My Debauched Devotion

Undressing is easy, changing clothes is difficult...

Xiao Ran sighed inwardly.

Considering that this was a feat to earn a lot of filial piety, even though it was dangerous, he still gritted his teeth and walked to the hot spring in the rain.

Approaching the pond, one can see that the deep red color of the pond is like splashed ink, dotted with peach mist, scattered by the drizzle, and finally washed away by the running water...

However, the bright red of the splashed ink is endless, and it is never clear.

The master closed his eyes slightly, his face was pale, almost bloodless, his black hair was soaked by the drizzle, and his shoulders were wet, and he was holding a bamboo wine jug in his hand, drooping by the pool, as if he didn't even have the strength to lift the wine.

There were many peach petals gathered around her body, but none of them disappeared.

Xiao Ran felt a chill in his heart.

Nonsense!

A woman is on her period and still drinking in the rain?

Has anyone ruined his body like this?

With your distracted cultivation, you can blow away the drizzle with just a single thought, and warm up a drink with just a casual breath?

Xiao Ran quickly squatted down, pressed Master's left neck vein, and carefully observed her physical condition.

In addition to the side effects of the medicated bath prepared by the uncle, the injury of the master was much more serious than she imagined.

It is obviously a sequela of large-scale and high-intensity tidal swordsmanship.

In addition, the peach blossom drizzle caused melancholy, and the malt sake was easy to hurt. Master, she thought too much, and completely forgot about her bad physical condition.

So much so that now, the weak ones have to force their voice even when they speak, and the peach blossoms gathered by mana are about to disperse...

Xiao Ran hurriedly took out the bathrobe from the wardrobe, wrapped it around Master's body, and helped her out of the pool.

Holding the bathrobe on his right arm, Xiao Ran's palm trembled, and a warm resonant force melted into the blood, impacting on the master's limbs and bones.

After learning the full level of medicine, Xiao Ran's palm trembled, and the power of resonance has a more targeted effect on the acupuncture points of the whole body than before.

At the same time, Xiao Ran's palm also dried up the pool water that was stuck to his body in the bathrobe.

Ling Zhouyue's body felt hot, and she feebly opened her tired eyes.

"You're here..."

"I'm here."

Xiao Ran's voice was deep and warm.

At the same time, in an extremely dexterous way, he put the obscene clothes and the green robe on the master in the bathrobe, only touching her shoulders and arms in the whole process.

"Am I ashamed?"

Xiao Ran smiled.

Master was not ashamed, and even for a moment, he actually saw a touch of a weak and naive attitude on Master.

It is far from the usual powerful and free-spirited master.

He thought to himself, no matter how powerful the master is, no matter how free and easy his temper is like a man, he is still a woman in his heart.

"Master took Jiaodan for his disciples to refine Qi and inherit the sword, so why should he be ashamed?"

Ling Zhouyue put her arms around Xiao Ran's shoulders, her clear eyes narrowed slightly.

As an elder holding a sword, she has a noble status and great strength, everyone is 1.6 meters... This is the first time she realizes that Xiao Ran is actually taller than her.

She was half a head high, and holding her by her side made her feel astonished as if she was a small bird.

"Master told you about Jiao Dan?"

"I guessed it myself."

Xiao Ran put on bamboo shoes for her, and walked into the bamboo forest with her.

"How could I not know that the Flood Pill Powder of the Fitting Realm merged into the Qihai Pill Wall? Looking at the whole sect, how many people can easily get the Flood Pill of the Fitting Realm?"

Xiao Ran thanked her in a tone of respect, with awe in her heart, but Ling Zhouyue felt that it was really embarrassing for her to be so embarrassing after taking a body-fitting pill.

For the sake of face, she pouted and told the truth.

"If I hadn't encountered the swarm of ghost beasts in the Golden Core Realm, how could I have been in such a mess?"

Ghost beast!

Beast tide!

Jindan!

Xiao Ran couldn't understand what the beast tide was.

More than a million ferocious beasts were mobilized in groups for a beast tide.

In the cultivation world,

There are often Jindan monks who are swallowed by the tide of Qi-refining beasts, and Nascent Soul bosses will also be trapped by large-scale Qi-refining beasts and cannot move...

This is just a swarm of spirit beasts in the Qi Refining Realm, and it is also a swarm of ordinary beasts that have not been transformed into a ghost.

And what the master encountered was a wave of ghost beasts in the golden core state!

The ghost beast is a kind of spirit beast infected with ghost poison, but its combat power is much stronger than ordinary spirit beasts, and it is also much more difficult to deal with.

Its animal pills and meat are polluted by the poison, losing its economic value, and it is not as precious as the ghost core.

In the era of the end of the Dharma, practitioners would avoid ghost beasts and run away when they encountered ghost beasts. They seldom attacked ghost beasts.

In the end, Master encountered a horde of beasts in the Golden Core Realm, but he was able to retreat completely?

Xiao Ran was shocked, but asked tentatively:

"With Master's cultivation base, even if you encounter a horde of ghost beasts in the Golden Core Realm, you will be fine if you hide for a few more days?"

"These beast hordes came here smelling of flood dragon blood. After eating the flood dragon meat, they wanted the flood dragon pill. I killed them all in one go."

kill all...

killed……

the...

In an instant, Xiao Ran's face turned pale, as if he had lost his soul.

That's millions of creatures!

How-dare-you!

cough cough.

The point is, the tide of ghost beasts in Jindan Realm, even the big bosses in Mahayana Realm have to weigh them carefully when they encounter them, why the hell did you kill them all?

How can this silly master be so delicate and naive, this is the killing god of Chiluoluo!

Xiao Ran's body froze in place, and the image of Master was infinitely elevated in his heart, as if his action of supporting Master was an insult to her powerful strength.

He stopped in his tracks.

But Ling Zhouyue continued to walk forward instinctively, lost Xiao Ran's support, suddenly her body went limp, and she fell down on the spot——

Only then did Xiao Ran react, the soles of his feet exploded suddenly, his body flashed, and he raised his hand to catch the fallen body of Master!

The left shoulder rests on the back of the master's neck, the left hand wraps around the soft and flexible waist, and the right hand wraps around the knees and calves, showing the hugging posture on the Gone with the Wind poster...

Good guy!

In an instant, Ling Zhouyue's eyes turned red, her body rolled up, she bounced away suddenly, and slashed at Xiao Ran with her sword in a daze.

brush--

Bamboo leaves fluttered, pikas ran away, and the vast spiritual pressure washed the whole mountain.

The cold blade stopped an inch away from Xiao Ran's neck, and the vast wind of the sword rustled Xiao Ran's clothes, and his temple hair fluttered.

Xiao Ran's neck felt cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, as if his head had been decapitated.

Ling Zhouyue's face was pale, her figure was flimsy, she forcibly stabilized her body and said, the bright red blood flowed down her leg...

"This is an instinctive reaction. If you touch me casually, you will die."

Xiao Ran collected himself, he could see how strong Master's instinctive sword is!

And Master, in such a weak condition, can hardly even stand up, how much effort did he spend to stop this sword.

If you continue to let it go, even if it is cured, it will leave a deeper root of the disease.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ran raised his hand and pushed aside the blade of the sword, took a bold step forward, and hugged the master's cold and soft body horizontally again.

"Idiot, what are you doing!"

Ling Zhouyue opened her eyes wide, she couldn't believe that this was her apprentice.

Do you really want to die?

She grabbed Xiao Ran's broad and strong back, pierced the Tsing Yi with her fingertips, embedded an inch of flesh and blood, and reached her ribs, barely resisting the urge to draw the sword again.

Xiao Ran endured the severe pain, made up his mind, picked up his master and walked quickly towards the disciple's room.

"If you want to kill or scratch, it's up to you."

The blood in Ling Zhouyue's eyes receded, her body softened, and she let go of her pale hands.

The cold sword fell in the bamboo forest.

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This book is a heavy-duty essay, focusing on the gradual change of feelings. There will not be any over-the-top descriptions in the text, so please rest assured to read.