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

What is this doing?

"You are mine, and you can only be mine. I want you to remember this feeling well."

Fu Xueqiong whispered in Luo He's ear in a low and somewhat charming voice.

"Master?"

Luo He wanted to struggle, but found that his spiritual power had begun to surge.

Although he wanted to resist, his body was attracted by Fu Xueqiong's aura, and he gradually became weak under her control.

But the sword's edge was gradually sharpened.

"Be quiet and let me feel it."

Fu Xueqiong said softly.

Her fingertips brushed across Luo He's back, bringing a touch of coolness, followed by a warm warmth. Her hands became bolder and bolder, as if she wanted to completely embrace him, even if this method was so intense.

"what……"

When Luo He's mind was about to lose control and his eyes were blurred and distracted, Fu Xueqiong stepped back again.

Luo He felt a complex mix of emotions in his heart.

Fu Xueqiong's sudden retreat made him regain some clarity of mind, but her next move made him feel nervous again.

The Sword Immortal Master grabbed his collar and led him to the side.

Go over there,

You can hear the roar of the waterfall vibrating in your ears, and the water rushes against the rocks, making a thunderous sound.

"Da da da!"

The sound of water is like a beat, accompanying the ups and downs of Luo He's heart.

At this moment, he was still troubled by the intimacy just now. His mind was a little lost, his eyes were blurred, and he could hardly concentrate.

This time it's by the waterfall?

Fu Xueqiong really likes strange sights and places...

My master has a quirk.

When they came to the waterfall, Fu Xueqiong chose to sit on a big rock, elegant and calm.

She gently crossed her slender, straight legs and looked down at Luo He with her head raised.

In the spiritual realm, Luo He seemed to be bandaging the wound on the leg of the girl with fiery red hair.

At that time, he... was looking at that girl's legs carefully?

When she thought about it, Fu Xueqiong felt a little irritated.

"What do you think of my legs?"

Fu Xueqiong asked, her voice carrying a dissonant tone.

Luo He was stunned.

I don’t know why Fu Xueqiong suddenly asked this.

He raised his head slightly and looked carefully at Fu Xueqiong's legs.

The white skirt gently covers her skin, and her curves are soft and natural, which seems to be even more charming against the backdrop of the water.

His heart was twisting and he coughed subconsciously, but a blush appeared on his face involuntarily.

"Uh... Master, your legs are of course beautiful."

Luo He stammered in response. Besides her legs which were incredibly beautifully proportioned like a work of art, the most important thing was Fu Xueqiong's temperament.

Fire in the ice.

Charming as a demon.

It's the Ice Queen.

"Oh, is it so?"

Fu Xueqiong held her chin with one hand, her eyes flickering with a subtle jealousy and possessiveness.

"In the spiritual realm, I saw you bandaging the wound of that little girl with fiery red hair. You seemed to like looking at legs?"

Luo He's heart tightened.

"I...was just helping."

Luo He stammered, looking away and not daring to meet her gaze.

"Really? Just helping?"

Fu Xueqiong chuckled softly, but her voice was cold and full of madness. "Now, help me take off my shoes slowly."

Luo He's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, the sound of the waterfall in his ears seemed to stop at this moment, and the only thing left in the world was Fu Xueqiong's teasing words.

There was a subtle possessiveness in her eyes that made him unable to escape or resist.

"Take off your shoes?"

Luo He was stunned, and there was a hint of panic and anxiety in his voice.

"This... shouldn't this be done by you, Master?"

"I want you to come."

Fu Xueqiong's voice was like ice water, cold and suffocating. She lifted her foot slightly, revealing her smooth and slender ankle. She was so graceful and fearless that Luo He almost forgot how to breathe.

He hesitated for a moment, with countless emotions intertwined in his heart, including impulsive desires and rational struggles.

At this moment, Fu Xueqiong seemed to be demonstrating her absolute dominance; her elegance and majesty could not be ignored.

"Okay, Master..."

Luo He finally took a deep breath, slowly squatted down, and gently held the edge of her shoes with both hands.

He could feel the coolness of the surface of the shoes, which formed a sharp contrast with the warmth of Fu Xueqiong's skin. His palms were slightly sweaty and his heart was beating like a drum.

Speaking of which, if you look closely, this is the first time that Fu Xueqiong took off her shoes.

As Luo He moved, Fu Xueqiong's eyes remained fixed on him, the emotions revealed in her eyes complex and profound. The corners of her lips rose slightly, as if she was satisfied with his nervousness.

“Slow down and enjoy the process.”

Fu Xueqiong spoke softly, her voice as gentle and lingering as spring water.

Luo He's heart moved, and his fingers carefully slid across Fu Xueqiong's instep, slowly moving the shoe down.

He was clearly careful not to touch Fu Xueqiong, but Fu Xueqiong instead tiptoed up and touched his fingers.

The Iceberg Sword Immortal's toes are slender and elegant, and the curves of his long legs are like works of art.

Stepping on Luo He's hand, I felt the delicate touch.

"Looks like you really like my legs."

Fu Xueqiong licked her lips and raised the corners of her mouth.

“I think it’s beautiful.”

Luo He's breathing became rapid, but his heart was enveloped by her breath, and he became a little lost.

Fu Xueqiong was pleased with Luo He's reaction and leaned forward slightly, as if wanting to immerse him in this emotion even more.

As Luo He gently took off her shoes, her feet landed on the stone, like a white butterfly, light and beautiful.

"Then... let me see if you have made any progress or gained anything in this spiritual realm."

Fu Xueqiong tilted her head slightly, with a hint of temptation: "I will make you remember my feet forever."

"Progress?" Luo He was stunned.

At this time, Fu Xueqiong kicked out.

He stepped directly on Luo He's body.

The surging spiritual power rushed towards him, and Luo He could feel his sword intent rising into the sky.

Sharp sword, sharp eyes.

After breaking through the Jindan stage, his physical strength was improved.

And now Fu Xueqiong wants to test his swordsmanship?

Just as Luo He's thoughts were wandering, Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power surged in like a tide, making him feel a powerful pressure, as if the whole world was leaning towards him.

"Here, right? Your weak spot."

Fu Xueqiong's charming voice came, with a fiery aggression.

Luo He could feel her spiritual power constantly stimulating the spiritual power and sword intent in his body, and his whole body seemed to be burning.

Spiritual power circulated rapidly in his body, and the sword intent, under the guidance of Fu Xueqiong, rushed straight into the sky.

Luo He's heart trembled, and then he raised his head, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes. With a thought, the sword intent and spiritual power began to intertwine, forming an invisible sword energy, which went straight towards Fu Xueqiong.

"very good!"

Fu Xueqiong smiled slightly, seeming satisfied with his reaction, "But it's not enough."

As she exerted force with her feet, her spiritual power suddenly increased, instantly suppressing Luo He's sword energy and almost breaking it.

"Well, ah..."

Luo He felt that the flow of spiritual power in his body became more difficult, as if he was competing with an invisible force.

"Is it impossible to resist?"

Fu Xueqiong's voice sounded again.

Luo He tried hard to adjust his state, his spiritual power surging in his body. He felt Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power rushing at him like a tide, impacting his consciousness in an instant.

He began to use his spiritual power, trying to find a flaw in this powerful pressure.

However, at this moment, Fu Xueqiong took her second step, carrying an invisible force, floating like a cloud.

Luo He instantly felt a suffocating sensation. His sword intent crumbled under the pressure, as if his confidence and courage were shattered along with it.

"Goo~"

Chapter 153: The power of the gods, so terrifying

Luo He's body seemed to be trapped in an endless whirlpool. Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power surged like a tsunami, oppressing every inch of his skin.

All of a sudden, Luo He felt that his concentrated sword intent was broken by Fu Xueqiong.

The sword was raised and fell.

I can't stand it at all.

"Master, that place...is not possible."

"Here, as expected."

Fu Xueqiong smiled gently: "Come, don't look away, look carefully, look at me."

Luo He had no choice but to look up.

His gaze couldn't help but pause slightly on Fu Xueqiong's jade feet, which were like works of art.

Her steps were light, yet concealed boundless power. The perfectly curved lines of her feet, imbued with spiritual energy, resembled a peerless blade, soft yet firm.

The pink veins were faintly visible, revealing an alluring power that accompanied her every slight movement, as if containing indescribable danger and beauty.

The sunlight shone on her feet, casting a soft luster.

Fu Xueqiong seemed to be a contradictory existence at this moment. Her cold breath formed a sharp contrast with her delicate skin. She was as cold and beautiful as a queen, but also had a dangerous beauty that made people dare not touch her easily.

"Then let's continue..."

The fluctuation of spiritual power surged again.

Fu Xueqiong slightly bent her feet, and as the spiritual power in her body burst out, her attack became more fierce and difficult to resist.

Each strand of spiritual energy was like an invisible thread, tugging at the surrounding air and also tugged at Luo He's nerves. That momentum rushed towards him like a violent storm, fierce and violent, yet with an irresistible charm.