Chapter 88 This is what Jiang Zhaoyue likes.
Bad news: Fu Lanting has turned evil.
Good news: It’s the type Jiang Zhaoyue likes.
It’s not clear whether her movements were too fast or Fu Lanting’s movements were too fast. When the others came to their senses, Fu Lanting had already disappeared from their sight with her in his arms.
The anger on Lin Bozhou's face had not yet subsided, but there was a hint of unknown meaning in his eyes.
Before leaving, when Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him for the last time, there was no panic in her eyes, but rather a hint of comfort.
Although Lin Bozhou was reluctant to admit it, it was highly likely that his disciple had done this on purpose. As for the reason...
Of course, it was these shameless things that corrupted Zhaoyue!
Although my worry subsided a little, my anger did not decrease.
Lin Bozhou glared at Jiang Qiying, then angrily said to Lian Yueqing, whose expression was icy, "It was you who seduced my Zhaoyue. Now that you're satisfied, get out of here, or I'll kill you too."
The scene just now was so sudden that others only came to their senses at this moment.
Qin Ziyan subconsciously argued: "It's obviously Fu Lanting who is arrogant and overbearing..."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
Lin Bozhou glanced over and said, "Get out of here too. If anything happens to my Zhaoyue, you won't have a good life."
Qin Ziyan wanted to say something but was stopped by Lou Xuanyin.
Master Xuanqi shook his head slightly and whispered, "Young friend Jiang is not in danger of death. With Fu Lanting's strength, it will be difficult for us to track him down for a while. Let's go back first. Brother Lianyue is seriously injured."
Qin Ziyan frowned and looked at him, and finally suppressed his thoughts.
He said angrily, "I think you are all crazy. Fu Lanting is crazy, and so is Yueqing. No wonder Jiang Zhaoyue is like this. I thought it was some kind of beauty that brings disaster, but it turns out that birds of a feather flock together."
"Brother Qin."
Lou Xuanyin pressed his brows, looking like he had a headache: "You should talk less."
Seeing the murderous intent in Lin Bozhou's eyes, Qin Ziyan finally stopped talking and said coldly: "Forget it, let's go."
But Lian Yueqing didn't say a word from beginning to end.
He had a smile on his face, even when Fu Lanting wanted to kill him just now.
But at this moment, he just remained silent, his eyes were so deep that people couldn't tell what he was feeling, and the gentle mask completely disappeared from his face.
No one knows what he is thinking.
Only when he was leaving, he looked back at the void in the hall which had returned to its original state, lowered his eyes, and left with Qin Ziyan and the others.
After they all left, the coldness and murderous intent on Lin Bozhou's face slowly faded away. He frowned slightly, seeming a little worried.
The Second Elder walked over and said with equal concern, "Master, do you want me to go to the Qiling Immortal Sect? Perhaps I can find out where Master Fu is."
"No."
Unexpectedly, he rejected the second elder's proposal. After a while, Lin Bozhou sighed.
"Let it be."
Finally, he looked at Jiang Qiying again, wondering if she was talking to him.
"Weakness is the original sin. You should also return to the Qiling Immortal Sect."
Jiang Qiying's eyes were dim, his emotions unclear. After a few breaths, he bowed deeply and said, "Disciple, I'm leaving."
Then he turned and left.
Only Lin Bozhou was left sitting quietly in the hall, with a trace of motherly sorrow between his brows.
The other side.
Jiang Zhaoyue, who deliberately facilitated this matter, was naturally not too sad.
On the contrary, she was excited.
The excitement was almost impossible to conceal.
Only the system cried out feebly in her mind: "I don't want to be part of PIAY!"
Of course, it received no response.
Fu Lanting hugged Jiang Zhaoyue and walked in silence all the way. They walked so fast that it was impossible to tell the direction.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally stopped and released the arms that were restraining Jiang Zhaoyue.
But his movements were still firm, holding her wrist tightly.
The master's dark eyes moved downward until they met the laughing face of the woman in his arms.
The darkness in his eyes froze for a moment.
Then it turned calm again.
Fu Lanting touched her chin with his fingertips, lifted her face, and breathed gently on her forehead, but his tone was slightly cold and without any fluctuation.
"Do you want me to let you go? Zhaoyue, this is all your own fault. I no longer believe a word you say. Since you insist on making the wrong choice, let me make a new one for you."
Jiang Zhaoyue still smiled.
Her eyebrows and eyes were filled with joy, and she even praised with interest: "Master uncle is great, look at your face, you should be a person with this kind of personality, being humble and submissive does not suit you at all."
“…”
What greeted her was the silence of the system and a brief silence with a slight frown between Fu Lanting's brows.
But soon, he put up a strong wall again.
"Lin Bozhou can't save you, and even that loser Yue Qing can't. I clearly wanted to take it slow, but you insisted on choosing that loser. How is he better than me?"
Jiang Zhaoyue opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by him before she could open her mouth.
"Haven't I been tolerant enough towards you? Xiaobao, you've been communicating with him behind my back. I've seen it all. I pity you because you're young and playful, so I've been tolerant of you. But you keep provoking me again and again? What else do you want me to do?"
He curved his lips into a cold smile, but his face moved closer.
His breath almost sprayed on the tip of her nose. The warm feeling, accompanied by his cold voice, made Jiang Zhaoyue feel as if her hair stood on end.
"Do you know what punishment you will receive for being a disobedient child?"
Jiang Zhaoyue's breathing was light, but it wasn't nervousness, it was excitement. She suppressed the excitement in her heart and patiently asked him in a pitiful and thin voice: "What...what are you going to do?"
"do what?"
Fu Lanting's smile widened.
They were currently in a cave that looked like a stone chamber. Although it was called a stone chamber, it was actually no different from ordinary immortal sect buildings. It had everything you needed and the space was not small.
At the end of the stone chamber, there is a stone bed with a green □□ on it, which should be what Fu Lanting usually uses.
He hugged Jiang Zhaoyue, swept away the futon, and laid her on the stone bed.
The wide sleeves hid her slightly nervous gaze.
The next moment, she felt her lips soften.
The warm breath passed through the gap between her lips and teeth and was swallowed into her stomach.
She and Fu Lanting had many intimate actions, but most of the time it was she who took the lead and played around.
But this time is different.
The uncle, in his rage, seemed to have returned to his former self, cold, domineering, and extremely aggressive.
Jiang Zhaoyue's hands were held down by him, and she could hardly move at all. Even the words she wanted to say were swallowed up bit by bit.
She could only bear it.
In this quiet space, she was like a defenseless young animal, and could only swallow her struggles with sobs.
Bit by bit, thread by thread.
His large palm stroked her back, feeling slightly cool.
Jiang Zhaoyue tried several times to free his hands and feet, but failed every time.
In the messy breathing, until her chest rose and fell rapidly and she gasped for breath, Fu Lanting let go of her breath and gave her a little freedom.
Jiang Zhaoyue raised her chin slightly, and the red marks on her slender neck trembled with her breathing and skin.
Fu Lanting's eyes grew darker, and he lowered his palms, which were restraining her hands, and stroked her neck, as if it would break with a slight pinch.
The delicate touch makes people love it.
While catching his breath, he leaned down again and kissed that skin.
Jiang Zhaoyue grabbed his shoulders with her fingertips, as if pushing him away, but the force was so light that it was powerless.
There was a little moisture at the corners of her eyes, and her voice was tinged with sobs.
"Master, Uncle Master..."
This sound was like a reminder. After Fu Lanting kissed her neck, he finally looked up at her again.
His eyes were still dark, and his voice was a little softer than before, but the smile on his lips remained unchanged.
He looked at Jiang Zhaoyue, as if coaxing her, but with an irresistible tone: "Xiaobao, look, even if I take you away in front of him and kiss you like this, what can that loser Yueqing do? He can't even stop me. How can such a loser have you?"
Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes were a little dazed. She pulled her arms, which were originally grabbing his shoulders, back and loosely wrapped them around his neck. Her voice was as soft as a wet flower.
"Uncle Master...don't, don't say that to me..."
"So what should we do?"
Fu Lanting smiled softly, stroked her flushed cheek, and touched her nose with hers.
"Is what Master Uncle said wrong? Could it be that Xiaobao would like that kind of trash? Even if he is generous, so what? Trash will always be trash. How could Xiaobao be interested in that kind of thing? You want Master Uncle to punish you, right?"
Jiang Zhaoyue bit her lip slightly, her voice barely audible: "No, I just..."
"It's just that Xiaobao's heart is too wild, so he always wants to taste the wild flowers outside."
Fu Lanting hardly listened to her explanation, but just finished talking to himself, and then kissed her again despite Jiang Zhaoyue's weak resistance.
"Uncle Master..."
In the passionate kiss, the sound was suppressed into the throat.
Until she couldn't utter a word.
She was breathing rapidly, but Fu Lanting remained steady. He buried his head in her neck. She could not see his face, but could only hear his low, slow voice, which was filled with many complex emotions.
He nuzzled the side of her face.
"Why are you always so cruel to me? Xiaobao, can you stay with your uncle for the rest of your life? It's just the two of us."
Jiang Zhaoyue did not answer.
Only her heavy breathing revealed her intensity.
But Fu Lanting did not continue with such heavy breathing. He hugged her quietly and slowly calmed down in the silence until both of their breathing returned to normal.
Jiang Zhaoyue: "?"
Under the system's slightly dead gaze, its host indeed reached out and poked the man lying on his neck after calming down.
The woman's voice sounded aggrieved and pitiful.
"Uncle Master, are you not able to do this?"
The master, who was lying on her neck and enjoying a brief moment of peace, paused for a moment and then raised his head.
Then I saw a hint of resentment and dissatisfaction in the eyes of the person who had been resisting just now.
Jiang Zhaoyue was too lazy to pretend anymore. She grabbed his broad chest with one hand, pulled his chest chain, squeezed his muscles hard, and looked at him with a cold look in her eyes.
"That's it? You kidnapped me just for a couple of kisses?"
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