The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

  Chapter 677 Personal Disciple Is Demon Lord (7)

  Yun Xian froze all over.

  He saw Sang Jian emerging from the water, like a lotus emerging from water.

  He immediately turned around, turned his back to Sang Jian, and squatted down by the way, "No, don't look at evil."

  Sang Jian looked at his squatting back, chuckled, left him alone, and took a bath in peace.

  After washing off the dirt on his face, Sang Jian showed his original appearance.

  The original owner was 20 years old, and his appearance remained at the age of 20 years old. It can be said that the age of girls is energetic and sexy.

   Just by looking at her face, no one would know that she has lived for thousands of years.

  …

   There are a lot of clothes in the space of the original owner. When Sang Jian came out of the small river, he had already put on new clothes.

  The long hair that was knotted just now was also **** by her.

  She walked behind Yun Xian, and seeing that Yun Xian was still holding the Wu-Magic Sword, she was muttering something.

  The idea of ​​mischief suddenly rose.

  She raised her leg and lightly kicked Yun Xian's buttocks, and said aloud, "Let's go, let me heal you for the teacher."

  Yun Xian was startled, and immediately jumped up from the ground, "No...no need!"

   He is not familiar with this ancestor himself, and he saw her back just now, and now Yun Xian is a little closed in his heart.

   I don't know how to face her.

  His face was red to the base of his neck.

   "Boy, are you looking down on me for rejecting me over and over again?" Sang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a dangerous aura.

   "I didn't..." Yun Xian turned around slowly, and when he saw Sang Jian's young face, his little face turned even redder.

  He quickly lowered his head, hesitatingly said: "Old... old ancestor... I just think that I am not as malleable as you imagined. I am a little flattered that you are like this."

   "I already call myself a teacher, you still call me the ancestor? Do you not like me as a master?" Sang Jian tilted his head.

   "I didn't mean that..." Yun Xian felt that he couldn't speak clearly.

  How can she always move the topic to this?

  How can he look down on her?

"Oh that's good." Sang Jian reached out and grabbed one of his arms, picked up the magic sword in his hand and threw it away, "I know you like it, but I always hold it. I'm not going to be happy."

  Yunxian: "..."

  He did like it a little bit, but his original plan was to return it to her!

  She just casually threw it on the ground...

  Yun Xian felt a pang of distress.

   Before Jian felt sorry for a few seconds, Yun Xian should feel sorry for himself.

  Sang Jian pulled him to the river, and stretched out his hand to take off his clothes.

  Frightened, Yun Xian clutched his chest and took several steps back, "I...I...can't!"

  He doesn't think Sang Jian can appreciate his body, but he is already fifteen years old! At the foot of the mountain, you can take a concubine, how can you show it to others casually?

   "Then take it off yourself." Sang Jian didn't force him, and withdrew his hand.

   His eyes kept looking up and down at Yunxian, as if he was looking at how much he weighed.

  Yun Xian hung his head down and blushed, and held back for a long time before he could say, "I'm not hurt..."

  Sang said, "I have other things to do."

  Yunxian: "..."

  Is this reminding him not to waste time?

   But she doesn't care about her feelings at all!

  Every time he talks, she doesn't listen at all!

  Yun Xian stood there stubbornly and didn't move.

   "Looks like I'll have to do it myself." Sang Jian sighed, reached out and pulled him in front of her, tearing his shirt off.

  Yun Xian felt that he had been insulted and trembled all over.

  (end of this chapter)