Chapter 3502 What to Do if the Apprentice Always Wants to Deceive the Master (End)

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"As for?!" Feng Yu's temples throbbed violently.

Ranbai sneered.

Tired after running after the last one for a long time, Feng Yu lay panting on the ground, looking at the sky, "Isn't it, it looks like you and your master?"

"It's not Master." Mozun said coldly.

Feng Yu turned his head to look at her in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Ranbai say: "It's a Taoist companion."

Feng Yu: "..."

"?!!" He looked at Ranbai in shock, "Am I crazy or are you crazy? Dao Companion?!"

Mozun's attitude was calm and lazy, with a hint of arrogance when he raised his chin slightly, he didn't take Feng Yu's shock very seriously, "What?"

"..." Feng Yu squinted his eyes, the meaning of which was unclear: "You are a master-student relationship known to everyone in the world. If it spreads out and becomes a Taoist couple, the reputation...you don't have to worry about it, what about Xianjun? You Then Master also let you mess around?"

"Nonsense?" Dyeing the white sword pointed at him, "Say it again."

Feng Yu: "..."

The demon king clicked his tongue, and his eyes fell on the sword in Ranbai's hand. The blade was thin and sharp, shining coldly in the sun.

"That's right, it's even passed on to Xue Ji. The swords of my life have been exchanged, so it doesn't make sense if there is no personal affair."

Ranbai snorted and sneered slightly.

later,

The big marriage in the devil world is announced to the world.

Master and apprentice change Taoist couple.

Shake the Three Realms.

When the head of Xuan Qingzong heard the news, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Their immortals were taken away by the Demon Lord just like that? ! !

The head regretted it.

What the sect leader didn't know was that a few days before the big wedding in the demon world, the girl Demon Venerable only said "I'm marrying Shizun.", and got the word of Xianjun's coldness without any hesitation.

--"it is good."

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demon world.

The blood moon is flirtatious.

The ten miles of red makeup, phoenix crown and Xiapei in the illusion of Mount Ye at the beginning have finally become a reality.

Her hair was straight with black hair, and her red clothes were like blood.

That person's eyes are picturesque, his smile is burning, and he captivates the whole world.

The wedding between Mozun and Xianjun was under coercion, and no one dared to object.

The night is as deep as ink, and the red gauze curtain falls.

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The voice of the conversation was slightly blurred under the moonlight.

"Master."

"Um."

The man smiled and asked, "Shuangxiu?"

Mo Yue was silent for a second or two,

A low and cold voice fell calmly, and there was still only one voice: "En."

Mozun finally fulfilled his wish and slept the cold and restrained Xianjun into his hands. Seeing his red clothes torn into pieces, the mist occasionally melted into his lips and teeth, and a few cold and seductive panting breaths, sobbing because of his youthful catering. .

"Does Master like it?"

She was very bad, and pestered him to ask him many times in a low voice.

It wasn't until the end that she heard Xianjun whisper in her ear: "I like you."

Then.

Ranbai smiled slightly.

Taking advantage of the fascination of Xianjun being kissed, he slowly buckled the silver handcuffs prepared a long time ago on Yu Chen's thin wrist.

The icy cold temperature gently caressed the wrist, making one shiver uncontrollably.

Yu Chen paused for a moment, his misty eyes slowly opened wide, staring at her in a daze.

But the Mozun who did this kind of thing didn't feel guilty at all, pinched Xianjun's chin and kissed deeply, and whispered in his ear: "Didn't the Master say something to the disciple?"

She stared at him, suppressing dark and treacherous emotions in her blood-colored eyes, slowly curled the corners of her red lips, and said softly, with a strange and cold obsession for no reason: "I want to lock up Master."

Yu Chen never thought about it.

Dyebai would have such an idea.

The cold handcuffs on the wrists were hung with thin and long chains, without the slightest warmth, imprisoning people.

"It's mine if you lock it up." Her brows and eyes were crooked, gloomy and sickly, and she caressed Xianjun's eyes with her fingertips, whispering like a lover: "Can't you, Master."

Yu Chen's thoughts went blank for a moment, he glanced at the silver chain on his wrist, there was a faint red mark, he sighed softly, his eyes were dyed white, the end of his eyes outlined the breeze and moon, but he was willing to accompany him She sank and fell together, he said calmly and softly: "Yes."

"It's always been yours," he said.

She finally sullied her god.

Blasphemed the immortal monarch who has always been aloof, and dragged the gods down from the spotless altar.