The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Back in the space, Ling Qingxuan immediately reached out to the edge of the white fog.

no.

Nothing was touched.

She put away the half crescent moon jade pendant that the teacher and apprentice gave her, grabbed zz who was still sleeping, and shook it, "How much energy is there?"

zz's snoring snot bubble burst, and he was horrified to find himself being held upside down.

"Kill the pig!"

Aya Qingxuan released it and asked again.

zz looked at the pig's trotter with sincere eyes, "Host, it's still a lot worse."

It looked aggrieved, and Ling Qingxuan wanted to dissect it with a knife.

zz rubbed against Ling Qingxuan's feet, "Host, do you want to rest or go to the next plane?"

Frost suddenly appeared in the cold eyes, and Ling Qingxuan looked down at it, "zz, if one day you are found to have deceived this seat, this seat will turn you to ashes."

She is an immortal cultivator who is above mortals.

Just a glance, it is like a biting winter.

zz's small body almost turned into a sieve, it shook his head repeatedly, "Please also ask the host to believe in zz."

It's because I still trust it now, so I didn't do it.

Looking at the white fog, Ling Qingxuan felt inexplicably irritated.

"Open the plane."

"Yes, host."

After Ling Qingxuan left, zz woke up. The host even got the jade pendant in the game. How many years did she keep it?

...

The cold wind rustled and ruffled the hair.

There is a strange fragrance in the air, and there seems to be a low male voice in the ear.

Ling Qingxuan opened her eyes and faced a door carved out of brown wood. The unbearable voice came from inside.

"Holy maiden, Yun Que proposes a pillow seat, there must be some conspiracy, why don't you find someone else to test it?"

The woman's voice was fast and cautious, Ling Qingxuan looked sideways, the woman in black had a serious face, looking around twenty.

Ling Qingxuan looked at the clothes on her body, the big red hem, she was getting married again?

[Host, your image is that of a wave in a red-clothed wave all day long. 】

Was the original owner panicking?

Still waves.

Be happy when you die.

"Holy maiden?" the woman in black asked, "That Yunque..."

Ling Qingxuan said coldly, "Why, do you want to try it?"

Viciousness flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed woman, and she immediately lowered her head, "Saint, Shaoyan didn't mean that, the Yun clan was destroyed, he wanted to cling to our demon sect, we can't easily fall for it."

Aya Qingxuan didn't let go of her micro expression.

Waving her hand, Ling Qingxuan said, "Retreat."

Shaoyan bit her red lips and saluted and left.

There was silence outside the door, and the unbearable voice of the man inside the door gradually increased, and there was a collision.

Aya Qingxuan turned and sat on the steps, thinking about life.

Saintess?

Recommend a pillow seat?

Who is Yunque?

[Host, how cold it is outside, go back to your room and lie down. 】

Where is this room?

【Behind you. 】

No return.

There was a man tossing and turning on her bed, what did she sleep in, a man?

[Cough, it's not impossible. 】

Ling Qingxuan just looked at Shao Yan's face, and at first glance, it was an unfaithful person, and she also had a tendency to turn against customers.

She didn't let the original owner go in and contact the man, so this seat just went in.

Ling Qingxuan stood up and patted the ashes on her body, then turned around and pushed open the door.

The strange smell became bigger, and there was an aphrodisiac in it. The man was half sitting on the bed, his clothes were completely faded, and his eyes were like silk.

[Hidden mission: Purify the blackening value of the villain Yunque and obtain the favorability of the villain Yunque. 】

[System Warning: The current blackening value of the villain Yunque is 100! 】

Ling Qingxuan closed the door again with a cold face.

【Host! What do you do when you close the door, the villain is waiting for you in bed. 】

His blackening is worth 100, and he can't be saved. This seat finds a sword to make him sober.

[...] You are going to send him to see the King of Hell.

Ling Qingxuan touched the door frame with a serious face.

That castrated him?

[...] zz felt a chill in his lower body.

Self-recommended pillow seats, it was he who used medicine for himself and delivered it to the original owner's mouth.

The little guy is floating, and he still plays this.

[Do you want to play the host? 】

Ling Qingxuan reopened the door, closed it, and quickly ran to the bed.

The man was only seventeen years old, as clean as the white snow in the spring, the skin on his body was slightly pink, his head was leaning against the bed, and his handsome face was unforgettable.

Especially the pair of winking eyes, which will sink deep in just one glance, and the smile on his lips is captivating.

【Evil, ah, evil! 】zz covered his pig nose, feeling that he couldn't stand this beauty crit.

"Ling Qing'er, didn't you tell Wulin to get me? Now that I'm coming to your door, you don't dare to ask for it?"

The young man's voice was hoarse and wispy, and only one sentence could make people feel so deep.

"dare."

Ling Qingxuan grabbed his hands and pressed them on the bed.

This sudden reaction made the young man stunned for a moment, but for a moment, the charming and dangerous smile reappeared on his face.

"I want an edict on the division of the Demon Sect."

The atmosphere in the room was getting stronger and stronger, and Ling Qingxuan frowned as she looked at the little guy who had turned 100% black.

It looks so lovely on the outside, but it's black when cut open.

But what is the edict of the division of the magic sect, zz blocked herself, she hadn't had time to accept the plot.

"Why, you don't want to?" The boy raised his head slightly, approached her, and held her small round earlobe.

A numb feeling rushed to her body, Ling Qingxuan turned away with a cold face, suddenly released his hands, and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him.

The woman's face was indifferent, the young man kept exuding enthusiasm, his eyes were hazy, and the whole person came over like a stove.

"Qing'er."

His voice is so good, people can't help but be trapped around and keep ringing their ears.

Ling Qingxuan stood still and asked, "Am I the first woman you recommend for a pillow seat?"

The young man was startled again, and stretched out his arms around her, "Are you jealous before you even started? Of course you were the first one I looked for."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man was pushed onto the bed, his naked body like a budding flower, which made one couldn't help but reclaim it.

Ling Qingxuan covered him, and her icy fingertips slid across his body, causing a shudder.

"Qing'er, I can't take it anymore."

It's been a long time since the teenager took medicine, he stretched out his arms around the woman's waist and helped her untie the restraint.

Ling Qingxuan lowered her eyes, still untying the straps layer by layer with his hands, and met with sincerity.

The fragrance filled the air, and the water in the boy's eyes was sparkling, and he firmly remembered the woman's expression.

Cold, cold.

Unable to warm.

In the martial arts, the demon girl who everyone gets and kills doesn't seem to be the same as in the rumors.

But in order to get what he wants, the teenager is willing to give up unnecessary things.

Everyone gets what they want, as long as he can get revenge.

Hatred completely wraps the whole heart.

His breath gradually became confused, and his consciousness slowly sank. He couldn't tell whether it was the effect of the drug or an instinctive reaction.

"Qing'er." He called the name lightly.

As if it was never erased from the heart.