100 Ways to Get the Male God

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The boy behind him froze for a moment.

His hand on the woman's abdomen froze, as if he was at a loss for a moment, not knowing what to do.

The forehead against her neck moved away slightly, and the boy stood stiffly behind her, obviously confused.

Yu Chu couldn't help laughing, pulled his hand away, turned around, pinched his face on tiptoe, and raised his chin towards the big bed in the room: "Are you sleeping inside?"

Just like when he was a kid, in a joking tone.

Xuan Ling's eyes softened, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "No, Master, I'm going back."

I haven't seen him for a year, and he is still young and energetic. If he really sleeps with his master, he will inevitably be a little bit uncontrollable.

He doesn't quite believe in his own self-control over his master, so it's better not to take risks.

The young man paused, lowered his eyes slightly, his thin lips touched Yu Chu's forehead lightly, and his eyes curled:

"Master, go to sleep."

Yu Chu watched him turn away and raised his eyebrows.

An apprentice like a little white rabbit...

It's so sweet.

...

After a few days of leisure, Xiao Qinghe came over to inform Xuan Ling that he was going to enter and leave the secret realm.

The young man tenderly bid farewell to the master.

He followed Xiao Qinghe away and watched Xiao Qinghe open the secret barrier, which was filled with thick fog.

The young man stepped into the fog, his expression unchanged.

Xiao Qinghe behind him sneered, thinking that this kid was pretending to be calm.

A few days passed without incident, until the morning of the fifth day, Xuan Ling picked a fruit, put down his slender white hands, raised his eyes slightly, and frowned.

The fog seems to be getting thicker.

This kind of fog is everywhere in the secret realm, the visibility is very low, and the vines are hanging down and can be seen everywhere.

But there are also many opportunities in it, immortal fruits are everywhere, and even dusty immortal artifacts can be encountered.

He took two steps forward and saw the back of a woman from the fog.

The young man frowned slightly, his expression was calm, and he slowly walked over. As he approached, the figure of the woman's back gradually became clear.

- Master.

The young Qingjue's eyes paused for a second, and the next second, he saw the woman turn around, and it was indeed the face of the master. He smiled at him, and put his slender fingers on the button of the clothes, and slowly untied them.

After she untied one, she stared at him, licked the corner of her lips, and walked over slowly.

The young man was silent.

A hint of surprise and joy flashed in the woman's eyes, she twisted her waist more boldly, and her clothes slipped.

When she came closer, the boy's eyes moved slightly, looking behind her.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and when she realized the danger was too late, a spirit sword pierced her heart.

The blood was dripping, and the immortal-like boy tilted his head slightly, but there was no response. He calmly watched the woman slowly fall, and the magic disappeared, revealing a seductive face, a completely different face from the Immortal Venerable.

A sneer appeared on the boy's lips.

He didn't say a word, his fingertips lifted slightly, and the blood on the spirit sword disappeared. A sneering voice suddenly came from behind, Xiao Qinghe leaned against a tree: "As a member of the Immortal Sect, Junior Brother really has no compassion. If Master knows that you kill at will..."

"Should be killed." The boy's thin lips spat out only two words.

He put away the spirit sword, and did not look at the woman on the ground, but raised his eyes to look at Xiao Qinghe: "What do you mean by bringing the Illusory Demon to me?"

Xiao Qinghe raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not answer, but smiled: "You dare to kill the Illusory Demon, but you can't kill me."

Xuan Ling was slightly silent.