Zhenjun Qinghui smiled slowly, as if he had obtained the most precious treasure in the world, and couldn't put it down for the delicate body in front of him.
Finally, Hu Miaomiao couldn't help crying and begged: "Master, please kiss me..."
"As long as you are good and listen to Master, Master will naturally make you happy. But if you are not good, Master will never kiss you again."
At this time, Hu Miaomiao nodded casually, as if he was loved so much. As long as he could be loved by him, how could he say no?
"Master, I will be obedient and I will obey you..."
Zhenjun Qinghui smiled even more happily, and his big palms were sometimes slow and sometimes fast, leaving marks on her snow-white skin, forcing her to make more pleasant sounds.
After hearing her increasingly rapid breathing, Zhenjun Qinghui finally kissed her mouth fiercely, entangled her lips and tongue, and created blazing sparks in the cave.
However, Zhenjun Qinghui kissed her deeply over and over again, and even Hu Miaomiao's flower bones were bitten and swollen, but he still did not carry her to the bed.
If you look closely, you can easily find that the veins on Zhenjun Qinghui's back are bulging out and his strong back is tight.
Suddenly, the black mist in his eyes floated out and turned into substance in the cave.
This scene was extremely scary, but Zhenjun Qinghui acted as if nothing had happened and acted extremely calm. He cut the black mist into two pieces with just one sword.
Soon, the black mist that disappeared unexpectedly appeared again, and let out a ferocious laugh.
Zhenjun Qinghui looked pale and destroyed the black mist with another sword.
But the next moment, the black mist appeared again!
Zhenjun Qinghui's swordsmanship is so amazing, none of the powerful monks who are also Nascent Soul can avoid his sharp edge, but this black mist can't kill him, and comes out to provoke him again and again.
Gradually, Zhenjun Qinghui frowned, his expression extremely unhappy.
You know, he has always been aloof and indifferent, and now he has reached the edge of patience.
The black mist seemed to sense something and no longer floated in the cave, but directly transformed into a human form.
However, the black mist turned into a human form and looked exactly like Zhenjun Qinghui!
If one had to find a difference, it would be that Lord Qinghui wore a white Taoist robe, while the Black Mist man wore a black Taoist robe, as if they were two extremes, one good and one evil.
Zhenjun Qinghui asked with a cold face, "What are you doing out here?"
"Don't be so angry. I am your inner demon after all. We are one."
Before he finished speaking, he was hacked to death by Zhenjun Qinghui's sword again. It seemed that someone had touched Zhenjun Qinghui's taboo.
The next second, the black mist appeared out of thin air again, quietly turning into a human form, smiling with an evil look on his face, "Don't waste your efforts, you can't kill me, the worst is if I don't claim to be your inner demon."
No one could have imagined that Zhenjun Qinghui, as the leader of the righteous path, would breed inner demons at some point, and it would become uncontrollable.
He is the number one person in Central Continent and the strongest swordsman in the world. If he accidentally falls into the devil's path, it will be a thousand times more terrifying than any monk's fall into the devil.
The inner demon looked at the pair of master and disciple, shook his head and said: "Qinghui, you are really a hypocrite. Since you have taken off your disciple's clothes, kissed her, and touched her all over, you are still trying not to open her pussy?"
"Look at your poor disciple, who has been tortured so much by her flattery and is begging you for her body. Can you really bear it?"
"Could it be that you want to wait until her cultivation level is high before you can suck her dry all at once?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, after all, I am the Taoist companion you recognized, and you have played with me all over your body. You can't be so cruel, right?"
"Shut up! It's not your turn to dictate my affairs!" Zhenjun Qinghui looked at him coldly, his red eyes even scarier than those of his inner demon.
"Ouch, I'm so scared." The inner demon patted his chest, but his expression showed no trace of fear, "Qinghui, you are me, I am you, don't I know what you are thinking?"
This inner demon has become a climate, and even Zhenjun Qinghui cannot kill him, which shows how powerful he is.
At this time, the demon in his heart sounded like he was thinking about True Lord Qinghui, and quietly beguiled people, "Qinghui, you are a famous sword master, a powerful Nascent Soul that no one dares to offend. Who do you want to fight with?" It’s okay to become a Taoist couple.”
"Let alone a mere disciple, as long as you hook your fingers, no female cultivator in the world can refuse you."
"If anyone dares to have an objection, I'll kill him with one sword. If you can't do it, I'll kill them all for you."
The inner demon always wanted to kill people, but instead of scolding him, Zhenjun Qinghui fell into deep thought, as if he was really moved by the inner demon.
"Qinghui, look at your disciple's body. If you don't unbutton her, naturally another man will take her. Are you really willing?"
"In my opinion, your proud disciple likes her quite a lot. If the two of them are together day and night again in the future, if they develop feelings for each other, it will be too late for you to regret it."
Hearing this, Zhenjun Qinghui's expression suddenly changed. Apparently he was also very concerned about the relationship between Xue Qingcang and Hu Miaomiao.
"They won't have feelings for each other. Miaomiao has fallen under my love spell. She only loves me in this life."
Having said that, Zhenjun Qinghui's eyes still fell on Hu Miaomiao's body. Only he can see such a beautiful body, and only he can own it!
"Miaomiao, my Miaomiao..."
Zhenjun Qinghui murmured her name over and over again, looking like he was extremely in love with her, and there was no room for the second person in his eyes.
If it was said that Hu Miaomiao fell in love because of the love poison, then Zhenjun Qinghui fell in love with her the first time he saw her.
Such surging and uncontrollable love changed Zhenjun Qinghui into a different person.
As early as more than a hundred years ago, when he switched to the Wuqing Dao, cracks appeared in his Dao heart. The inner demons invaded his Dao heart silently, so his cultivation also stagnated.
Now, when Qinghui Zhenjun is obsessed with love, his inner demons are getting nourishment, and his growth is out of control.
He originally thought that he could temporarily suppress his inner demons by seclusion for a month, but it was of no use.
During more than a month of seclusion, Zhenjun Qinghui thought about Hu Miaomiao all the time. Not only did he want to see her, but he also wanted to go through the clouds and rains with her, and be sentimental with her over and over again.
The inner demon was killed again and again, but came back again and again. As long as Zhenjun Qinghui could not break through the confusion, he was destined to fail.
However, how could he break through the confusion? Is it possible that he wanted to kill Hu Miaomiao?
It's impossible. Even if Zhenjun Qinghui becomes a demon, he will never give up on Hu Miaomiao, let alone hand her over to anyone, not even his proud disciple!
At this moment, Zhenjun Qinghui seemed to have made up his mind, his eyes were extremely aggressive, and his smile was just like the inner demon.
"Miaomiao, I want to love you fiercely!"
