There was severe pain in his body, but the young man Qingjue's eyes were calm, he poured tea calmly, and then obediently stood behind the immortal.
He lowered his eyes, his fingertips were slightly white.
This happens now and then, and he doesn't know why. However, it always reminds me of when I was a child, being feared by everyone as a monster...
He knew that he had blood-colored eyes, and the delicate lotus shape between his brows was also bright red.
When the master brought him back to the fairy mountain, he had to deliberately cover it up.
Could he really be a demon...
Thinking of the incompatible relationship between immortals and demons, the young man lowered his eyes and calmed down.
Don't cause trouble for Master.
If it's a demon, you have to hide yourself even more...
The white fingers were vaguely clenched, and the young man lowered his eyes and bit his thin lips, enduring the severe pain in his body.
Just got out of control...
The uncontrollable emotions and rationality caused the surging power in his body to explode instantly... Fortunately, he can control it, but it will only hurt a little.
It's nothing.
The boy lowered his eyes, but his fingertips were suddenly touched.
He was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes, saw the white-clothed immortal looking at him with a frown, and then turned to bid farewell to the others.
"Master..." He pursed his lips.
"It's okay, go back with Master." Yu Chu patted the back of the boy's hand lightly, bid farewell to the immortal beside him, and then led him back to the summit.
"What's going on, what's wrong?" She asked with a frown as soon as she entered the palace room.
The young man Qingjue was stunned for a moment, obviously his body was still in severe pain, but his beautiful eyes were bent, and he replied softly: "There seems to be some kind of power in the body... It's different from Xianli, I don't know what it is."
Yu Chu frowned, and without further ado, he stretched out his hand to open the young man's snow-white collar, undid a few buttons, and in the blank gaze of the other party, took off his shirt, revealing his fair collarbone and skin.
"Master, master..." Xuan Ling raised his hand, but he didn't dare to resist. He could only watch helplessly as his clothes were pulled down, and the young man's crystal earlobes were slightly red.
He called out again in a low voice: "Master?"
"En." Yu Chu responded casually, covering the young man's beautiful white abdomen with his fingers, and frowned to sense the interaction and collision of immortal power and magic power in his body.
As soon as she covered it with her fingers, the boy froze for a moment, and his delicate cheeks blushed instantly.
He turned his eyes, his expression remained calm, but his face was blushing, and he stared at the palace decorations.
Yu Chu withdrew his hand, and noticed that the pretty young man lowered his head, his blushing cheeks, and his clear eyes looked up at her, giving birth to a sense of beauty for no reason.
"What are you looking at?" She habitually flicked the boy's fair forehead.
Xuan Ling raised his hand to cover his forehead, but bent his lips to reveal a warm and beautiful smile, and tilted his head, "Master is pretty."
"..."
No matter how much you repeat, it's still very teasing.
Yu Chu coughed, helplessly.
With the end of the big competition, Xuan Ling's name became completely resounding in the immortal sect.
Not only the title of Feng Zun's disciple, but what is even more shocking is that an immortal cultivator with average aptitude, who has practiced for just a few years, actually suppressed Xiao Qinghe, the eldest disciple of the immortal sect, so powerless to fight back.
The last blow, if Xiao Qinghe hadn't conceded defeat in time, and one of the Four Immortals stopped it in time, that sword was no joke—it would have killed Xiao Qinghe.
Cultivation base suppression aside—it's not a general suppression, but one that can directly take people's lives.
You know, a well-matched confrontation and a smooth defeat represent two completely different levels of strength!