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Chapter 90 Passionate but always ruthless, I feel like I can’t laugh (8)

It only brought her fear and horror.

She thought back to her junior brother who was possessed by a demon hundreds of years ago. When she thought of that demon, her body couldn't stop trembling. That kind of fear was imprinted in her mind and she would never forget it. Even if she just recalled it now, her body

I can also tremble uncontrollably.

The woman responded with a soft sigh.

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Rong Hua sat on the cold ladder, holding his legs with his hands.

It wasn't until the door to the dormitory was opened that he turned around suddenly, and his eyes met the woman in red robe.

Xin Xi returned to her usual lazy and charming look. When passing by the boy, she glanced at him with her charming eyes, full of ridicule and disgust. Rong Hua stared blankly at the woman's leaving back, still thinking in his mind

Playing back the scene in the room just now, Bai Pangpang's fingers slowly clenched, his palms tingled, and drops of blood fell on the floor paved with white jade, which was very dazzling.

"Rong Hua, come in." The gorgeous and cold voice brought the boy back to his senses.

He stared at his toes, his face slightly pale, and walked slowly over.

The fairy with a golden-patterned white cloth covering her eyes sat on the soft couch. She gently pulled the boy's fat and soft wrist and said, "Where is it hurt?"

If it had been in the past, the boy would have thrown himself into Shen Yue's arms for comfort, using all kinds of clingy tricks.

But Rong Hua just raised his eyes and looked at Shen Yue with red eyes, biting his lips tightly and remaining silent.

Shen Yue sighed when he didn't hear the answer, and used his spiritual power to check his body. The wounds that were dripping with blood slowly healed.

After rubbing the boy's soft hair, Shen Yue asked gently: "Why don't you speak?"

Rong Hua threw herself into Shen Yue's warm arms and shouted: "Master..."

The tip of his nose smelled the master's smell, and it was stained with an unfamiliar aroma. Rong Hua frowned fiercely, but his voice was milky: "Master stinks!"

Shen Yue sniffed his sleeves in a funny way. There was no odor at all, but it still had a bit of a confusing fragrance.

The boy angrily pulled off Shen Yue's white coat, and Shen Yue let him do whatever he wanted.

It wasn't until his coat was taken off that the boy happily threw himself into Shen Yue's arms. His tender, lotus-like hands wrapped around the immortal's slender, snow-white neck. The smile at the corner of his mouth appeared when he saw the hair on the side of Shen Yue's snow-white neck.

An obvious red mark faded away instantly.

"What's wrong?" Director Rong Hua's silence made Shen Yue feel strange.

Rong Hua looked up at Shen Yue with her dark and beautiful eyes, and asked softly: "Master, what is this?"

The short, white, fat hand was still stroking it gently, as if wiping something dirty.

Shen Yue couldn't see the red mark, but the spot he touched just now was itchy, so he scratched it a few times. It should have turned red, and the boy used a lot of force, so it hurt a bit.

But in the next second, the rough rubbing turned into a gentle kiss.

Waves of wetness came from her neck, which was a little itchy. Shen Yue held him and pulled him away, but Rong Hua stubbornly held her neck with both hands and refused to let go.

"Rong Hua." The extravagant voice was filled with helplessness and indulgence.

It wasn't until the red marks on the pale skin deepened that Rong Hua said proudly: "I have cleaned all the dirty places of Master."

Shen Yue didn't think much and said quietly: "Don't do this next time, it's dirty."

Rong Hua buried her head in Shen Yue's neck and nuzzled: "Master, it's not dirty."

Patting his head gently, Shen Yue's cold brows were soft and her bright red lips were slightly curved. The arc was very shallow, making it difficult for people to notice: "Be obedient."

Shen Yue's days of cultivating immortals were extremely boring. In addition to practicing, he also had to take care of his apprentices, which was very boring.

Sitting on the stone stool and blowing the breeze, Shen Yue could play chess with herself even if she was blind. She could feel the position of the chess piece with her spiritual power. She held the white jade-like chess piece on her long fingertips. After thinking for a while, she gently fall.

Jiang Ling stood uneasily not far away, not daring to disturb this immortal-like person for a while.

The breeze blew the tips of Shen Yue's hair, and the white hairband that bound her head also floated in graceful arcs. The clean and snow-white robe made her even more unattainable and unblasphemous.

But no one gave him a chance to take another look. Shen Yue had already 'looked' over.

Shen Yue noticed it from the beginning and stood aside, waiting for the person to speak. As a result, after waiting for a long time, he didn't see the person say anything.

"Disciple Jiang Ling, I have met my master." A slightly deep voice sounded in my ears.

Shen Yue nodded, put down the white chess piece in his hand, picked up the spirit tea next to him and took a sip.

"Disciple, shall I play a game with Master?" Jiang Ling clenched his fingers and asked tentatively.

Putting down the tea cup in her hand, Shen Yue sorted out the mixed chess pieces and slowly said the word "sit".

Jiang Ling sat stiffly, looking at the pale Shen Yue across from him, whose back was tense and stiff, unable to calm down at all.

I was so happy and excited that my palms began to sweat.

He sat upright and played chess, staring at the chessboard, not daring to wander around, even though he knew the person in front of him couldn't see.

"You're weak." The cold and gorgeous voice made Jiang Ling's heart skip a beat.

Jiang Ling's eyes widened in disbelief, and his brows were completely different from his usual calmness and reticence.

White, who was surrounded by black and had no way to retreat, was telling him that he actually defeated the master!

But he was not pleased with himself, but he was wondering if the master had let him down on purpose. It was difficult, how could he win over the master with his skills like this?

Shen Yue really didn't let him go, so she just liked to make a fuss on her own. After a few times of fussing, she felt that she was very powerful, but in the end, compared with others... she was nothing.

Shen Yue put down the white chess piece in her hand without interest.

When Jiang Ling saw it, he quickly stood up: "Master..."

"What's the matter?" Shen Yue asked calmly.

Such a cold and indifferent master made Jiang Ling even more embarrassed. He stared closely at Shen Yue's every move and became extremely nervous if there was any disturbance.

"This disciple would like to ask Master for advice. Does Master have time?" Jiang Ling's eyes couldn't help but heat up a little.

Shen Yue happily agreed. As soon as she agreed, Jiang Ling suddenly showed a bright smile, his brows were relaxed, and the sunlight seemed to be restrained by his smile and then released together, dazzling and beautiful.

"Disciple thanks Master!" The slightly deep and hoarse voice was full of excitement and smile.

Shen Yue was so cold that she couldn't help but soften a little, and her tone was gentle and gentle: "You're welcome."

Jiang Ling first practiced with the sword, then suddenly his eyes flashed, and the sword was like a white snake spitting out a letter, with sharp moves, and the aura surrounding the silver sword was like a dragon flying through the air.

"Stop!" The gorgeous voice was not loud, but it made Jiang Ling stop in his original posture and pursed his thin lips.

(End of chapter)