Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Chapter 49: Jinjiang alone hair (3)

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Qin Jun's footsteps approached with a sound.

The closer you get, the more you can feel Jiang Yinghe's slightly chaotic breathing. He glanced at Li Huanhan and saw his eyes that were as dry as blood.

"That's why Master is afraid of you." Qin Jun said, "Since there is something wrong with your brain, stay away from him, you can't learn."

The hall was empty and silent, only the voice of words spread.

Li Huanhan glanced at him indifferently, the dark red in his eyes became more and more concentrated, just when the atmosphere was thick and tense, almost suffocating, the person in his arms tugged at his skirt, his voice hoarse.

"Still cold..."

Not only Li Huanhan, but also Qin Jun's gaze returned to Jiang Yinghe. Hearing him take a deep breath, his words still sounded a little uncomfortable.

"… I will do it myself."

Jiang Yinghe let go of his hands slightly, not noticing that his palms were clutching the other's clothes wetly, but tilted his head and breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Let me do it myself, you two... stay away from me."

Li Huanhan was silent for a moment, just when Qin Jun thought he couldn't make sense at all, he saw him stretch out his hand to brush Jiang Yinghe's hair, wiped his slightly sweaty forehead, and then seemed to want to bow his head Kissed him, but when he saw the furrowed black eyebrows, he stopped halfway.

Qin Jun loosened his clenched fingers again, not realizing how tense his spirit was just now. He could clearly perceive the things that suddenly flared up in his heart—such as desire, such as jealousy, such as the idea of desperately taking the master back to his side.

But he also clearly felt how he endured it. The corners of Jiang Yinghe's eyes turned red, and his voice trembled a little, but he still clearly rejected the two of them.

If he really wanted to take advantage of others, he would have done it long ago, and he would not hold back until today.

Qin Jun let out a breath, took a step forward, stretched out his hand towards Li Huanhan, and said, "Give it to me, I will take Master into the bedroom."

Li Huanhan raised his eyes and stared at him, the blood in his eyes was like a knife, and his movements remained motionless.

Qin Jun raised his eyebrows, his pent-up anger ignited with a bang, and he squeezed his fingers itchyly: "Maybe I should try, can you clear up your mind, which is always up and down? So as not to get confused at critical moments."

Li Huanhan was very careful when he hugged Jiang Yinghe, but he also knew the master's current situation best. His eyes scanned Qin Jun up and down, and said, "Where is it? I'm holding him."

The Nether Hall is only the main hall, and it is connected to the

The sleeping hall needs Qin Jun to lead the way. Qin Jun narrowed his eyes and stared at him for a moment, and finally took half a step back, not forcibly hugging him from Li Huanhan's hands.

The two of them walked through the Nether Palace all the way, without any verbal exchange, but they could hear Jiang Yinghe's suppressed and small moans, which seemed to be a kind of torture to a certain extent.

Jiang Yinghe had been to this bedroom before, but it seemed that many formations and spells had been rearranged. The large bed was hung with gauze curtains, and there were several layers of light smoke gray curtains.

Li Huanhan put him on the bed, reluctantly slid his fingers through the other's hair, seemed a little hesitant, and asked in his ear: "Do you need jade?"

After all, if the master solves it by himself, his sanity may not be very clear, and if he struggles for a long time, it will be even more difficult.

The silver ring was put on when he was obsessed with ghosts. Although he had taken it off, he still had a little bit of the effect of those magic lines.

Jiang Yinghe's eyelashes were a little wet, and even the joints of his fingers and phalanges were a little red when he clenched them tightly. He didn't have any intention of cursing, but he still pulled Li Huanhan's collar angrily and talked, his palms were sweaty, and his breath seemed to be burrowing into his ears: "... No, get out of here."

Li Huanhan's Adam's apple rolled, and then he saw that the fingers holding the collar were loosened, so he got up slowly, and when he wanted to say something before leaving, he was pulled away by Qin Jun.

When the three layers of curtains are closed, no one can be seen.

Qin Jun stood in front of the gauze tent for a while, wondering what he was thinking.

The gauze curtain is not soundproof, even though the sound inside has been suppressed very low, it can still be heard.

Qin Jun turned around, glanced at Li Huanhan, and then sat on the chair beside the bed, staring at this heavenly demon with an abnormal head.

In fact, after the curtain was closed, Li Huanhan's state looked much more normal. His dark red eyes, like dried blood, gradually returned to their original state, and after half a cup of tea, they completely returned to their original appearance .

It's just that the heart demon pattern is still growing vigorously with the beating of the heart.

Qin Jun sat beside him, forcing himself to stare at him intently and hostilely, while pouring a cup of cold tea.

The only consolation is that he is not the only one suffering.

The sound of tea slipping into the cup was very clear.

When the sound of water stopped, he heard Li Huanhan's dry questioning voice.

"Where's the Long Night Man?"

"I don't know." Qin Jun took a sip of tea, "Maybe go back to the Yaozu first

, went to find Uncle Yun. "

"En." Li Huanhan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Your mattress..."

"Silver flocculent silk." Qin Jun replied quickly, "It's very soft, it's the same type as Baihe Yuyu's... the one you picked back then, it's the same material."

This is probably the most peaceful time for the two of them.

It’s okay if you’re not calm, you can’t touch it if you touch it, and you don’t dare to walk away.

Both people's hearing is too keen, listening to the sweetheart "solve the problem" by himself, the sound is almost unbearable.

After another short silence, Qin Jun stroked the wall of the teacup, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Is it too long?"

Li Huanhan raised his eyes and glanced at him, but didn't answer immediately, and after a while, he spoke in a low voice.

"... It sounds like I can't bear it."

"How many times do you want that thing?" Qin Jun glanced at the silver ring in his hand, and looked at the magic pattern on the ring without changing his face and heartbeat.

"... Twice."

"Twice..." Qin Jun took a breath, and finally couldn't sit still, walked over to the bed, paced back and forth aimlessly, and asked, "Master, you... are you okay?"

There was a moment of silence inside, and the voice rang out with a tone that was obviously a little weak, but still had to be strong.

"… fine."

... This doesn't sound like anything is going to happen.

Qin Jun couldn't sit still, and walked around the curtain blindly, unable to stop. After a while, Li Huan said coldly: "Sit down, you have shaken me.... Rather than waiting here, it's better for you and me to go out."

"Tsk," Qin Jun was slightly surprised, "You still have time to let go."

Li Huanhan raised his hand, pressed his fingers against his forehead, and said in an unpredictable tone, "It's better if you and I go out and fight."

Just when Qin Jun was about to ridicule him for only knowing this method, he was suddenly grabbed by the sleeve by a hand stretched out from the gauze curtain.

That hand was slender and thin, with distinct bones, and it was simply beautiful as hell. But the palm of his hand was wet, and it was a little slippery when he held it. The shape of the joints was clear and distinct, and under the thin and fair skin, there were faint traces of blood vessels.

Qin Jun immediately held his fingers with his backhand and said nervously, "What's wrong?"

"… clothing."

There was no change of robe in his storage ring.

Who would have thought that within a short period of time, his robes and artifacts would either be lost or destroyed.

Jiang Yinghe let go of his hands a little, shrank back, and glanced at the stained clothes...

Another one belonged to Li Huanhan.

Although except

Dust curse and other things can completely solve the dirty place, but he still feels a little uncomfortable, and... I don’t know if I should praise it and say that it is indeed a trick of the magic cultivator. This is the first time he feels that he has done something. The talent of Xiao Huangwen's protagonist.

He feels that he can't touch anywhere now, and he can shed tears wherever he touches, although shedding tears is not his intention, and he doesn't want to be a big man crying with red eyes, but this is not something he can control.

Especially the tail that was installed before the long night... especially hinders the operation.

Jiang Yinghe is still a little unsmooth up to now, and feels that there is still some remaining effect that he has not been able to vent, but he is already very tired, so he simply let it burn like this all the time, and doesn't want to move his body anymore.

Single for thousands of years, pure-hearted and ascetic, the technology can be imagined... I really can't make things difficult for myself.

And he was a little sad himself.

He cast spells on the soiled clothes, put them aside, and then changed into the clothes Qin Jun handed over. Sitting on the bed and staring at the darkness in front of me for a while, I felt that my mind was blank from time to time, and some disturbing thoughts popped up from time to time.

This has happened more than once.

Jiang Yinghe raised his hand, tried to stabilize his mind, then raised his hand to open the gauze curtain, and said to Qin Jun outside: "Give this back to him."

Qin Jun took the black cloak, stared at Jiang Yinghe for a while, and said suddenly, "Master."

"Um?"

"The face is a little red." Qin Jun raised his hand and touched the other's flushed cheek with his fingers, feeling that the temperature under his fingers was a little hot, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes to look at him, not knowing what to say, and felt that saying anything seemed a bit shameful, even though Qin Jun didn't plan this matter, and even prevented worse things from happening to a certain extent.

He shook his head and retracted silently, even the perceived breathing sound became suppressed and slow.

Qin Jun's originally anxious heart suddenly turned to ice. He seemed to have poured a basin of cold water on his head and face, and his mind suddenly cleared up.

"Li Huanhan."

Li Huanhan caught the cloak and looked up: "What?"

"I really can't figure out why he is so kind to you."

Qin Jun turned around, his iron-gray eyes slightly narrowed: "Do you know how jealous I am of you?"

Li Huanhan looked back with dark eyes, and asked, "How is he?"

"Don't bother you." Qin Jun smiled sarcastically

With a loud voice, "... Senior Brother."

——

When he woke up the next day, the candlelight and phosphorous fire outside were still burning, and the fever-like feeling in his body subsided a lot.

Jiang Yinghe sat up and slowly regained his sanity.

Outside the gauze curtain, the phosphorous fire swayed like fireflies in the night sky.

He tried his best to look calm and calm for a moment, and then tried to communicate with the system in his mind that was always mechanical like a small program.

"My apprentices are sick. Can I... leave them alone?"

The system that had been silent for a long time responded slowly.

"Don't give up, there is still hope if you haven't raised your eyebrows."

Jiang Yinghe frowned: "... What hope is there? Don't you know they want to sleep with me? Aren't you a master system? Then what exactly have I experienced?"

The system was silent for a while, then continued to reply rigidly.

"If you teach them in bed, you can also be counted as a good teacher."

Jiang Yinghe: "..."

"Your apprentices have no experience in this area." The system is clear, "This is also one of the teaching tasks."

Jiang Yinghe: "..."

"Sex education, love education, and death education." The system said, "This is a noble and great cause, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Yinghe really couldn't stand the title System, sighed slowly, and said, "Although you are so eloquent, I still feel that I have no room left for myself."

The system was silent for a while, and continued: "This is not only your task, but also mine."

"What is your mission?"

"... rescue."

Jiang Yinghe was sensitively aware that this was a brief but worth analyzing answer, and immediately asked: "What salvation?"

The system didn't answer any more, and returned to the previous state of pretending to be dead.

Jiang Yinghe lowered his head and thought for a while, but couldn't come up with a more definite answer. He got up to wash and change his clothes, wanting to change out of the clothes he temporarily borrowed yesterday. He was clearly prepared to face the two men, but he found out that the golden boy and the jade girl were guarding the dormitory.

Neither of the two children dared to fall asleep, and they looked a little aggrieved, as if they were being held accountable by Qin Jun, and each was more pitiful than the other. Seeing Jiang Yinghe waking up, Jintong stepped forward and presented Qin Jun with the washing utensils and a light blue Taoist uniform that Qin Jun had ordered before.

Jiang Yinghe asked, "Where are Qin Jun and Li Huanhan?"

"My lord," the golden boy pursed his lips, "he is building the River Styx."

"The devil is here too." The jade girl continued, "I went early in the morning."

Jiang Yinghe

Nodding his head, seeing that the two of them were so wronged, although he knew that ghost cultivators should not judge people by their appearance, but in order to distract themselves, don't keep thinking about what happened last night, and asked, "Why?" So wronged, how old are you?"

The golden boy was wronged at first, but when he asked this question, he felt even more pitiful. He wiped away his tears and sobbed, "I'm only eight hundred and forty-one years old. The beauty asked me to suck, suck, and I'll suck it." Do not cry… "

Jiang Yinghe: "..."

——

Ten Thousand Monsters Frontier Fortress.

Sanqing Yaojun swallowed his saliva, raised his eyes carefully to look at this ancestor, and said tremblingly after a long while: "My brother...he didn't come back..."

The young man in red was playing with the flute. He didn't have any special expression on his face. He just tapped his palm with the emerald green flute and said, "Not here? Wu Chengyu isn't here, so where is my little uncle?"

"This, my subordinates don't know either." Sanqing said with a bitter face, "I sent a letter to Cheng Yu a long time ago, asking him to release him. It's just that Cheng Yu said...that they, have... that, have become Taoists Sorry, that Uncle Xiaoyun, he ate something bad...needs to cultivate."

There was a click.

Changye only tapped lightly, and the corners of the table case were neatly chipped off. Changye smiled coldly as if he didn't realize it.

"You don't know." He paused for a moment, "Then drain your blood, and use the art of tracing the origin of your blood, you can always find Wu Chengyu."

Sanqing didn't dare to show his anger, so he could only offer the communication between the two of them with trembling fingers, and said in a low voice: "He, he is a tiger, and I am a bird. This younger brother recognizes them all, my lord. We are not related by blood..."

Chang Ye glanced at him, took the token that could carry sound transmission information, and carefully felt the source of the evil spirit on the other side.

... very strong herbal smell.

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