"..."
The boy behind him froze for a moment.
His hand on the woman's abdomen froze, as if he was instantly at a loss, not knowing what to do.
The forehead against her neck moved away slightly, and the boy stood stiffly behind her, obviously confused.
Yu Chu couldn't help laughing, pulled his hand away, turned around, pinched his face on tiptoe, and raised his chin towards the big bed in the room: "Are you sleeping in it?"
Just like when he was a child, with a joking tone.
Xuan Ling's eyes softened, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "No, Master, I'm going back."
I haven't seen him in a year, and he is still young and energetic now. If he really sleeps with Master, he will inevitably be a little bit uncontrollable.
He doesn't quite believe in his self-control in Master, it's better not to take risks.
The young man paused, lowered his eyes slightly, lightly touched Yu Chu's forehead with his thin lips, and bent his eyes:
"Master, go to sleep."
Yu Chu couldn't help raising his eyebrows as he watched him turn and leave.
An apprentice like a little white rabbit...
It's so good.
…
After a leisurely few days, Xiao Qinghe came to inform Xuan Ling that he was going to go into the secret realm.
The young man bid farewell to his master tenderly.
He followed Xiao Qinghe to leave, and watched Xiao Qinghe open the enchantment of the secret realm, which was filled with thick mist.
The young man stepped into the mist, his expression unchanged.
Xiao Qinghe from behind sneered, only thinking that this kid was pretending to be calm.
A few days passed without incident, until the morning of the fifth day, Xuan Ling picked a fruit, put down his slender white hand, raised his eyes slightly, and frowned.
The fog seemed to be getting thicker.
This kind of fog is everywhere in the secret realm, the visibility is very low, and the vines hang down and can be seen everywhere.
But there are also many opportunities inside, fairy fruits are everywhere, and even dusty fairy artifacts can be encountered.
He took two steps forward, and saw the back of a woman through the mist.
The young man frowned slightly, with a calm expression, and slowly walked over. As he approached, the woman's back gradually became clear.
—Master.
The young man Qingjue's eyes paused for a moment, and the next second, he saw the woman turn around, she was indeed the face of the master, she smiled at him, put her slender fingers on the buckle of the clothes, and slowly unbuttoned it.
After she untied one, she stared at him, licked the corner of her lips, and walked over slowly.
The boy was silent.
A flash of amazement and joy flashed in the woman's eyes, she twisted her waist more boldly, and her clothes slipped off.
When she came closer, the boy's eyes moved slightly, and he looked behind her.
The woman froze for a moment, and it was too late when she realized the danger, a spirit sword pierced her heart.
The blood dripped, and the immortal-like young man tilted his head slightly, but he didn't respond. He watched the woman slowly fall down, and the enchantment dissipated, revealing a seductive face, completely different from that of the immortal.
There was a slight sneer on the boy's lips.
He didn't speak, just slightly raised his fingertips, and the blood on the spirit sword disappeared. Suddenly there was a voice of sneering behind him, Xiao Qinghe leaned against a tree: "As a member of the immortal sect, Junior Brother really has no mercy at all. If Master knows that you kill at will..."
"It should be killed." The young man only spat out two words with his thin lips.
He put away the spirit sword, didn't look at the woman on the ground, but just looked up at Xiao Qinghe: "What do you mean by leading the phantom to me?"
Xiao Qinghe raised his eyebrows slightly, did not answer, but said with a smile: "You dare to kill the phantom demon, but you can't kill me."
Xuan Ling fell silent.