Jiang Niannian stopped moving, and finally realized that something was wrong with Yin Buqi's mood.
Her disciple was not dead and came back alive, so why did she seal her spiritual vein without any warning and bring her to this darkness somewhere unknown, and why did she speak in such a sarcastic tone
Moreover, with his cultivation level, how could he possibly seal her spiritual veins? !
"You are not Yin Buqi," Jiang Niannian shook her head slightly, "You are not my disciple. Although Buqi has a bad temper, he would never do such a thing!"
As she spoke, Jiang Niannian, who finally realized that her situation might be bad, naturally did not forget to secretly gather the strength in her body, trying to break through the blockade bit by bit.
"Oh."
Yin Buqi's grip on his arm slowly tightened, the force was so strong that it almost broke his wrist bone, "Then Master, you really misjudged your disciple. I have been wanting to commit a crime for a long time."
"Master, you don't know that I have already blasphemed you thousands of times in my mind! What, Master, do you want to kill me again?"
Jiang Niannian was pinched by him so hard that she couldn't help but groan in pain.
"… What are you… talking about? Why can't I understand you? Also, where did you bring me to?"
"Where?" Yin Buqi sneered.
As he spoke, Jiang Niannian's eyes suddenly brightened.
The residence was spacious, clean and tidy. She was still in the room at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.
However, there were countless jade mirrors embedded on the wall, which could not clearly reflect the person, only blurry shadows. Each jade mirror emitted a fine ray of light, shining on the person in the middle.
This mirror is an ancient barrier. No wonder her cultivation was easily suppressed.
The man standing in the middle had a high nose, thin lips, and a red mark between his eyebrows.
Her face was slightly pale and her drooping eyelashes were extremely thick.
The candlelight illuminated the side of his face, flickering and creating a sense of eeriness.
This familiar face belonged to his apprentice, Yin Buqi.
However, he has lost the childishness of a boy and has become a real man.
His eyes fell on himself, as if he wanted to strangle him to death.
"How did you..."
Just as Jiang Niannian was about to speak, he buried his head in his neck, his rising and falling breath hitting her neck, licking it viciously, his hot lips constantly grinding and rubbing, biting her with his teeth from time to time.
"Yin Buqi!"
Suddenly he felt anxious, and there was a hint of worry in his tone.
Yin Buqi said indifferently, "Master, do you like me kissing you like this?"
Jiang Niannian asked, "Do you have any misunderstandings about your teacher? If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you doing this?"
"Misunderstanding?" Yin Buqi chuckled and put his arm around her waist, their bodies moving closer.
The sudden excessive physical contact made Jiang Niannian's whole body stiff.
She already felt insecure because she was naked, and now she felt that the material of his clothes was a bit hard and rubbed her, making her feel uncomfortable.
She subconsciously wanted to struggle, but a sharp pain came from her spiritual veins again, and a thin layer of sweat instantly seeped out of her forehead.
Yin Buqi looked at her coldly with his red eyes. His voice was unusually gentle but strange, making Jiang Niannian feel a little creepy. "Master, is it appropriate for you to lie with your disciple like this?"