The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

"You..." The huge pain hit, and the young man was about to faint.

"To shut up."

Ling Qingxuan tapped the big acupoints on his body with his fingertips, and every time he exerted force, he input internal force and spiritual energy.

Even though the original owner's body was cultivating magic arts, his internal strength was still pure.

Yun Que has no martial arts, and only by re-repairing the meridians can it be restored.

Realizing that the people behind him were helping him, Yun Que bit his lip and endured waves of pain.

For half a column of incense, the young man's white skin was covered with beads of sweat, and as Ling Qingxuan let go, he fell backwards.

Breathing heavily, his eyes were shrouded in water mist, his fair cheeks were pinched, his eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at the girl with a cold face.

"Qing'er."

Take what you need, just use it.

They only have such a relationship.

Aya Qingxuan left the bed and returned to her room.

She quickly lay down on the bed and closed her eyes to rest.

[Host, why are you like being sucked in your essence. 】What's the matter with the sudden slump.

The little guy practiced Yun's kendo, and absorbed the magic skills of this seat.

[...] Is it so exciting, really sucked.

Rest is great.

Aya Qingxuan closed his eyes.

On the other side, Yun Que looked at the half-open door, and the cold wind blew, making him much awake.

He didn't know why she suddenly went back, but his previous abilities gradually came up.

Closing the door, he closed his eyes on the bed and ran his inner strength, feeling the strength gradually coming back.

...

In the early morning, Aya Qingxuan felt a little itchy on her face, as if her hair was brushing against her face.

The clothes on her body were also being slowly lifted, she opened her eyes suddenly, the man covering her body froze for a moment, and soon returned to normal.

"morning."

The warm aura of the young man enveloped her, her lips curved slightly, "Do you want to do it?"

Ling Qingxuan stretched out his feet and kicked him to the ground.

Crazy, in heat early in the morning.

Covering her head with the quilt, Aya Qingxuan continued to sleep.

The boy's buttocks hurt and he groaned. He climbed onto the bed, and was now lying beside Aya Qingxuan.

"Qing'er, you took back the secret book yesterday and haven't given it to me yet."

It turned out to be a secret recipe, say it earlier, what to do when arguing about her sleeping.

Ling Qingxuan threw out a few cheat books from the quilt, and then threw out a sword.

Yun Que looked slightly stunned, suspecting that she was a magical quilt.

Can something as dangerous as a sword be placed in it?

He accepted it, and said softly, "I'm practicing swordsmanship outside, call me for something."

Aya Qingxuan shrank into a ball.

Go go go go! This seat is going to sleep!

It takes an adaptation stage to adjust from a modern routine to an ancient routine.

Yun Que looked at the bulging quilt, smiled unexpectedly, and realized that he had relaxed his vigilance, immediately straightened his body, and went out with his sword.

The young man has been accompanied by swords since he was a child, and he has won the swordsmanship, and his skills have returned. After he made a few basic moves, he quickly entered the state.

The pace changed, his sleeves waved in the wind, and he just swung his sword with all his strength, and the big tree that Ling Qingxuan had stopped at the top of the tree yesterday fell down in response.

The boy's chest was heaving, his breathing was short, his eyes were wiping the sword coldly, with a smile at the end of his eyes.

In a few days, he will be able to regain half of his former power.

His fingers paused slightly, and he looked at the room.

All this is thanks to that witch.

"Yunque." The woman's voice was soft, walking from the other side.

Yun Que raised her eyes and frowned, the woman in black, Shaoyan, the powerful subordinate of Ling Qinger, the demon woman of the demon sect.

The young man stands from Lingfeng, his hair is flying, and his frown and smile are alluring.

Shaoyan was inexplicably nervous. Before the night was too dark, I didn't look carefully, but now I accidentally discovered that Yunque was as beautiful as ever.

If the Holy Maiden hadn't come back earlier that night, she would have been the one who entered the room.

So stunning, in bed...

"Don't look at me with your disgusting eyes."

The young man's voice was lazy, but with an irresistible alienation and arrogance, he raised his sword and pointed at Shaoyan.

The half-squinted eyes are deeply sinking.

Shaoyan is Ling Qing'er's capable subordinate. There are very few people in the demon sect who dare to provoke her, and even people in the rivers and lakes have to fear her as much as they fear Ling Qinger.

But this man actually said such a thing.

The charm in her heart dissipated, and Shaoyan threw off the whip around her waist and slashed towards him, "Looking for death!"

A mere man who offered himself a pillow seat has no qualifications to humiliate her.

With the barbs on the whip and red and black blood on it, Yun Que dodged the first blow.

Compared to before, his speed has decreased, but it does not hinder the confrontation with Shaoyan.

"The end of the crossbow." Shaoyan sneered, taking advantage of his faltering body, and threw the whip forcefully.

At a critical moment, when the whip was about to injure Yun Que, the spirit sword in Yun Que's hand slammed, exuding sword energy, and bounced off the whip.

The blood-red barb swung towards Shaoyan's cheek, and it was too late for her to scream and cover her face.

"what--!"

"my face!"

The spirit sword circled in the air a few times, and it flew towards the door that was opened at an unknown time, as if it had spirituality.

Holding the sword, Ling Qingxuan sat on the bed halfway, looking impatient.

Noisy, noisy.

Don't let this seat sleep, this seat will kill you!

The hostility that the woman in red carried made Shaoyan kneel on the ground, daring not to say a word.

"Qing'er." After returning to her senses, Yun Que came to her side like a magpie, staring at the spirit sword with high spirits.

She has reached the point of controlling the sword!

Ling Qingxuan played with the sword, ignoring Yun Que. She looked at Shao Yan, who was trembling with her face covered on the ground, and said coldly, "What are you guys doing just now."

Shaoyan gritted her teeth, the blood that should have excited her was now pungent and nauseating.

"Holy daughter! Shaoyan is your subordinate anyway, but Yun Que is actually humiliating. Shaoyan wants to help you teach him a lesson. I hope the saint will learn from him!"

In the past, when she spoke in front of the saintess, the saints would trust her and stand by her.

Just a man, how could the Holy Maiden be hostile to her capable subordinate?

Ling Qingxuan snorted and looked at Yunque.

The young man didn't explain, and looked at her with a small smile.

Very good, the little guy really used himself to the extreme.

Ling Qingxuan put her spirit sword back into his hand, and said coldly to Shao Yan, "Remember, he is my person, on an equal footing with me, and also your master."

"If you don't listen to the words of the master, and make rash comments about the master, Shaoyan, you should be punished better than anyone else."

Thinking of the terrifying punishment, the woman in black put down her hands trembling, and half of her face was scratched by her own whip, turning a lot of red.

She touched her forehead and gritted her teeth, "Saint, Shaoyan knows, there will be no next time."

Aya Qingxuan resisted yawning and waved her to step back.

The yard returned to calm, and the boy hugged her slender waist.

"your people?"

He leaned closer and stared at her, his tone ambiguous.

Ling Qingxuan looked indifferent, "I can't even beat her, so I'm not allowed to go to bed early today."

Yunque:  …

He came from the recommended pillow seat, not trained by her.

The boy suddenly couldn't understand her.