Although the master is very powerful, this is the first time Xue Qingcang has seen him take action. He just snorted and let a Nascent Soul Master be defeated.
The master was terrifyingly strong, like a towering mountain, which invisibly put a lot of pressure on Xue Qingcang.
"Qingcang, what are you thinking about?" Zhenjun Qinghui turned back slightly and called him to go back with him.
Xue Qingcang gathered his thoughts, stepped on the flying sword, and followed him to Piaomiao Peak.
The breeze blew through his clothes, but Xue Qingcang's eyes kept falling on the back of Zhenjun Qinghui, and the smile completely disappeared from his face.
Not long after, the three of them returned to Piaomiao Peak.
Zhenjun Qinghui gave him a lot of pills and left with Hu Miaomiao in his arms.
"Master!"
Suddenly, Xue Qingcang shouted.
Zhenjun Qinghui turned around and asked lightly: "Is there anything else?"
Xue Qingcang lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, as if he didn't want others to see what he was thinking, "Will junior sister be okay?"
He knew he shouldn't ask, but Xue Qingcang's heart was always hanging. If he didn't ask clearly, he would toss and turn.
Zhenjun Qinghui looked at Hu Miaomiao and smiled slightly, "It's just a small matter. I will protect her from worries as a teacher."
Xue Qingcang hesitated to speak, and finally said only one word: "Okay..."
However, until the master carried Hu Miaomiao into the cave, Xue Qingcang stood there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.
It was inexplicably cold in the cave.
Hu Miaomiao took a big breath of spiritual energy and felt much better, but her consciousness was still in a trance.
"Master?"
She opened her eyes leisurely, and when she saw the person in front of her, she smiled a little confused.
"Master, are you here to save me?"
Hu Miaomiao suddenly felt aggrieved, and her eyes were filled with tears.
Zhenjun Qinghui looked at her deeply, with a fond smile on his face, "Didn't I tell you before, you don't need to call me Master."
"If you don't call me Master, then why call me?" Hu Miaomiao said very quietly, but Zhenjun Qinghui still heard him.
"Don't you know what to call me yet?"
Hearing what she said, Hu Miaomiao became even more confused. Should she be clear?
If you don’t call him Master, how can you call him True Lord? But in this case, he is no longer his disciple, right?
Hu Miaomiao was confused and thought that True Lord Qinghui was unwilling to accept her as his disciple. She immediately panicked and begged: "Master, please don't abandon me..."
A line of clear tears wet her face, making her already beautiful eyebrows as clear and moving as if washed by rain, a little sad and a little charming.
Zhenjun Qinghui paused slightly, his eyes inexplicably darkened. He clearly saw Hu Miaomiao crying, but he hesitated to wipe away her tears, as if he wanted her to cry harder.
The look in his eyes was so unfamiliar that even though Hu Miaomiao was not awake yet, she still felt vaguely scared.
"Master..."
Her voice was so delicate and soft that it made people's bones go numb.
"You're tired, take a nap."
Zhenjun Qinghui showed rare gentleness, and his generous big hands gently caressed her smooth face.
Suddenly, he blew lightly.
"Um……"
Hu Miaomiao's eyesight went dark and he fell into a coma completely. His soft body leaned against Zhenjun Qinghui's arms defenselessly.
Zhenjun Qinghui was very nostalgic for the touch of his fingertips and was still rubbing Hu Miaomiao's little face back and forth.
Gradually, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, and his warm fingertips slowly went down and came to Hu Miaomiao's slender neck.
With such a weak neck, just a pinch could kill her.
Of course, it was too late for True Lord Qinghui to love her, so how could he be willing to hurt her?
"Miaomiao, you are so good today."
Zhenjun Qinghui smiled slightly, feeling a little proud of himself, which was very different from his usual coldness.
Slowly, before his fingertips went down, he tore off Hu Miaomiao's clothes, and as if patrolling the territory, he took off her clothes one by one.
"It's so cold..."
Hu Miaomiao closed her eyes tightly, shivering slightly from the cold because she only had a small bag left on her body.
Zhenjun Qinghui looked at her whole body, a strange evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, you won't be cold soon."
While he was talking, his big palms had already reached under the small pocket, and he was kneading her gently. He looked at Hu Miaomiao's expression from time to time, as if he wanted to make her more intoxicated and make a more impatient sound.
"Oh... don't..."
Hu Miaomiao trembled slightly and instinctively refused.
However, her refusal angered Zhenjun Qinghui. He suddenly strengthened his hand and asked with a half-smile: "Why not? Don't you like it too?"
"Or are you saying that you don't want to be touched by me, but you actually want to be touched by someone else?"
Thinking of this, Zhenjun Qinghui's eyes became darker, and he suddenly tore off her little pocket, letting her body appear in front of him without reservation.
"Master, Master..."
At this time, Hu Miaomiao was clearly unconscious, but she was still calling out to True Lord Qinghui cowardly. How could he endure it?
True Lord Qinghui's eyes turned red, and he said hoarsely: "Miaomiao, be good, I will take pity on you and won't let you hurt."
However, Hu Miaomiao didn't know if she heard what he said. She just felt extremely uncomfortable. She let out a low whimper and bit her delicate lips.
A terrifying heat swept over her, even stronger than the last time, almost torturing her crazy.
Hu Miaomiao shook her head carelessly, her soft hair scattered on her shoulders, making her skin as white as snow. Her beautiful little face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and she faintly exuded a faint fragrance, exuding a charm from her bones. .
However, she was so shy, and her whole body was dyed with a light crimson color. She was as delicate and beautiful as a peach blossom, and people couldn't help but caress her carefully.
But when someone touches her, she can't help but tremble, like a delicate daffodil, letting people do whatever they want and leaving traces on her body.
Perhaps unable to withstand the stimulation, her beautiful little face was covered with tears, and when she sobbed softly, her voice was extremely annoying.
In front of Hu Miaomiao, a budding flower reveals rare innocence from the inside out, and is as charming as a spirit, so beautiful that it is both pure and lustful.
Qinghui Zhenjun looked at her deeply, his breathing gradually became heavier, and his five fingers quietly exerted force, as if he wanted to control all her emotions, and he did not allow her to have any of her emotions that belonged to her, and he did not allow her to focus on others. On the body.
That day, when he saw Hu Miaomiao for the first time, cracks appeared in Wu Qingdao's heart.
It's funny to say that the self-control he is proud of cannot match this woman's charming smile, but he is willing to indulge in it.
