Chapter 542 Disciple, Please Let Me Go (77)

Every time she took a step back, Yanrong took a step closer, and the shocking and gloomy aura on her body seemed to drip out of water, making her scalp numb for a while.

Shen Mubai's mind was now blanked by the information from the system. What did it mean that Yanrong knew that she was not Liu Yuezhen, and that she might also know about the existence of the mission? How did the other party know?

He fell down on the bed and retreated further and further. The poor hamster spirit was so frightened that he shrank directly into the corner below.

Yanrong just stared at her without saying a word, and his expressionless look was very creepy.

Shen Mubai really wanted to hide under the bed and hug the hamster spirit and shiver.

Yanrong stretched out a hand.

She closed her eyes subconsciously.

The hand gently touched her face and said in a low voice, "Master, are you afraid of me?"

Chen Mu's white eyelashes trembled and she didn't dare to open her eyes. She was trembling inside and shook her head.

"Master, don't be afraid of me." The man whispered, and gently pressed his lips to her eyelids.

Shen Mubai felt the other party's hands hugging him, tightening them tighter and tighter.

She couldn't help but shrink her neck, and couldn't figure out Yanrong's attitude for a while.

Yanrong held her tightly like this, his warm breath rushing over her, and she didn't move again for a long time.

Shen Mubai slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Just when she was about to say something, she was bitten hard on the neck.

The unprepared feeling of pain made Shen Mubai jealous all of a sudden. She wanted to break away from the other party, but was held tightly.

"Yan Rong." Shen Mubai called out tremblingly.

"Master, does it hurt?" The other party slowly let go of his mouth, bright red blood stained the corners of his mouth, and stared at her face.

Chen Mubai's eyes were red and he nodded pitifully, feeling aggrieved but not daring to show it.

Yanrong grabbed her hand and placed it on his heart. His eyes were so red that he was almost horrified, "Master, it hurts me too. It hurts a thousand times or ten thousand times more than you."

Shen Mubai looked at him at a loss, his heart was in a mess, he didn't know what Yan Rong meant, so he could only hold back his tears.

Yanrong stretched out her fingers to wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye, put it to her mouth and licked it, then said with a smile, "Master's tears are also sweet."

Shen Mubai, "..."

Her scalp was so numb that she didn't dare to look at him. The current banquet looked really abnormal.

The chin was gently lifted by a finger, and the other person's lips covered her, pushing away her teeth, and then outlined the softness, sweeping like a violent storm.

With his mouth full of the other person's breath, Shen Mubai couldn't help but take a step back, but was pulled back by a pair of big hands, and then slammed into the other person's chest, from top to bottom.

Yanrong was lying on the bed, his big hands went up, pressed her head, and licked her deeper and deeper.

The other party's tongue seemed to be touching his throat. Shen Mubai couldn't help but whimper, and the corners of his eyes turned red. What's more, the posture of man on top and man on top was too shameful.

After an unknown amount of time, Yanrong slowly let go of her, staring at her with his red eyes unblinking, and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, let's practice dual cultivation."

Although Shen Mubai didn't know much about dual cultivation in the world of immortality, this flirting method was obviously something out of a script. She shook her head in resistance.

Yanrong was not angry either. With one movement, he pressed the person under his body and then covered his lips with hers again.