In the cave, Zhenjun Qinghui picked up Hu Miaomiao and walked to the bed step by step.
At this moment, someone came outside the cave!
"Master, I want to see you." The person who came was none other than Xue Qingcang.
The inner demon smiled with a teasing look on his face and said, "How about I go kill him for you?"
Zhenjun Qinghui looked at him coldly, killed the demon in his heart with another sword, and strictly prohibited him from coming out at will again.
After placing Hu Miaomiao on the bed, Zhenjun Qinghui put on his clothes, sat on the futon again, and opened the cave's restrictions.
At this time, Xue Qingcang was a little anxious waiting outside. He didn't know what happened to Hu Miaomiao and why the master didn't see him for so long. He just felt that every minute and second was so difficult.
Suddenly, the ban was opened.
Xue Qingcang was overjoyed and walked in immediately, saying respectfully: "I have met the master!"
He kept his head lowered, but his eyes swept across the cave intentionally or unintentionally. Because he didn't see Hu Miaomiao, he couldn't help but feel a little strange.
Shouldn't she be here if she isn't here?
Xue Qingcang had been here several times, but this time he felt inexplicably that the cave was a little hot. There was a familiar fragrance and a hint of sticky air floating in the air.
Just by smelling it, Xue Qingcang felt his energy and blood surge, giving birth to some secret desire.
Amidst the lightning and flint, Xue Qingcang remembered that this fragrance was exactly what Hu Miaomiao exuded when she was in love!
Could it be that after she was brought back by her master, her furnace constitution relapsed?
What if she really falls in love and Master is the only one here?
What will happen to the master? Will he suppress her charm? still……
Xue Qingcang's pupils dilated, and he suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore, nor did he dare to show anything in his expression.
However, Zhenjun Qinghui noticed his abnormality and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Xue Qingcang calmed down and asked respectfully: "Master, where has Hu Miaomiao gone? How is her illness?"
"It's nothing serious, I was just too tired and fell asleep in there."
Hearing this, Xue Qingcang breathed a sigh of relief and looked inside. He did not see Hu Miaomiao, but vaguely saw a small bag that had fallen to the ground.
For an instant, Xue Qingcang was stunned.
If he remembered correctly, that piece of clothing was Hu Miaomiao's underwear. Why was it taken off and when was it taken off?
Xue Qingcang looked away and felt that his master was very different from usual. Although he was neatly dressed, his hair was a bit messy and there were faint red marks on his neck, as if they were bitten...
As soon as this guess came out, Xue Qingcang's heart was in a state of confusion and he lost his usual calmness. "Since junior sister is fine, let me take her out so as not to disturb the master's retreat."
Zhenjun Qinghui said calmly: "I won't disturb you."
Xue Qingcang didn't change his expression and said in another way: "Master, her cultivation level is still too low. I will take her back and teach her strictly."
"No need, I will teach her myself in the future."
After hearing this, Xue Qingcang clearly understood what his master meant, no matter how stupid he was or how unwilling to believe it.
Because of this, he felt even more uncomfortable. He knew that he was the redundant one, but how easy was it to give up?
Seeing that Zhenjun Qinghui didn't speak, he thought he was dissatisfied and said, "I'll teach both of you together."
"Thank you Master!"
His heart was in a mess, and when he was about to go out, he was stopped by Zhenjun Qinghui again.
So, Xue Qingcang stood up and listened to his master's instructions.
"Miaomiao is still young and innocent. As a senior brother, don't bully her."
Xue Qingcang paused, as if his master had read his thoughts, and shame and uneasiness intertwined in his heart.
However, Zhenjun Qinghui seemed oblivious and reminded: "No matter what, Miaomiao is your future master wife. Even if you don't like her, don't make it difficult for her. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Master!"
For some reason, Xue Qingcang suddenly felt very stuffy. Even after leaving the cave, he still felt a little out of breath.
He turned around, glanced at the closed cave, and left without looking back.
After Xue Qingcang left, Zhenjun Qinghui walked into the inner room, sat beside the bed, and looked at Hu Miaomiao's sleeping face quietly.
"Are you asleep?"
He was begging for her just now, but now he fell asleep.
In front of her, she opened her mouth slightly and purred softly. The blush on her smooth little face had not dissipated, and her collarbone was covered with ambiguous red marks.
Because it was too hot, she threw the thin quilt aside, revealing a beautiful body, trembling slightly under her palms, and vaguely exuding an alluring fragrance.
Such a unique and charming fragrance instinctively teased the self-control of Zhenjun Qinghui, tempting him to sink into the sea of desire together.
Obviously, Zhenjun Qinghui was not a person who would embarrass himself. His strength was neither light nor heavy, and he stroked her delicate skin back and forth, bringing her unprecedented stimulation.
Even at that spot, he looked and touched, and if she hadn't cried out pain in her sleep, she would have been able to hold a knuckle in her mouth.
Zhenjun Qinghui curled his lips and smiled, letting himself lose himself in the sea of desire, even if the cracks in his Taoist heart became more and more serious.
He knew exactly what he was doing. When he fed Hu Miaomiao the love poison, he was destined to be entangled with her endlessly.
"Does Qingcang like you?" Zhenjun Qinghui held her in his arms and rubbed her softness, with a hint of jealousy in his tone, "Maybe you like him too?"
Zhenjun Qinghui's strength was too great, as if he was punishing her, just to make her suffer.
Hu Miaomiao shook her head randomly and let out a low sob: "No, it hurts..."
She was crying and panting, crystal tears oozing out of the corners of her eyes, and she was crying so pitifully in her sleep.
Zhenjun Qinghui sighed, but he still couldn't bear to part with her. He gently kissed away the tears on the corners of her eyes, and then slowly penetrated into her bright red mouth, entwining his lips and tongue with hers.
"Woo..."
Hu Miaomiao was twisting and turning in pain, as if she was entangled by a giant python that was slowly swallowing her.
"don't want……"
Her eyes were still closed, her cheeks were red and hot again, her body was trembling slightly, and she could no longer muster any strength, so she could only rise and fall in the tide of love with the man's entanglement.
However, under the training of Zhenjun Qinghui, her physique became completely different from before. It was like a budding flower that bloomed with gorgeous stamens at the slightest touch.
By then, you can no longer control whether this delicate flower will be picked by others or bloom more beautifully.
