ebookland Chapter 695: In short, pants are not allowed to be taken off
Chapter 695: In short, pants are not allowed to be taken off
Siyou City, Xuanji Pavilion.
Wang Shuyue's bright eyes trembled violently. She subconsciously stood up and stared at the light and shadow, looking pale and helpless.
Seeing the distorted and miserable face of the crouching woman, her broken and bloody collar, and her bloody and shattered internal organs, he was completely panicked.
She was more terrified than the bloody wounds on her husband's body, and was speechless for a moment.
Zhou Xiaoyi's red lips trembled slightly, her clear and moving pupils constricted, and she silently clenched her teeth and waited and watched.
Even though Chu Xin took action and imprisoned Qingying's body, it still looked intact.
But... she was really cut in half!
The blood lines extending from the living creature's heart veins are shocking!
If Chu Xin hadn't been by my side.
She was now broken into two pieces, her soul scattered...
My aunt and Hong Ning exchanged solemn glances. They had originally thought that the incarnation of the Blood-Clothed Tower Master must have some supreme means to protect him.
But she never imagined that she would force her husband into such a miserable situation in the end!
Green Shadow...
At this moment, even though Hong Ning was just watching from afar, no clear thoughts emerged in her mind. She only felt a mixture of emotions.
For the owner of the Blood-Clothed OP.
Whether it is his true body of Long Yuan or the green shadow of Fu Nu.
She had never met him before. Even though Shuyue and Xiaoyi were both in Danxia back then, they had never met or known each other, let alone Ye Xi.
Therefore, my impression of the poster has always been from Qinghuan, my husband and Sihe, and I have also heard a little from Senior Sister Zhang.
Can……
The owner of the building described by Si He was extremely cold and powerful, almost unscrupulous. Even she was a prisoner, which made people annoyed and afraid.
However, Qingqing, as described by Qinghuan, is gentle, well-behaved, and loves to laugh. She is very sensible but not very obedient, and even looks a little miserable.
Zhang Jinyi seldom mentioned the Blood-Clothed Tower Master, but he could sense from the incident with Miao Jian that the Blood-Clothed Tower Master was tough, unkind, and chillingly indifferent, a powerful being who was above heaven and earth.
But the owner of the building in the shattered light and shadow before him... the master Zhao Qing was facing...
……
There was silence in the Xuanji Pavilion.
If ordinary people heard this, they would even think... that the Qingjun they were facing was clearly not one person, but rather four people!
There was also the statement of the young master of Tianxiang Tower, who said that it was an almighty being who would not even glance at the trivial matters of the world - which was completely different from what these four people knew.
Everyone sees things differently...
Obviously, they were just not familiar with Qingying and did not understand Qingying.
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Tianmen Island, in a courtyard deep in the valley.
Zhao Qing seemed more confused than anyone else.
After a momentary burst of venting, he was completely panicked. He rushed over and knelt beside the woman, his eyes trembling and he was at a loss.
But he was also very clear that his master's disappointment in him was waiting for that moment of cold light from him.
He was indeed different. Rather than expressing his enlightenment through magic or supernatural powers, it was more like he had broken through certain barriers and constraints, but he himself did not know what exactly he had broken through.
now.
Faced with the woman he had cut in half, Zhao Qing took out the willow stem sealed in the jade disk without hesitation and gave it to Chu Xin to refine her vitality.
Qin Chuxin naturally knew about Liu Tu's existence. After Hong Ning got it, she and Wanqiu and others had personally handled it.
However, Ren Zhaoqing and Hong Ning never imagined that this extremely rare immortal treasure would one day be used to save Qingying...
Qinghuan gritted her teeth and approached to take care of her, her phoenix eyes already overflowing with hot and crystal light, although she kept saying that she was not familiar with Qingqing.
But right now...
She realized it belatedly and hurriedly took out the crystal coffin, which was a treasure she had been carrying with her in recent years and was taken from Xianghen Sea.
She had used it before to warm her body, and Ye Xi had also used it at Skylark Villa. It was the most gentle way to warm Chen Zhi's body and nourish the blood injuries.
Zhao Qing's somewhat distracted eyes trembled slightly as he looked at Qingying's tightly closed long bloodshot eyelashes, wishing he could take her place and suffer for her.
I inexplicably felt an indescribable sense of heartache and closeness towards this master with whom I had just become familiar.
He leaned over silently, wanting to pick up the woman's body, place it in the crystal coffin, and then send her to bed to rest.
It was just when the fingers touched the blood-collared skin.
Qingying's blood-stained and messy eyelashes trembled, and then her bleak eyes suddenly opened, staring at Zhao Qing silently.
Zhao Qingyan was also stunned, and his big hand stayed on the back of his master's neck. He didn't know whether to hug him or not.
"Go away."
A weak and trembling whisper came out from the sandalwood mouth. Qingying seemed too lazy to open her mouth, so it sounded vague and more like a moan.
But in a flash, this woman who was clearly at the end of her life looked directly at Zhao Qing, but a hint of extreme indifference appeared in her eyes.
She glanced at Qing Huan's tearful eyes, without looking at the crystal coffin. Then she closed her eyes and gasped softly, "Lend me the baby."
"You go and recuperate..."
Zhao Qing: ???
He withdrew his hand in silence, then looked at Qingying's miserable appearance and became really angry.
Are you fucking retarded?
It's as if I'm taking advantage of you!
Zhao Qing was panicked and felt guilty, but he really had no intention of taking advantage of anyone. He was clearly concerned about his master.
Besides... both of her hands were broken by her, so what's wrong with hugging her?
Originally he was very distressed and panicked.
But being interrupted so suddenly by Qingying, he was stunned.
At this moment, I subconsciously recalled the touch of my master's skin not long ago.
The delicate hands that often held the pen at that time were as cool as ice, but not soft at all. The lines were particularly tight and clear when she exerted force.
And then, the blood-soaked hand was hot and sticky, and the touch was smooth and delicate...
Both of them will break into pieces if you pinch them.
The fine bone fractures, with a different touch, were transmitted through the palm of the hand, the distortion and coldness between the woman's frown, or the merciless humiliation and trampling.
At this moment, Zhao Qing had a faint desire to conquer.
Then came an even stronger sense of guilt... This was truly the Master, the Master he had never had before.
Until Qingying was supported by the vast spiritual consciousness and went to the bedroom with Chu Xin.
Only then did Zhao Qing retract his dazed gaze.
Immediately afterwards, unprecedented fatigue and confusion, along with blood and bone injuries from the inside out, began to spread wildly, as if the soul was torn apart!
Qingying broke half of his ribs near his heart!
I almost had my heart dug out by her bloody hands!
Why do you feel sorry for her?!
Zhao Qing gradually regained some of his composure, gloomily held Qinghuan's gentle hand, and went to the gatehouse to recuperate together.
Qinghuan was also injured, with serious damage to his internal organs and meridians. He was hit by Qingying.
But this injury is far from life-threatening.
Zhao Qing was seriously injured.
He lay down in the crystal coffin that was originally intended for Qingying.
When I was taken to Qionghai Prefecture by my senior sister for recuperation, I still had some of the various nourishing herbal dews.
Compared to the cramps and broken bones back then, the bloody holes on my body now are nothing.
And think of the past.
The guilt and heartache Zhao Qing felt towards Qingying, which had just grown stronger, dissipated a lot in an instant.
After whispering a few words with Qinghuan.
For the second time, Zhao Qing summoned the wandering soul energy that had been accumulated for a long time.
With the help of the soul flag appearing in front of Qinghuan, he looked a lot more relaxed and not as pale and weak anymore.
He once tried the wandering soul experience with Nangong Yao and Baldy in Tianyao Wanshenque.
Let’s not talk about anything else.
The main thing is...he doesn't feel any pain when he's injured.
There is no one around to help capture the soul, so the main thing is self-anesthetization.
In fact, Gu Qinghuan knows the art of soul-binding.
There are similar methods in the White Jade Voodoo, but she didn't dare to try it on her master for fear of any accidents.
Even though Qinghuan had been studying white jade for several years and could easily master such a simple secret method, he was unwilling to use it on his master.
She even smiled softly, "Qing Huan can't help you, Master, just bear with it. You can punish Qing Huan with even greater pain later."
In this regard.
Zhao Qing was so angry that his teeth were itching, but he could only try to figure out the wandering soul's energy by himself.
He was floating lightly at the moment, like an extremely weak phantom, staring blankly at the rising sun and the vast sea outside the window...
"Have I gone too far with Master?"
Hearing this, Qing Huan, who was meditating to regulate her breathing and meridians, slowly opened her eyes and was slightly startled. Then she whispered softly, "She has gone too far. Master can kill her."
"..."
"If her true body wasn't still in Longyuan, and it wasn't just this Fu Nu."
"Master doesn't need to do anything, Qing Huan will kill her."
Zhao Qing: ???
He looked back in surprise, staring quietly into Qinghuan's smiling eyes, which were still a little red.
Are you standing here... teasing me?
"Then why were you crying just now?" He raised his eyebrows slightly and questioned the little slave with a sullen smile.
Qing Huan's expression faltered slightly. She shook her head slightly, lowered her eyes, and whispered anxiously, "It's because I feel that the Master is too sad. That's why I feel distressed and I feel a little sorry for her."
Is that so?
"Then go and kill her."
Upon hearing this, Qinghuan nodded and stood up, with a smile in her eyes. Of course, she knew that her master was just teasing her.
But he still left the small room fiercely.
But I never thought.
Zhao Qing called out strangely from behind: "Qing Huan!"
The woman in tight clothes paused, smiled gently and looked back.
But the master's expression was particularly strange and thoughtful. After looking at each other, he seemed to hesitate for a moment before whispering, "Blood."
"Can you tell her blood?"
“…collect them.”
Gu Qinghuan: ???
This!
Zhao Qing smiled widely, raised his chin and made an obscure gesture, almost giving the impression that the master and the slave were discussing...stealing someone else's things.
Wait until Qinghuan really turned around and went to the courtyard.
His expression gradually regained its solemnity, but he also felt a little lost.
Zhao Qing vaguely understood.
Qingying guided himself to realize that the release similar to wildfire was secondary.
She was imposing her will, forcing herself to look up...at the sky.
At this moment, Zhao Qing gazed quietly at the bright morning sun at the end of the boundless ocean.
I vaguely understood in my heart that I had really been trained.
This feeling is indescribable.
It was as if he had vented his anger on the Master of the Blood-Clothed Tower, and then looked at the vast sky and the endless avenue... The scenery in his mind was completely different.
Even though he is weak, very weak.
But the unknown desire to conquer is like a seed, buried deep in the dark thoughts, waiting to break through the soil and sprout.
I am just a tool to deal with the disaster, and my only wish is to do my best to protect my family.
But when the moment of the destruction of heaven and earth is really approaching... can I do it?
Zhao Qing shook his head and sighed secretly, not thinking about it anymore.
He just stared quietly at the bedroom in the distance, his broken thoughts entangled in the cold words Qingying had said before.
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The same courtyard, different scenes.
While sleeping, Chu Xin refined the vast green vitality. With his powerful spiritual sense, he suppressed the green willows that were about to break through the ground and transferred all of it to the woman to nourish her remaining body.
Qingying's current situation.
It is much easier to treat than Gu Qinghuan’s injury back then.
When the neat and smooth cut wounds healed, all that was left were ruptured internal organs and broken hands and knees.
On the blood-stained bed.
The woman frowned and closed her eyes quietly.
The torn inner collar of the small garment was all taken off, and the blood scabs across the soft breasts and slender waist were shocking, and then they fell off under the powerful vitality.
The snow-white skin beneath the blood scab was as white as mutton fat, without a single scar visible.
However, the dirty silk pants stained with blood were still tightly tied around the slender waist, making the woman's figure look even more graceful and tight.
Chu Xin wanted to help her take it off.
But Qingying didn't give in. Even though her cheeks were pale and distorted, her trembling words were still cold and crisp.
In short, you are not allowed to take off your pants.
Qin Chuxin didn't make any effort. Besides, when had she ever been so considerate and helped others heal their wounds?
Fortunately, Qingying's knees were only injured by the spear light and could heal themselves.
now.
Qin Chuxin covered the woman with the quilt and sat quietly beside the bed, guarding her man's master.
Her posture was particularly respectful.
Even now I still find it incredible, full of emotion, and even feel ashamed of myself.
She herself is also a master.
The eldest disciple has now reached the level of Golden Elixir and has traveled to ninety states.
Situ Ying and Situ Jing have both been in the foundation-building stage for twenty years and are currently staying in the State of Chu to inherit the sect.
The two people in the bedroom are both teachers.
But the miserable woman lying on the bed made Chu Xin feel that he was not worthy of being called a master.
She does not have the master's cultivation and courage, nor the master's knowledge, and she cannot treat her disciple like this.
Zhao Qing is now a walking man in blood-stained clothes. He has excellent talent and all the necessary skills. He clearly does not need any instruction. He can just continue to practice like this.
Just calmer and more meticulous than ordinary people.
For a man with a family, it's great.
But for a cultivator seeking immortality, for a man walking in blood-stained clothes... it is a bondage.
And this Master.
He will try his best to stir up the barriers deep in the disciples' hearts.
Even Zhao Qing came from a humble background.
He had practiced in Danxia Kitchen for many years, and his wife and concubines were of lesser caliber.
Even though he is now a Blood-Robed Walker, he is still far from the experience and courage of those true geniuses of the great clans.
He is gentle to others, but also thoughtful.
Zhongzhou Huangfu Ming, why did you dare to interfere in the affairs of the Blood-Cloaked Walker back then?
Why did he go to the Star-Glancing Tower again and face the new Blood-Cloaked Walker with arrogance?
He is a true genius, a direct descendant of an ancient clan, and a master of nine swords. Even though he disturbed the affairs of the Blood Son in the past, he was only sealed in the underworld for half a year.
No one can do anything to him.
But this master can see all of this, and see everything about his disciple's past.
Silently.
This would wipe out Zhao Qing's original complicated thoughts. Isn't that an unspeakable inferiority complex?
Seven remonstrations to the king.
Overnight, it seemed as if all the embarrassment of his apprentice was turned around.
No other servant in a straw shop could make him any less capable than the true prodigy of the ancient clan.
The broken slender hand was particularly powerful, strong enough to support his disciple for the past sixty years.
Maybe Zhao Qing himself doesn't know.
But Qin Chuxin knew.
If the incident at the Zhongzhou Lanxingtai happened again, Huangfu Ming would definitely stand before Zhao Qing...
If the Nine Swords and Eight Walk, they will die.
Those who are going to die cannot die again, and no one can save them.
Because Zhao Qing was facing Huangfu Ming, all his previous considerations had been quietly erased.
He only heard powerful cold words—
Once he made a remonstration, the king became angry.
...Compared to these, the teaching of techniques that are similar to magic is nothing at all.
"What is Qinghuan doing?"
At this time.
A soft, questioning whisper reached my ear.
Qingying's beautiful eyes, which looked a little tired, had opened at some point, and she was calmly looking at the figure of Gu Qinghuan who was looking for her outside the window.
Qin Chuxin was also startled, paying attention but unable to speak.
Qinghuan...is carefully searching for bloodstains!
Fortunately, Qingying didn't wait for her to speak. After taking a look, she slowly closed her beautiful eyes, her cheeks still looking as pale as paper.
"Ask Qinghuan to prepare some medicinal baths."
"Zhao Qing has a piece of my jade on him, which will help them collect the blood from the wound."
"City Lord Wu has disappeared. The Night Soul Kingdom will not be peaceful today. Tell him to be more careful."
Chu Xin was slightly stunned when she heard this weak whisper.
Jade?
What jade?
...Are you still thinking about the Night Soul Kingdom?