No way!

Yechen, who sensed that something was wrong, immediately tried to break free, his cultivation, the reason why he improved so quickly in this life, was also because of that forbidden technique.

Good and evil complement each other, saying that it is the right path, but in fact, even if he starts all over again in this life, he still has not become a true righteous monk.

He used the forbidden arts.

In the cultivation realm, the demonic qi and spiritual power are double cultivated, so his talent is perverted, so his strength rises at an astonishing rate.

Originally, everything was fine.

But what he never expected was that the red mist brought by Mo Qinghuan would directly break this balance in his body, hook the evil thoughts and killing in the deepest part of his heart, and force him to fall into demons and sink into killing.

This is not Mo Qinghuan at all!

Mo Qinghuan doesn't have this ability!

The master in front of him, although he still has the same face, dressed in a white robe, and his eyebrows and eyes are cold, but at this moment, he feels more like a demon than him, a person who has been a demon all his life in his previous life.

It's hard to tell the difference.

"Master, the disciple knows his mistakes." He immediately changed his story and confessed his mistake.

But the hand that was pinching his neck did not immediately relax, but continued to pinch, even spraying his breath on the side of his face, and asked in a low voice: "Wrong?" Where? ”

"Disciple, you shouldn't question the teachings of the Master! In the future, whatever the master says will be whatever he says, and the disciples will absolutely obey! He said.

The words fell halfway, and the hand holding his neck still did not relax at all.

It doesn't seem to be satisfied.

Yechen lowered his eyes, and could only see the slender and white wrist holding his neck, and he was weak when he looked at it.

Such a hand is obviously the softness that only women can have.

Why didn't he find out about Mo Qinghuan's identity before?

He closed his eyes and took another deep breath.

He could even clearly feel the red mist around him quietly burrowing into his body.

Can't wait, like a wolf.

I can't swallow him directly.

At first, he struggled to keep his sanity awake.

But later, gradually, he didn't know what he was holding on......

"Senior brother, do you still want to bully?"

"No!" He just sneered and shook his head, his eyes were cold, "This seat wants him to die!" Thousands of corpses! ”

“……”

When the voice fell, the person who seemed to be asking was also startled by this answer, and was silent for a long time, but did not say anything more.

He waited and waited, and gradually became a little unable to stay.

The murderous thoughts in his heart and the urge to ruin everything in front of him made it difficult to see him standing.

At this moment, he had long forgotten the hand around his neck that was holding his lifeline.

All he knows is that he hates, hates everything in this world, everyone!

He can't forget that in his previous life, he was happy and excited to apprentice to his master, and he practiced sleeplessly day and night, and finally had the opportunity to follow the master down the mountain, and for the first time in his life, he had money in his pocket, and he wanted to buy anything good when he saw it to his senior brother and master.

Because from now on, they will be his relatives!

will depend on him for his life.

But when he really picked out all the snacks and knick-knacks, and carefully held the things up to the gentleman's hall, he only got a disgusted look and a punishment of kneeling for three days and three nights.

The reason is that he is playful and unusable.

So he began to cultivate desperately, never thinking about anything else.

But later, when his cultivation and talent really surpassed his senior brother......

With a sneer, the dark red at the bottom of his eyes deepened.

What's the fun in such a filthy world? It's better to ruin it all!

He roared impatiently, and began to try to kill the person who was holding him, but his whole body was pushed violently, his back was volleyed, and with a pop, cold water poured him all over his body.

"Who!" Yechen raised his eyes, and his pupils were dark red to Mu Huan.

But for a moment, he looked away as if he hadn't seen anything.

Mu Huan pursed her lips, squatted down by the Lingquan Pool with her hands on her sleeves, and supported her chin with one hand, her eyes looked curiously at the little apprentice who had soaked in the Lingquan Pool, but still couldn't wake up.

After a pause, he asked, "What about the master?" ”