The camera turned, and Chen Ye and Yang Qinlin arrived at the beach.
The blankets and parasols left behind when we were out and about were still there, and it looked like no one had ever been there.
The world of cultivating immortals is already vast and sparsely populated, and places like this are countless.
It is normal that few people set foot in such remote places.
Chen Ye supported Yang Qinlin, who was burning hot, and asked gently:
"Now that we're at the beach, are you feeling better?"
Yang Qinlin shook his head and did not answer. Instead, he and his master looked at the sea ahead.
It was late at night, and the silvery, translucent moonlight spread over the sea that was surging like scales, with a touch of exciting beauty in the calm.
There was a hint of autumn breeze in the air, and fallen leaves were floating on the beach by the coast, making the whole beach look particularly different.
“I feel better now…”
"Um... Master, do you want to see your disciple practice with a spear?"
Yang Qinlin spoke slowly, the hot pandan aroma in his mouth was as solid as the air exhaled in winter.
Her skin was white with a hint of red, like blush, and even more like delicious food.
How could Chen Ye want to let a disciple who was feeling unwell move around? He immediately supported her and said:
"You should lie down and rest for a while, and take the healing pills that your master gave you."
Yang Qinlin shook her head and showed a playful smile that didn't belong to her.
Then she released her arms that were holding Chen Ye, walked to the center of the beach in the moonlight, and took off the spear on her back.
The disease she has now cannot be cured by taking medicine or resting.
There is only one way to solve this disease.
But Yang Qinlin was still not ready.
She wanted to use this rare opportunity to be alone with her master to let her master see the most perfect version of herself.
Instead, he looked like he was poisoned by love.
Yang Qinlin raised the spear in his hand despite Chen Ye's dissuasion.
His heroic and resolute eyes looked straight ahead, and the silver spear in his hand stabbed straight at the fallen leaves floating in the air, piercing through them directly.
Then her long legs rolled and moved in the sand, blowing up the sand and the fallen leaves.
The fallen leaves seemed to become her dancers, the spear thrust out and retracted at her fingertips, swung and twisted, and the world was in turmoil.
When a man uses a spear, he will show a powerful and unstoppable dominance.
When women use guns, they can better demonstrate their tenacity, heroic beauty, and the unique muscular beauty of women.
Yang Qinlin usually wears a high ponytail, which not only does not block her vision but also better sets off her heroic figure.
But perhaps because he walked so fast today, the high ponytail suddenly loosened with his movements and flew directly in the air.
Every move in front of him was displayed in front of Chen Ye, and the girl's beautiful and heroic figure made him stunned.
Such a beautiful and handsome woman is dancing with a gun just for him.
This is a treatment that only he can experience, and it is something that everyone would wish for.
At this moment, there was only Yang Qinlin's figure in Chen Ye's sight, no matter it was the moonlight, the sparkling sea in the night, or the beach and fallen leaves.
All these scenes can only serve as a backdrop to highlight Yang Qinlin's elegant and peerless beauty.
His disciple was truly too perfect, so perfect that he couldn't help but be moved.
Perhaps it was because Yang Qinlin was already dizzy due to drug addiction.
Yang Qinlin, who was usually the most skilled in using a gun, suddenly lost his balance and was about to fall on the beach.
Chen Ye reacted quickly, and immediately dodged and supported Yang Qinlin who was about to fall to the ground, holding him in his arms.
Yang Qinlin was in Chen Ye's arms, with a look of loss on his face, and said apologetically;
"Master... I'm sorry, it's my fault that I'm not very good at learning."
"I can't even do the most basic gun dance."
"I've violated Master's nature... I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
She wanted to show her outstanding grace to her master, but she didn't expect it to turn out like this.
Not only did the master not enjoy himself to the fullest, he didn't even finish dancing with the gun.
It's really a failure.
Master will definitely hate her after he loses interest.
Then she had no choice but to die with the love poison.
As long as her master doesn't want her, she will never have any other thoughts even if she suffocates to death.
She owes her master her whole life. Without her master, she would have died long ago.
In other words, this body should also be given to Master if Master wants it.
How could Chen Ye bear to see his beloved disciple sad in his arms? He anxiously and sincerely comforted him:
"You've done very well."
"You were really beautiful just now, Lin'er."
Chen Ye looked at Yang Qinlin as if she were his lover, and at the same time, he carried her to the blanket beside him.
After putting Yang Qinlin down, Chen Ye sat on it himself. The angle at which they sat was just right for them to see the sea and the starry sky.
Yang Qinlin never thought that her master would praise her beauty. This was not the normal way for a master to praise his disciples.
This made her heart beat faster and she was extremely excited.
It’s great that Master thinks she is pretty. It’s her honor.
Perhaps this kind of emotion should not exist between a normal master and disciple, but she just likes her master, and this cannot be changed no matter what.
It was already difficult for her to conceal her feelings for her master, and now that the poison had taken effect, she could no longer endure it even for a moment.
Yang Qinlin's slender hands fiddled with her neckline, and then the red tulle dress flowed down her straight white shoulders.
Chen Ye looked at the disciple beside him. Her abs, which were full of muscular beauty and without a trace of fat, were clearly visible.
Chen Ye asked in surprise:
"Lin'er, what are you doing?"
Yang Qinlin hugged Chen Ye without saying anything, the fragrance of her breath hitting Chen Ye's face, she said infatuatedly:
"Master, please accept your disciple."
"I like you and want to be with you forever."
"I also want to be your wife..."
Chen Ye looked at Yang Qinlin, whose facial features were three-dimensional and delicate, and his pupils couldn't help but tremble slightly.
It was so beautiful that Chen Ye couldn't take his eyes off it for even a moment.
This is simply the most beautiful work of art in the world, and at this moment it is such a disciple who is expressing his love to her.
I have to say that the more confident and bold Yang Qinlin is the most beautiful one that best suits her temperament.
However, Chen Ye seemed to have confirmed his relationship with her.
But the other party has already forgotten.
But it's a good opportunity, so I can take this opportunity to confirm it again.
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