The whole world thought I was dead!

Chapter 34

Ren Changkong frowned slightly as he thought of the masked woman in silk sitting in the sedan chair.

Feng Jiu was still filled with righteous indignation, and his eyes were full of anger: "That woman used the name of Hehuan Sect to secretly attract casual cultivators, and then coaxed them to practice with the cultivators who came to seek pleasure. Everyone was tied with a red rope by her, Your family and your life depend on this, so how can anyone not obey?"

"However, I think those male and female monks don't take it seriously, but take pleasure in it." Hua Huaijun said suddenly at this moment, his voice was cold, and there was indifference through the mask.

Feng Jiu thought of those male and female monks who were willing to degenerate, and couldn't help but blush: "There are indeed some people who are not determined to be seduced by her, and they are willing to indulge in this."

Hua Huaijun sneered, with a touch of sarcasm.

Ren Changkong frowned even tighter, "You mean they did it voluntarily?"

Looking at the savior in front of him, Feng Jiu became inexplicably nervous. He felt as if he was facing the elders in the sect, and his words were slightly cautious: "They have stayed here for too long, and they are already used to this kind of life. , I spent a lot of talking and talking but failed to get them back on the right track, but instead let Fairy Lingbo deepen the confinement."

Ren Changkong looked at this extravagant and gorgeous, carved railings and painted buildings, jade and gold piles of pink and gentle countryside, and fell silent.

If one can obtain spiritual power without a little effort, and the speed of advancement is stable, who would like to fight against the wind and rain, fight with evil beasts, and fight with the heavens to gain upward power.But the flowers in the greenhouse don't understand how powerful the weeds are outside, or they understand but are reluctant to part with this gentle and warm hometown.

Looking at the pavilions made of gold and jade, he suddenly felt powerless. This is a gentle town that kills people.

Feng Jiu looked at the red rope that had lost its restraint, and asked softly: "Your Excellency, can you save another person? That person is also imprisoned here like me, and is not allowed to leave."

Ren Changkong nodded, looked at the sky outside the window, thought for a while and said, "You can just bring people here tomorrow morning."

Feng Jiu understood the unfinished words, and stepped forward hesitantly: "Your Excellency, I, I can't leave this room until tomorrow morning, there are people watching outside the door."

"Why, do you still want to stay here?"

Feng Jiu raised his eyes to look at the man wearing a ghost mask who had been targeting him vaguely, and then glanced at the silent savior, finally gritted his teeth and walked away.

Ren Changkong looked at Hua Huaijun, pulled him to sit on the soft couch, and said softly, "What's wrong?" He felt that his little apprentice was not in a good mood.

Hua Huaijun looked at the master, his face was covered by the mask of the evil ghost, and he couldn't see his expression.Ren Changkong could only feel that the hand holding his wrist was getting stronger and tighter, and he couldn't break free.He wanted to take away Hua Huaijun's mask with his other hand, but he didn't see the little apprentice. Ren Changkong felt inexplicably uneasy, but he avoided him.

Hua Huaijun leaned forward, and Ren Changkong smelled a little wine, mixed with a strong warm fragrance, which was strangely pleasant and intoxicating.

The faint smoke from the gilded copper stove on the low table next to the screen unknowingly condenses into substance, floating among the golden houses.Outside the house, the silk and bamboo are melodious, the music and music are melodious, and the secret words between men and women are tinged with ambiguity.

There was a slight coolness coming from the tips of the ears, and the wide sleeves brought a dark vision. All I could see were the looming patterns of Mr. Huahuai's black robe. The surrounding temperature seemed to rise, and the warm fragrance became more and more sweet , the alcohol he drank just now seemed to well up in his heart, bringing a feeling of drowsiness.

The slight rubbing and loosening sound of the string seemed to be magnified and penetrated into his cochlea, and he could even describe the movement of his fingertips to untie the rope buckle with his eyes closed. , it took a while to see clearly.

His apprentice still wears the ghost mask, the difference is that his silver pattern mask has just been taken off by him.

Ren Changkong touched his cheek with his hand, feeling a little hot, and wanted to put the mask back on uncomfortably.When he got up, he was suddenly dizzy, and the alcohol in his body seemed to have reached a peak. He could only feel the sweet smell of wine in his breath. Since his spiritual power had just been exhausted, Ren Changkong felt a little exhausted at the moment.

"Junjun?" Ren Changkong stroked his forehead, his voice was a little confused: "I seem to be a little drunk?"

The man wearing the ghost mask nodded silently.

Ren Changkong looked at Hua Huaijun, his mind was a little drowsy, not clear-headed: "Junjun, why don't you take off your mask?"

Hua Huaijun quietly approached his master, and gently stroked the flushed cheeks of the master with his jade-like fingertips, with a strange feeling of affection.

"Master." Hua Huaijun pushed up the evil ghost mask a little bit, revealing a beautifully curved jaw and a little red thin lips.

"Huh?" Ren Changkong replied subconsciously, his nasal voice carried the languidness of being drunk.

"Master."

Ren Changkong looked at his little apprentice who was reluctant to call him, and responded vaguely with a smile. The Hua Huaijun in front of him seemed to be two people shaking in front of him.

Nuan Xiang's drunkenness made Ren Changkong's thoughts wander, the soft couch sank deep, and Ren Changkong collapsed on his back, looking at Hua Huaijun beside him with gentle eyes, "Come here."

Hua Huaijun stepped forward obediently, and leaned over to look at the drunken master.The black hair was scattered around Ren Changkong's neck, bringing a feeling of cold comfort.The things I wanted to ask had been left behind by my increasingly drowsy brain. As the warmth floated, sleepiness suddenly surged up, and I couldn't help closing my eyes slowly.

In the quiet room, Yu Huaijun was the only one kneeling on the bed, looking at his master quietly.

The red candle flickered slightly, and the light and shadow in the room changed accordingly. The man wearing the ghost mask raised his head in the dark, and the hideous side face of the mask left a huge shadow on the wall.

With a slight lift of his wrist, the mask on his face finally fell off.

The bronze mirror of the dressing table vaguely reflects the complex and terrifying black lines on Ruyu's face, just like a real evil spirit.

Hua Huaijun's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised the fingertips of the master to watch carefully, a tiny reddish dot loomed between the fingertips.The tip of the bright red tongue struck with a scorching breath, wrapping the shallow wound, the tip of the teeth nibbled on the fingertips, and the soft and tender flesh unbridledly wreaked havoc around.

Hua Huaijun couldn't help but intensified a little bit of strength, causing the master to hum.

After seeing the deep red appearance of the fingertips, he reluctantly let go.

His gaze inadvertently saw the white jade jug lying on the table, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and his smile was light. His silly master didn't know that he couldn't drink wine in the party.

The scorching black devilish energy on his face was slowly suppressed in his body.Hua Huaijun touched his cheek, his tense mind finally relaxed.

Ever since he saw his master holding that sealed wine into his arms, the bloodthirsty rage in his heart surged wildly as if he had lost control.All the spiritual power was used by him to suppress the devilish energy in his body, Shura Dao smelled the dark side of his heart and was ready to move, when he sent spiritual energy to the master, his disguise completely failed, the devilish energy wrapped around his face, Hua Huaijun can only be thankful that he is wearing a mask.

I was also very fortunate that the master was drunk.

Hua Huaijun looked at the sleeping master, Qiu Shui's pupils were full of tenderness.

While the shadow of the candle was shaking, the figure lay on his side.The slender hands tentatively hugged the master's waist tightly, with a hint of caution.His breath is full of the fragrance of Master's body that makes him addicted.Hua Huaijun raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, and slowly closed his eyes.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Ren Changkong was sleeping soundly, but the familiar little milk voice rang in his ears at this moment: "Host?" He struggled to open his eyes, saw the faint figure of the system, and his confused brain slowed down. It took a while to say: "System?"

His voice was muffled by the alcohol.

In the silent room, a "Xitong" sounded suddenly.

Hua Huaijun opened his eyes fiercely, and looked up at the master who was calling Xitong in his sleep.Qiu Shui's pupils were instantly darkened, eerie and frightening.The demonic energy that had been suppressed so hard made a comeback in an instant, which was even better than it.The thick and beautiful face was surrounded by black air, and the original true face could no longer be seen clearly, and blood was looming in the tumbling, as terrifying as an evil ghost.

He looked at the master who frowned slightly without knowing it, and his demonic energy was overflowing.