The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Feng Jue became Ling Qingxuan's attendant disciple and stayed in Xuanqing Hall.

Less than half a day after returning, Elder Huang came to the door.

"Elder Ling, my disciple Huang Chu was severely injured by you, and I can't get out of bed until now. Would you give me an explanation?"

If it really woke up after half a day, this seat is just kidding.

Ling Qingxuan looked serious, "Secrets, exercises, magic tools, spiritual fruits, choose from Elder Huang?"

There are so many things like this, making it as if Elder Huang came to the door to ask for things.

Elder Huang didn't expect to be choked up by these words, "Ling Qingxuan! Do you have the kind of elder who actually helps outsiders teach the disciples in the sect. Since he is no longer your disciple, quickly hand it over to me for disposal."

Elder Huang had always disliked him, and because of Ling Qingxuan, he hated him even more, and this was a good opportunity to teach him a lesson.

Ling Qingxuan showed him the uniform that Zhu Feng brought over, "He is now the attendant of this seat, not an outsider."

"You are protecting the short! With so many reasons, give him to me quickly!"

"No." Ling Qingxuan took out some rare instruments and secret books and put them on the table, "If Elder Huang has figured it out, please do so."

In the end, Elder Huang was very spineless and took these treasures away.

While Mu Lin couldn't help crying and laughing, he also felt a little pain in his flesh, "Master, how can you give away a high-level magic weapon."

"It's okay." There are many more in this seat, and I don't need them anyway.

She looked at Feng Jue, who was holding her body with her spirit sword and kept silent, and threw the attendant's uniform to Mu Lin, "Before the injury is healed, you can take care of him for the time being."

"Yes, Master."

After she left, Feng Jue released his sword and fell to the ground.

Mu Lin squeezed his attendant's uniform and looked at him inexplicably.

Is it because he is unwilling to be taken away by his master, so he will surrender his identity and follow him?

Maybe he's just waiting to regain that identity one day.

Don't be careless about him.

This is someone who almost won.

[Host, don't you go see the villain and give him medicine? 】

Ling Qingxuan didn't open his eyes on the hammock next to the open space, "Mu Lin will give him medicine."

[Although the male protagonist did not directly cause the death of this body, he was always on the same team as the female protagonist, and the host kept him by his side, worried...]

This seat can see what he wants from his eyes, and he really wants to study.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be pestering her again and again.

Mu Lin's luck was like the blessing of God, but when she returned to her side, her spiritual power was advanced.

zz rolls around in anger in the space, ah, seems to go to see the villain.

In the dead of night, one of the doors of Xuanqing Hall opened, Feng Jue was wrapped in bandages, holding the pillar, and walking towards the master bedroom little by little.

There was no light in his eyes, and under the illumination of the moonlight, there was no contamination at all.

The door of the master bedroom was slightly open, and only Mu Lin, who was meditating, was seen with his half-closed eyes.

Feng Jue walked outside the hall and saw Ling Qingxuan lying on the hammock.

She didn't fall asleep, her cold eyes looked at the sky full of stars.

"Master... Elder Ling."

Standing not far from her, Feng Jue asked obediently, "Aren't you going to rest?"

This seat is a person who wants to ascend, what to rest, the tone of the little guy seems a bit strange.

[Host, the villain is seriously injured, don't you care about him? 】

He's not that vulnerable.

Seeing that Ling Qingxuan did not speak, Feng Jue stood quietly beside her, and then the blood seeped out from her body.

Ling Qingxuan smelled the blood and threw the medicine away.

"Elder Ling, the disciple is injured."

so what? Didn't I give you the medicine?

"I can't lift my hand, it's not good to go up."

The soles of the feet rubbed against the gravel, the long black hair poured out in the moonlight, and the crystal flower hairpin reflected gorgeous colors.

Feng Jue's eyes froze, quietly waiting for Ling Qingxuan to give him medicine.

The cold fingertips, the familiar feeling, and the faint smile on Feng Jue's face made Ling Qingxuan look strange.

Did the little guy like to laugh so much before?

"Elder's hand, it's a little cold." Feng Jue took her hand, heaved a sigh of relief, and rubbed it for her.

This seat is a cold body, naturally cold.

Feng Jue moved for a while, and his lowered head made a sound, "Elder, can anyone do these things to you? You will never refuse?"

Hold hands? For so many years, it seems that I have only been held by one person, that person... She doesn't remember much.

Seeing Ling Qingxuan shaking her head slightly, Feng Jue approached her excitedly and pressed her on the hammock.

zz saw that Ling Qingxuan wanted to use his spiritual power, so he hurriedly stopped him, [Host, if you add a few more villains, you will die, calm down! 】

Ling Qingxuan was thinking about how to make him die. The handsome face in front of her was enlarged, something warm and dry was on her lips, and her teeth were lightly knocked. Her first reaction was to look for zz.

zz, what did he kiss me for?

[But, it may be too cold, doesn't the human body have body temperature conduction? 】

Ling Qingxuan carried him aside like a chicken, took off her jacket and draped it over him, and then turned around to leave, but Feng Jue grabbed her wrist.

"Aya Qingxuan, I love you!"

When did the little guy learn to deceive people, his goodwill is not full, how could he like it.

When Ling Qingxuan struggled lightly, Feng Jue was hit by a burst of spiritual power, and he vomited blood instantly.

"Hehe, hehe." He wiped the blood from his lips, smiled intermittently, looked at Ling Qingxuan after a while, and said, "Master, you are mine."

"This seat doesn't belong to anyone."

The blackened villain is really strange, Ling Qingxuan left with a flick of her sleeve, she should go back to sleep.

Seeing that she didn't react at all, Feng Jue was indescribably disappointed.

"It turns out that Junior Brother Feng likes such a woman."

Qi Yuan, wearing a water-red autumn shirt, smiled and looked at the person who was sitting up slowly. She just wanted to come to Mu Lin, but she didn't expect to see a good show.

It's just that I didn't expect that a woman like Ling Qingxuan would be liked. The world is really big, and there are all kinds of surprises. This Feng Jue is afraid that there is something wrong with his brain.

When the secret in his heart was discovered, Feng Jue did not panic at all, his tone was cold, "Xuan Qingfeng does not welcome you, please come back."

"Junior Brother Feng, don't rush me. If you like Elder Ling, Senior Sister can help you."

"No need." Even if he was injured, Feng Jue called out the spirit sword and quickly put it on Qi Yuan's neck.

Seeing his expression was no joke at all, wrapped in a strong murderous aura, Qi Yuan stiffly retreated from the danger zone, "Stubborn."

She had a timid feeling just now, afraid that she would go crazy too.

She didn't come tonight to make trouble. Feng Jue was disturbed. If Ling Qingxuan was disturbed again, Xuan Qingfeng might not be able to get out.

Anyway, there will be opportunities in the future, why bother with Feng Jue now, thinking about this, she turned and left.

The spirit sword was inserted into the soil, and Feng Jue was the only one left outside the hall. He touched his lips and bent the corners of his mouth, no one could separate him from Ling Qingxuan.