak, but in fact it was packed with powerful internal energy. The sword energy seeped out and struck Fu Xueqiong's Qi meridians directly.

"Huh? Is that all?"

Fu Xueqiong's body trembled slightly, but her expression remained calm, with a meaningful smile on the corner of her mouth.

There was a cold and strange light flashing in her azure eyes, as if mocking Luo He's efforts.

"This is far from enough." Fu Xueqiong narrowed her eyes and chuckled.

Luo He's face flushed crimson, his heart throbbing as if it were about to overwhelm him. He put his arm around Fu Xueqiong's waist, feeling the softness and slenderness of her waist. The silky touch was like water flowing through his hands.

“This is just the beginning!”

Luo He's heartbeat was accelerating. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed Fu Xueqiong's beautiful face that was as bright as a charming flower.

The soft, jelly-like red lips instantly brought him an indescribable strong touch, as if a warm electric current instantly ran through his body. At first, he just kissed it tentatively, feeling the sweet softness.

However, Fu Xueqiong seemed dissatisfied with his gentle attack, and the next moment, she took control of everything.

"Hmm~Hmm~"

Fu Xueqiong pressed forward, and the originally gentle kiss instantly turned into a violent storm. The scorching kiss carried irresistible power and passion, as if it wanted to completely devour Luo He.

The hot breath rushed towards him, full of aggression and possession. Fu Xueqiong's lips were as hot as flames, with a slippery aggressiveness, which wanted to burn Luo He's sanity out.

This kiss lasted for dozens of seconds, as if every second was tormenting Luo He's will. He could feel Fu Xueqiong's lips pressed against his, dense and intense, with no intention of giving in.

Fu Xueqiong was breathing rapidly, and her warm breath sprayed on Luo He's face, making him even more lost in it.

The offensive and defensive situations changed suddenly.

The Sword Immortal Master's already slightly tipsy face became even more rosy, his cheeks as gorgeous as if stained with rouge, his eyes flashed with an eager desire, and every breath was filled with strong lust, surrounding Luo He with nowhere to escape.

Fu Xueqiong let Luo He go only when he could hardly breathe.

"Master? It's not me who should do it..." Luo He gasped for breath, and the brief feeling of suffocation made his face flush.

"not enough……"

Fu Xueqiong's eyes were blurry, and she exhaled heavily, "My dear disciple, you just said something so nice, but in the end it's just like this, this won't do."

Fu Xueqiong paused.

"Let me tell you how to take the breath away."

Fu Xueqiong's eyes flashed with a fiery fire, and she twisted her body to face Luo He's sword. She lightly raised one hand, a strange spiritual power surging in her palm, and directly faced Luo He's sword.

"Just like this, and then..."

The sword's tip tapped lightly against Fu Xueqiong's palm, but it failed to repel her as expected. Instead, Luo He felt a powerful recoil along the hilt of the sword, which made his arm numb and he could hardly hold the hilt.

Fu Xueqiong's smile deepened, and the provocation in her eyes became more obvious. She used the force of the recoil to turn her body like flowing water, and instantly rushed forward, gently tapping Luo He's chest with her backhand.