Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Yeyue is silent.

Outside the inn, there was the sound of a little demon holding a gong and hitting the watch, and the moonlight shone from the window lattice and fell on the ground.

It was the first time Jiang Yinghe saw this scene of Ten Thousand Monsters Frontier Fortress. He had also met many big monsters, and had tolerated little monsters who were devoted to cultivation, but it was the first time that he came to such a place. He didn't expect the monster race with animal instincts to be so orderly.

What he didn't even expect was that this seven-day amusement park could torture himself in this way, even if it only fell on the last day and didn't eliminate it.

Jiang Yinghe sat in front of the window and blew the wind for a long time before slowly dissipating the heat of the medicine's effect into his body. He took off his robe and returned to the bed to habitually cover the quilt, feeling a little unhappy.

He remembered his teaching failure case again, and the more he thought about it, the more unpleasant he was. After tossing and turning on the bed for a while, he suddenly felt that his body temperature was a little higher.

Logically speaking, the ice and snow road body feels slightly cold to the touch.

Jiang Yinghe lowered his head into the quilt, and the white rabbit ears between his hair fell down. The rabbit ears softly pressed against the quilt, almost feeling the strange touch of a pair of ears.

He couldn't help raising his hand and squeezing it, and then suddenly withdrew his hand after touching it, feeling that his ears and cheeks must be red-why didn't he know that he had such a sensitive feeling?

Jiang Yinghe turned around and looked at himself from above, his mind was constantly being swiped by "You are finished, you are not clean". He calmed down and touched the pair of tactile artifacts without believing evil...

No, why is a big man so sensitive.

Jiang Yinghe lost hope, thinking in his heart whether it was because of the more side effects that the final success of the Seven Days Awakening was going to fail, or was it just because of the magical artifacts? If it's the latter, it's okay, if it's the former...Does his face need any more?

He was already thinking about how long he would be laughed at when he asked Tong Guiyu about this matter in the future.

The voice of the little demon hitting the watch went away.

Jiang Yinghe was still worn away by this side effect in the end. When his heat subsided slightly, he suddenly felt a familiar figure, climbed onto the bed very skillfully, and got into his arms smoothly.

Chang Ye raised his hand and hugged him, his eyes were faintly shining, and the two beast ears between the hairs trembled: "Master, are you still asleep?"

He hadn't done this kind of thing less before, so he naturally rubbed Jiang Yinghe's arms and was naive: "Ye'er, rest with Master.

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If it’s okay in the past, after a few rubs now, Jiang Yinghe almost got a little blown away. He stepped back an inch calmly, watching the little apprentice’s cunning expression, and admonishing himself in his heart:

No, it's a long night, he relies so much on trusting you... can't show such a shameful look in front of him.

But he didn't know, at the moment the moonlight was dim, his cheeks were already slightly flushed, and even those ink-colored eyes showed a surging wetness and luster, just like the veins of the frost on the branch that melted. Spring water.

In a place where no one noticed, Chang Ye swallowed, and turned his head back to find that he was so hopeless.

Master is so good-looking, that pair of long soft rabbit ears suits him very well, making people think...

He pressed on step by step, approaching the opponent casually, and whispered against Jiang Yinghe's shoulder, "Master?"

Jiang Yinghe said in a low voice, "Yes."

Chang Ye looked at him and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Jiang Yinghe reacted when he reminded him. He reached out his hand and touched his reddish face, and he felt a little hot as expected.

"No." Jiang Yinghe kept his voice steady, "I'm fine..."

After he spoke, he saw the little apprentice in front of him stretch out his hand and touched his face.

Chang Ye's fingertips are very soft and he moves carefully, almost as if he is stroking some precious porcelain when rubbing. His gaze kept falling between Jiang Yinghe's eyes, and he whispered slightly: "Master, you are blushing."

Before Jiang Yinghe could answer, Chang Ye grabbed his shoulders and pressed him under his body, and his breath was slightly hot.

The little apprentice who pressed on him had bright eyes and a sincere tone: "Is the master in estrus?"

Jiang Yinghe: "...I am not a monster."

He paused and frowned slightly: "How can you say that, I just... have been affected by a little side effect."

This sentence is vague, in an attempt to confuse it.

But Chang Ye is obviously not a person who is easy to let go. He lowered his head and put out his hands, and while talking, he pinched Jiang Yinghe's long ears in his hair.

"Is this really the case? Master, please don't tell me--"

Jiang Yinghe:! ! !

In the next instant, his little apprentice, who hadn't spoken much about it, was pushed down. Jiang Yinghe hugged the quilt to the corner of the bed, and his fingertips were about to scratch the fabric in his palm.

He calmed down for a while before suppressing the inexplicable feeling of emptiness. After taking a breath, he remained silent for a while before he whispered: "... Ye'er, you go back to sleep by yourself."

Chang Ye did not answer.

Jiang Ying

He didn't hear the footsteps either. Just when he thought that the little apprentice was sad, he just wanted to raise his head to explain to him, but he was hooked by a thick and fluffy tail.

He is slender and thin, with straight calves that can be completely wrapped by this fluffy tail.

Chang Ye returned to him, like a cat confirming his territory, with the tip of his tail lightly sweeping the back of his instep.

"Master..." The little apprentice called out, "What's wrong with you?"

He asked too innocently, where could Jiang Yinghe speak.

During the few breaths of his hesitation, Chang Ye had already taken his hand again, leaned over, and continued to ask in a low voice, "Why is it uncomfortable?"

Jiang Yinghe closed his eyes and opened again, steadying his voice, and said, "It's okay, you go out."

In his mind, the little apprentice, who had always been well-behaved and obedient, did not respond. He even moved closer, smelling the faint cold fragrance of Master.

The tail also gradually became presumptuous, constantly rubbing against Jiang Yinghe's white skin.

...How this tail looks so serious.

Jiang Yinghe stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows: "Don't go out yet?"

Now the situation is special. If he accidentally didn't take hold of himself and started to attack his little apprentice, wouldn't he be condemned by his conscience?

Jiang Yinghe didn't recognize his status at all. He saw the pure and beautiful face of Long Night before his eyes. He took a deep breath and calmed his mind-even if his sexuality was really bent, he couldn't do so to the little apprentice.

Then, the breath of the long night approached more and more. He actively stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Yinghe's wrist, and whispered softly: "Master... I will help you."

Before Jiang Yinghe could answer, the wicked tail curled up.

"Hiss..." Jiang Yinghe dodged subconsciously. He couldn't avoid it. Instead, he was softly pressed under his body by the opponent's movements, protecting him in his arms.

A fragrant fragrance exuded from the other party's body, entangled with the aura exuding from Jiang Yinghe's body.

Jiang Yinghe pushed him, but failed to push away, and then heard the long night's soft whispers.

"Is it okay to just use the tail? It's an auxiliary device, Master, you look too uncomfortable. Unfortunately, I can only control half of it, and sometimes it will move by itself..."

Jiang Yinghe was not so uncomfortable before, but now he really feels uncomfortable and crying. He endured and endured, still said: "...Where did you learn this?"

Chang Ye leaned over and kissed his moist eyelashes, and said, "Does Master really always treat me as a child?"

Jiang Yinghepian

He evened his breath too far, and asked, "Otherwise?"

The little apprentice beside him smiled softly and said: "Well... Actually Ye'er has grown up."

Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes and saw that between the always well-behaved and clear black eyes, there was a deep and lustful color that could drown people, and a sense of invading and occupying almost beasts.

He suddenly realized that the child in his own eyes had already grown pointed teeth, revealing the gaze of a predator.

Chang Ye lowered his head and kissed Jiang Yinghe's Adam's apple on the neck, then slowly licked, and asked in a low voice, "Then what is the master thinking now?"

Jiang Yinghe didn't reply. He felt that his vision of seeing people was indeed a bit ridiculous.

This is not a displaced kitten, but a beast that doesn't know when it grows crooked.

Chang Ye's sharp teeth scratched his slender neck, and he bit his Adam's apple and stopped for a while, his voice was muted: "Are you still thinking about Brother Li?"

When he asked this sentence, it felt too dangerous. Jiang Yinghe hid for a while, took his shoulders, and after a sigh of relief, he asked: "Chang Ye, on earth are you... are you..."

"Yeah." Chang Ye responded frankly, "Ye'er likes Master."

Jiang Yinghe was dumb for a while, he didn't know what to say.

"Ye'er wants to be with Master." The other party's tone was narrow, "Except for Master, there is no other person I like."

Jiang Yinghe locked his eyebrows tightly, his anger jumped up again, and said, "Do you know what you are talking about? Qin Jun lied to me and deceived me, so what is the difference between you and him now?"

Chang Ye said: "He is false, but Ye'er is sincere."

Before Jiang Yinghe could answer, he felt that the weird, fluffy tail was pinched by his hand. The other party raised his head slightly and licked the soft rabbit ears on his head.

Jiang Yinghe has a good practice in this meeting, and his strength will be drained by this little bastard.

He didn't know what he was like now. In Chang Ye's eyes, Jiang Yinghe, who has always been light and cold, cursed him with red eyes at this moment, which is simply teasing his sensitive nerves.

His Yaozu's sense of smell was awakened, and his excitement was a little out of reason.

Chang Ye reached out and slowly pulled the hair that covered the other side's cheeks, stroked the master's white cheeks with her fingers, and paused slightly when she reached the edge of her eyes.

The edges of Jiang Yinghe’s eyes, bright and cold as morning stars, were wet with moist tears. I don’t know if they were tricked or **** off by the long night.

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But it seems...it seems to be more angry.

At the moment when the long night's movements stopped, Jiang Yinghe couldn't hold back his emotions at all, and silently shed tears, but didn't want to show him, tilted his head to avoid his sight.

There was a drop of tears here, which was so hot to the apex of Long Ye's heart that it suddenly felt difficult for him to continue.

As soon as the long night's movements stopped, the tangled plush tail also loosened. He hugged Jiang Yinghe, leaned in distressedly to wipe the tear marks on his cheeks, and whispered: "I'm not doing this anymore, Master, I was joking with you, don't be angry, Ye'er is wrong."

Jiang Yinghe straightened his lips, his tone was light and cold: "You did it on purpose."

The fire in his heart is actually still building up layer by layer, thinking that I treat you as an apprentice and you want to sleep with me? Does the dignity of the master nowadays?

It's just that Jiang Yinghe is rejuvenated, and the first reaction is how to solve the problem. You can't kill the young apprentice who has been raised with a stick.

While he was annoyed, he had to squeeze the question of emotional analysis at the same time-what was it wrong to teach? Just forget one, what's the matter with this? Is this kind of joke also casual?

Chang Ye hugged him to soothe, the real side exposed on his body gradually weakened, and returned to its original harmless appearance, flattering: "Ye'er just... saw Senior Brother Qin treat Master..."

Jiang Yinghe: "...no study is allowed."

"Is Master very scared?" Chang Ye blinked, "Is this bullying Master?"

How could this not be counted, he would be frightened. Jiang Yinghe didn't want to answer, turned his back to him, and said after a long while: "You go out."

The other party was silent for a while, not knowing how he thought about it, and suddenly said: "I still...help Master solve the effect of the medicine."

It's okay if he doesn't mention it, he mentions it, Jiang Yinghe is almost to be killed by this popularity-if Chang Ye came to him and kissed him and licked him, what about the side effects of the residual efficacy? Isn't it because he is not big or small?

I don't believe that I can't handle this kind of things, so I want you to worry about them one by one?

Long Ye waited for a while, only to hear the master curse in annoyance.

"Get out of here."

He took a deep look at Jiang Yinghe's back and said softly, "Then...Master, take a good rest? If it doesn't work, call me again?"

Long Ye slowly exited the room, closed the door, then turned and leaned against the door frame, looked at the empty ground for a while, not knowing what was thinking, and then again

He raised his head and glanced at the bright moon in the sky.

……How to do it. He dropped his hand, swiped his fingertips over the soft sword at his waist, and laughed at himself.

I prepared so well and planned so carefully, but when I arrived in front of Master, he couldn't stand a tear in his eyes...Where is my character?

Long Ye took a deep breath, and the cold air under the night moon filled his lungs.

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The next day.

The atmosphere between the two became a little weird.

Jiang Yinghe persuaded himself not to mind too much about what happened that night, but he still couldn't help but think of the swinging tail. When he looked at other monsters, he would pay a little attention to the tails of other people's houses.

What kind of monster beast is on Chang Ye's body? How do I feel like I haven't seen it before.

Jiang Yinghe pondered for a while, but still didn't think about it.

When he was on the earth in his previous life, he was a glorious teacher of the people, and his sense of responsibility was extremely strong. Therefore, when he felt that he had misled his apprentices, his mood was always very complicated.

…After all, it’s his own **** education. What should I do if Chang Ye messes up his own sexuality when his mind is not perfect?

No, if there is a chance, I have to share knowledge with him and let the child rein in the precipice in time.

Jiang Yinghe has treated him as a child for so many years, and he couldn't convert this thinking for a while. Just as he was lost in thought, the door rang suddenly.

The shopkeeper with dog ears walked in with the food, and the dishes on the dishes were all the things that monsters were accustomed to eating. Don't say that Jiang Yinghe has long been bigu, even if he really wants to eat something, he has no appetite for these meals.

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him, his tone was flat: "Let it go."

Dian Xiaoer looked at him and suddenly said: "Um, the little one presumptuously asks, do you... have two partners?"

Jiang Yinghe was startled for a moment, and asked, "Partner...or two?"

"Yes." Xiao Er nodded quickly, "Did you dump your other partner, and then elope with this...?"

Jiang Yinghe didn't even understand what he was talking about, so he heard the canine in front of him continue on his own.

"Guest officer, don't blame me. You provoke that one is too fierce. At least you will start at the primordial stage? People are looking for you. We are a small shop, and we really can't provoke big people..."

While talking, he took out a piece of blood jade and put it on the table.

This blood-colored jade pendant was originally thick in color, but then it suddenly lit up in front of Jiang Yinghe, and then quickly

As it melted away, at the same time, the ground of the entire Yaozu inn began to seep out of bright red liquid, as if the blood pool of Moxiu had moved under the inn, revealing a violent and murderous blood.

In the next instant, the blood gathered into a pool, rushing and spreading rapidly, and then a familiar human form condensed from the pool water.

Before Jiang Yinghe could see the truth, he was enveloped by a familiar breath, swept in with a strong **** aura, and there was a sudden, sudden embrace.

Jiang Yinghe was a little bit painful when he was hugged. He heard the undulating and urgent breathing in his ears, and heard Li Huanhan's low and hoarse voice.

"Master... I found you."

He was covered with blood, in addition to the red water droplets on the blood pool, there were also unhealed residual wounds on his body. The blood droplets that had penetrated soaked the black robe.

Li Huanhan hugged him tightly in his arms and buried him between his neck to suppress the turbulent emotions. He was on the verge of becoming demonized, and the brutal aura of killing all over his body could not be restrained, but he slowly let go of his arm, as if he was afraid of scaring the opponent.

"I really don't want to..." His voice was soft and hoarse, "See you in this way."

He raised his eyes and exposed in front of Jiang Yinghe, a pair of bright red eyes, as well as a bright red pattern that represented the heart and demon, spreading from the neck of the neck, only an inch before it was swallowed into the heart.

Jiang Yinghe stared at him blankly, facing the monstrous demon aura for a moment, and then asked with a trembling voice: "You... are you in a demon?"

No, it shouldn't. With Huanhan's character and mind...how could...

The thoughts in his mind suddenly broke off, he felt something touched by his hand, lowered his head and glanced down, and saw that his fingers were full of blood.

There was an injury on the other's body, but he didn't even frown.

Jiang Yinghe was overwhelmed by the shock for a while. He felt that it was a great fortunate not to die against Qin Jun. He suddenly felt sour and terribly distressed. He whispered: "I was injured and running around? What are you so anxious about?"

The author has something to say: Hehe: Every day, nima, like a dream.

Chang Ye: ...I walked away for a while...