Chapter 535 Disciple, Please Let Me Go (70)

Every inch of his mouth was being licked aggressively by the other party. The strong possessiveness and greed made Shen Mubai's scalp feel numb and he almost couldn't breathe.

The corners of her eyes were slightly red, and she couldn't help but turn her face away, resisting the body on her body, but was tightly restrained by the other party, and her jaw was pinched again, and the warm breath invaded again.

When cultivators do this kind of thing, they don't need to worry about breathing. Because of the spiritual power of the Dantian, it can be said that as long as the person involved doesn't stop, it won't be a problem for a month.

But the feeling that the soul in his bones was licked was too creepy. Shen Mubai couldn't help but let out a thin whimper from his throat, and his originally clear eyes were filled with confused mist.

Yanrong kissed her eyelids and said in a soothing tone, "Master, don't cry."

Shen Mubai wiped the corners of his eyes in shame, turned away with some shame, and remained silent.

Yanrong hugged her whole body from behind, greedily smelling the refreshing scent of her body, and said in a hoarse voice, "I miss you so much, Master."

Then he laughed softly, "You don't even know how much my disciple misses you."

Something is wrong.

Shen Mubai listened to his words silently, feeling an inexplicable weird feeling in his heart.

She asked tentatively, "Is this the devil's world?"

Thinking of this strange place full of demonic aura, and the title Demon Lord, it is almost inseparable.

Yanrong hummed and hugged her quietly.

Shen Mubai felt the other person's chin resting on his shoulder, and continued softly, "Master, do you like this place? When I first came here, most of my cultivation was ruined, and I almost died."

With a twitch of his eyelids, Shen Mubai chose to keep silent.

"However, I was in a more terrifying place at that time. There were very scary things there. If I didn't kill them, they would kill me." Yanrong said these words in a very calm tone, It's hard to imagine what kind of situation he was in back then.

"Master, at that time, every time my disciple could no longer hold on, he would think of you." Yanrong said softly, "That's why I survived and spent a hundred years crawling out of that hellish place. , and then kill the current Demon Lord."

Shen Mubai couldn't stop trembling. She couldn't figure out whether Yan Rong hated her or liked her.

"Master, for the past hundred years, my disciple has been thinking of you day and night." He tightened his arms, like a child lacking care, hugging his most important thing and refusing to let go.

Shen Mubai paused and asked, "How did I get here?"

Yanrong said, "Qiyang Sect."

Shen Mubai's eyebrows skipped a beat. She couldn't imagine the current situation of Qiyang Sect when Yan Rong was treated like that, and now it was like this.

"Master, are you worried about them?" Yanrong spoke slowly, a deep voice coming from behind.

Shen Mubai didn't know how to answer. She was not a saint, so she naturally had no sympathy for those people back then. But when I think of the bloody scene, I feel very complicated.

"I just killed the people who deserved to be killed." Yanrong's face came close to hers, and he rubbed hers affectionately, "Then I just destroyed the Qiyang Sect. Master, I did not kill innocent people indiscriminately."