Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Jiang Yinghe felt a little hot.

He felt like he was being hugged by a pile of fluffy dolls, the soft touch pressed against his cheeks, and then did not enter between the neck, as if a soft feather slipped in.

Obviously everything is beginning to look good, and it is slowly getting on the right track, but these days he always has such strange dreams, as if there is really a threatening beast beside him that is still eyeing him. general.

Jiang Yinghe was a little anxious, but he still didn't want to wake up—the same was the case before. No matter how many times he wakes up, all he faces is the big fluffy tail of the little white cat.

It makes people unable to be angry, but it is really awkward.

He closed his eyes and buried it in the depths, feeling that the soft tail came in again, like a flirt, and a close snuggle like a cute cat.

He reached out his hand and held down the fluffy tail, his voice still drowsy, and his tone of voice was slightly muted and asked in a low voice: "What is the trouble, you are not allowed to come to bed anymore."

His words only worked for a moment, and then the soft, thorny little tongue came up and licked his chin gently. After another moment, the slight pain of this barb became more and more obvious, and Jiang Yinghe was finally awakened by him.

Is Cuihua such a messy little cat? Jiang Yinghe grabbed his little paw and suddenly felt that there was something wrong with this size. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a cat whose size was out of the normal category...

Where is this cute little cat... Jiang Yinghe looked at this cat not much smaller than a tiger, and for a moment doubted life in his mind. He sat up silently, looked at the opposite Cuihua for a moment, and said, "You... …Is it actually a tiger demon? Or some other beast?"

As the master's mood changed, even the long ears that had been diminishing their presence were curled up softly, almost tangled together.

Cuihua also looked a little dazed. She looked down at herself, and then tried her best to approach the past harmlessly, pretending to be stupid, and circled Jiang Yinghe, as if she had just awakened her lineage.

"...Wait a minute, uh..."

He had a big fluffy cat wrapped in him. Jiang Yinghe raised his hand and pressed his shoulders, trying to get out, but he was hooked by the fluffy tail to his waist, and he couldn't even move back.

The barbed tongue licked his collarbone through the thin clothes, Jiang Yinghe could clearly feel a fleshy damp. The wet tongue swept across his neck, and there was a slight tingling sensation.

"You are already big

The cat is no longer acting like a baby...Don't lick it, it hurts me. "

Jiang Yinghe didn't expect that the kitten he took in was originally an orc of unknown ancestry. He frowned to stop, while pulling away the wet thin shirt.

The candlelight faintly reflected a section of frosty skin and delicate collarbone. The skin on the surface was shaved red by the barbs, like a fierce kiss left by a lover when she was acting coquettishly and hugging her tightly.

Jiang Yinghe didn't realize how **** this hickey was. In his eyes, this is nothing but a little demon who knows nothing about the world, relying on and loving him.

"Since you are not a cat." Jiang Yinghe pulled up his shirt belt again and raised his eyes, "Then, when this happens, I will just send you back to the frontier of Ten Thousand Monsters, where you should be..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw a pair of eyes that glowed like a luminous lamp. Like two light bulbs of extraordinary wattage, Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and he was thrown over by the big cat and pressed firmly under him.

Overwhelmed by Mao, at a loss.

When Jiang Yinghe was about to train him, he was licked on his waist by his generous hot tongue, as if touching a sensitive position. The bones all over his body were soaked soft, and his tendons were numb.

"...His, little beast, what are you doing?"

Adopt him, feed him, and finally send him back to his hometown. Where can I find such a good treatment? The demon, who is already psychic and wise, doesn't even understand humanity at all.

Jiang Yinghe didn't notice that he was flushed a little bit. When he was pulling the ears of the big cat to educate him, he encountered something with thorns between his legs.

His mind was blank for a moment, and his whole body stiffened.

......Monsters such as monsters have an estrus period, and I still treat him as a little pitiful!

Sterilization must be sterilized.

Jiang Yinghe flushed with anger, raised his foot and kicked the cat away. He looked at the two light bulbs with eyes like instinct, and he didn't know where to start cursing.

At this time, he was completely awake. Jiang Yinghe just breathed a sigh of relief. When thinking about how the cultivation world could be sterilized, he saw that "the demon who had just awakened from blood" continued to grow in size.

The Styx’s buoyancy is so great that it is logically difficult to sink a ship, but at this moment, even the painted boats are swaying and crumbling, like a lotus leaf being blown in the storm.

The "cat" named Cuihua in front of him finally revealed its complete prototype.

The painting boat cracked and shattered. The water of the Styx poured into the boat and was smashed away by a huge claw. Jiang Yinghe didn't react for a while, so he was supported by a soft pad.

He saw the wings that covered the sky and the sun spread out from the back of the monster, and the surging monster aroused all the souls in the Styx. The Netherworld, which was originally day and night, was blocked by its body and fell into a piece of it. Long-lost darkness.

In the darkness, those animal eyes became longer and narrower, no longer the round black eyes of the little white cat, but exuded a terrifying breath of a top predator.

Jiang Yinghe was put on the shore by it, and then, the beast form that reached the sky instantly disappeared, and replaced by the figure of the boy in red in front of him.

If it is a prototype, the prototype of Tianzhen can just cross the Styx, but if it is transformed into a human form, even on the shore, it will be wet with the river.

Under Jiang Yinghe's gaze, Long Ye's long black hair had not been condensed, but fell down wet. The red clothes on his body were soaked in water and turned into a dark red like blood coagulation.

Chang Ye's half-face mask was still wearing, but it looked very embarrassed, with water dripping on it, and on the other side, water droplets fell from the eyelashes and shattered in front of the eyes.

On his eyebrows, there is still the silver shining spirit seal that Jiang Yinghe had placed to protect him when he first saw him.

Jiang Yinghe only wore a white shirt, his appearance was unprepared, and he looked at the long night with no expression on his face.

He heard the little apprentice yelling: "Master..."

Jiang Yinghe didn't respond, but took a step closer, took out a snow-white Jinpa from the storage instrument, leaned down and wiped the water marks on his face.

Long Ye regained hope again, hoping to say: "Master, Ye'er... Ye'er just misses you too, too much, I'm afraid you don't want me."

Jiang Yinghe's expression did not change, nor did he say anything. Instead, he quietly wiped the drops of water on him, and said in a dull tone: "I always thought that Ye'er was the most innocent and pure and clear. So for so many years, you lied to me The deepest-it is still the case to this day."

Chang Ye stared at him blankly, and slammed his hand subconsciously: "Master, I was wrong. Let me explain, okay? I didn't really want to lie to you. I actually, actually want it. Protect you, both of them are pregnant..."

Jiang Yinghe looked at him indifferently, even approaching an inch, and asked indifferently, "What about you?"

The excuse was suddenly stopped.

Jiang Yinghe's sentence was like a knock on ice and jade, and it became clearer and more moving, but its tone at the moment was too distant, making the listener's heart squeezed together with discomfort.

"You have no two minds." Jiang Yinghe pressed against the tip of his nose, his ink eyes were clear, and there was no trace of persecution or force.

Hard momentum, just calmly and even softly asked, "Really?"

His breath slowly drenched.

This is clearly something that I have long dreamed of, but in an instant, I found an indescribable panic.

As if to panic again, he would completely lose the other party.

Chang Ye's throat was aching, as if a blade was severely cutting the past, and there was a breath of blood surging. His throat moved slightly, and he confessed with difficulty: "...No, no, actually I..."

His statement paused for a moment, and then continued slowly and hardly: "I...I also like Master, I want to take you back to the frontier of Ten Thousand Monsters and be my...my..."

Before his eyes, Jiang Yinghe's eyelids dropped slightly, with long and straight eyelashes, revealing a faint shadow under his eyelids.

Even with Chang Ye's ability to perceive words and expressions, he couldn't even tell whether Jiang Yinghe was angry at this moment, but his premonition was on the alarm bell, and he couldn't even say an extra plea.

He watched the opponent's frosty fingertips touch his eyebrows.

Chang Ye clenched his fingers, and called out nervously and urgently: "...Master..."

Jiang Yinghe finally turned his gaze and looked at his eyes quietly, with a calm tone: "Long Ye, in the Hehuan Sect, who killed the two disciples who died."

"……it's me."

"Whether the group of Feng Clan who came to attack when I went to the Swordsman Conference is related to you."

"……Yes."

Chang Ye's voice has always been well-behaved and pleasant to the ear, and it has never been like this before. Even a word or two of words have settled in an instant.

"The route of the Ten Thousand Demons Frontier Fortress was deliberately planned by you. If Li Hanhan can't rush over, you can control all the news I learned there and everyone I met, right?"

"..."

He said nothing.

But it's more heart-warming than saying everything.

Jiang Yinghe slowly closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Suddenly, he felt that the blindness was not only because of his various plans and cover-ups, but also because of his own credibility and wishful thinking.

When he believes in a person, it is difficult to listen to outside interference. For example, many people have hinted at him that the dispositions of these disciples are different from what he has seen, but he still believes more in the day and night between himself and them.

But it turns out that getting along day and night is just a well-designed conspiracy.

"Then, I met you on the snowy field." Jiang Yinghe said slowly, "Is it within your expectation?

? "

"no."

Chang Ye cut off this sentence, rushed to take the other party into his arms, and leaned on his shoulder, his voice almost choked with some faintly: "No, I met Master at first... I just wanted to repay you... "

Jiang Yinghe raised his hand, patted his back lightly, then left his arms, looked at the other person and asked, "This is your reward."

He reached out his hand again, no longer hesitating, and took back the spiritual seal of the body that was originally holding on Chang Ye's body, watching the silver mark in front of him disappear little by little, and finally faded to no trace.

The Styx behind him was surging with tides, and there was a cry of soul in it.

Jiang Yinghe stood up, feeling that even the wind in the Netherworld was a ghostly chill. He looked at the wet hair of Long Ye and said: "Tianyan Demon Venerable, turned out to be a disciple under my seat. It has not been so honored yet."

Chang Ye knelt in front of him in the middle of the night, and his voice was muted: "...Master."

"Don't scream like that." Jiang Yinghe squeezed his eyebrows wearily, "I would like to ask Venerable, where did you send my Junior Brother Xiaoyun? When are you planning to remove these two tricks? The decoration I just put on?"

"Uncle Xiaoyun, I have let people go. He... he should return to Penglai." Chang Ye grabbed his hanging sleeves, looked up, and there were tears in his eyes. "Master, Master. , I was wrong, I will take it down for you now, don't you want me..."

Jiang Yinghe gave him a hand: "Get up."

When Chang Ye stood up, he realized that the other party's clothes were so wet. But even in such an embarrassing situation, it did not detract from the excessive beauty of the 360-degree total and no dead-angle spike.

Jiang Yinghe even felt that sometimes he was crippled by his face.

Long Ye looked at him with tears, his nose was so pitifully red. He raised his hand and pinched a decision, and then slowly took off the rabbit ears from Jiang Yinghe's hair, while raising his hand to wipe a tear, he said dumbly: "I don't know why Master Xiaoyun didn't go back. Ye'er is still young, so please forgive me, Master..."

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: "You, young?"

He slowly took off his tactile ears, and Jiang Yinghe realized at this moment that Chang Ye was actually a little higher than himself. As long as he lifted his eyes slightly, he could see that beautiful and gorgeous face. With tears in her eyes, she was as pitiful as a homeless kitten.

But he is not a cat, but an ancient demon.

Jiang Yinghe watched him take off the rabbit ears, just about to say something

, The opponent's sudden approaching breath thumped his face.

In the next moment, the soft lips touched up, originally just stealing a kiss, but then fell into an uncontrollable situation. Chang Ye hugged his waist tightly, like a violent kid who could only rampage, kissing him forcibly, but still crying.

Jiang Yinghe struggled, but couldn't get rid of it. He was so weak that he was kissed by this little beast, so he could only slap him with a slap and escaped.

At this time, the power was completely confiscated. Finger marks were printed on Chang Ye's indescribably beautiful face, and the corners of her lips were torn by her fangs, oozing blood.

He raised his hand, wiped the blood on the corner of his lips, and said in a low voice: "...Master...I, I can't control it. As long as I get close to you, I only have the demon instinct. I can't help it. ...Can't bear it, let alone imagine what would happen to me if you leave."

Jiang Yinghe touched his lips and frowned slightly: "I don't have love roots, you have heard it. Why are you still..."

"I don't care." Chang Ye raised her eyes suddenly, staring at him closely, "As long as you don't want me, Ye'er can accept everything..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Jiang Yinghe followed Chang Ye's gaze and saw Li Huanhan and Qin Jun standing not far behind him.

Then, his shoulders sank, and a cloak full of body temperature fell on his shoulders, Li Huanhan's.

"Little Junior Brother." Qin Jun smiled at Chang Ye, "The way you cry is better than smiling."

He paused for a while, and continued to make a stab: "Uncle Yun did not return to Penglai. Where did your people get him, huh?"

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