Quick Transmigration: The Villain’s Sweet Wife

The man called the Master looks only twenty-five or sixty-six, but his eyebrows are filled with old-fashioned coldness, his smooth and white face is covered with a lingering lingering lingering, and his beautiful lips are slightly pressed. .

"Ok."

The voice was very soft, but it was difficult to hide its clearness. It was wrapped around Quan Nai's ear and lingered for a long time.

Hongyi's delicately sculpted hands were slightly bent in a nice arc, and his fingers touched the cuffs of the robe faintly.

He naturally stood in front of Kwon Nai, his eyes were cold, and he was not angry with himself.

"Those who catch the wind and make mischief in the Qingshan Gate shall be punished to kneel in the punishment room for one day and not eat or eat."

The disciples who were still angry just now became quiet for a moment, they knelt on the ground and said, "Yes, Nanshan Xianzun."

Seeing Hongyi left, Kwon Nai followed him closely like a hamster, almost sticking to him.

"Master, the apprentice thought you would have to get out of the customs a few days later. I didn't expect it to be earlier."

Kwon Nai leaned close to him with a smile, observing Hongyi's reaction.

Hongyi's expression was indifferent, his thin lips lightly opened, "You go back first, and return to the head of your teacher."

Kwon-na nodded, behaved, "Oh."

Tut tut, do not see this kid very Mozun will be installed ah, I pretend to be really as it happened.

But... how could Kona go back and wait?

She looked for a remote place and dug out the pear wine that Elder Yindu had secretly buried under the thousand-year-old tree of spirits.

"The strength of this old man is not very good, and the wine is not bad." Kwon Nai took a few big sips directly into his mouth, squeezing his face vigorously, and squeezed his fair skin into redness.

[Host, do you harm yourself? 】

"If you don't understand, the color on your face is convincing, it's more like being drunk."

Kwuna nodded in satisfaction, two dimples appeared.

She walked staggeringly, holding a hip flask, following the way of a drunk person.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and a white dress was firmly set behind Kannai, with his hands behind him.

Kwon Nai's eyes flashed, pretending to be unaware, and his red lips looked delicious.

"Why am I so useless!"

She looked up to the sky and screamed, her eyes filled with sadness, her red lips pursed aggrievedly.

"What's the use of purifying the spiritual roots? It's not that the spiritual energy is blocked and cannot be used, and even the basic skills cannot be practiced..."

Slowly, Kwon Nai's voice became crying, and she took another sip of wine.

The spilled wine slid down her neck like a white swan, tracing her smooth lines.

"Now that the master has come out of retreat, I'm still so useless!"

Kwon Nai turned his back to Hongyi's face without any sadness, but desperately squeezed tears.

The little girl walked swayingly, her body can be said to be able to stand firmly by supporting the stone next to her.

The man standing behind her blinked his eyes expressionlessly, and the faintly bloodthirsty glimmer appeared in his narrow and deep eyes.

It was fleeting as if it had never happened before.

Hongyi walked towards Quan Nai without hesitation, grasping her slender arm powerfully.

Kwon Nai deliberately rushed towards Hongyi with his unsteady center of gravity, his eyes wide open, his teary eyes dim, and a touch of innocence filled.

Looks defenseless.

"Will Master hate me? He will hate me..."

The little girl was soft, as if she had no bones.

Hongyi pushed her face away, saying nothing.

The little girl in front of her looked different from what she had met in the day. She was clearly lively and cheerful at that time.