bookcurios Chapter 389 The little Taoist priest is so bad, as bad as me!
Chapter 389 The little Taoist priest is so bad, as bad as me!
Qingyan smiled evilly and opened her red lips slightly:
"Not nice? Huh?"
"I see. Do you like hearing cats meow?"
The words have not yet fallen.
Her movements were as fast as lightning.
She stretched out her arm, grabbed Xuanqing's neck, pressed him hard, and forced him to lower his head.
Then, she kissed him on the lips and began to absorb the spiritual energy in his body.
This series of operations happened so quickly that Xuanqing didn't even have time to react.
His eyes widened instantly and his mind became confused.
His palm opened involuntarily, and the peach wood sword in his hand fell with a click, landing on the cold ground.
The blood on the peach wood sword was quickly absorbed by the sword body.
The red light became more and more dazzling.
Xuanqing only felt that the bed in front of him was spinning, and the whole world was spinning.
He relied on the last shred of sanity he had left.
He bit Qingyan's lips hard.
Qingyan burst into tears in pain.
She reluctantly left his lips and let go of Xuanqing's neck.
I saw that Qingyan's lips were so red and swollen that it was scary.
Drops of blood continued to flow out.
She nodded, narrowed her eyes, and said:
"Little Taoist priest is so bad, just as bad as me!"
"Unless you can kill me, I will keep haunting you!"
At this moment.
Xuanqing only felt a force boiling wildly in his body.
He couldn't hold it back any longer.
The power raged within him like a raging beast, causing him unbearable pain.
His body felt as if it was torn apart and the pain was unbearable.
At the same time, his whole body felt like it was burning in flames, and the pain and itchiness almost made him collapse.
He shook his head desperately, trying to clear his mind.
But the scene in front of him became increasingly blurry. The bed was spinning, and Qingyan in front of him was also spinning.
He felt as if the whole world was spinning, and his heart was constantly shouting:
"Help! Help!!"
Qingyan looked at his shaky appearance and a smug smile appeared on her face.
She looked at the blush on Xuanqing's face and the sweat on his forehead.
And that drunken, blurry look in his eyes ignited a new interest in her heart.
She simply took his arm, leaned her body against his, and began to act.
Said in a delicate voice:
"Husband, why are you drunk again? Did I make you angry?"
"Husband, let me help you lie down on the couch."
Her voice was so soft and crisp that it seemed as if water could drip out of it, making people's bones feel weak when they heard it.
However, Xuanqing did not fall down as she wished.
He stood there and took a deep breath.
Trying to calm down.
next interest.
He raised his hand and looked at his palm.
At this moment.
His eyes began to become firm and calm.
He told himself that he must stay calm and not be fooled by this evil woman.
Qingyan looked at the faint purple light emerging from his palm and was shocked.
She knew that this was a sign that Xuanqing was going to use his ultimate move.
He wanted to kill himself with a thunderball!
Thinking of this, her heart felt a little cold.
I really can’t figure it out.
Why? This Taoist priest...
Why are you so stubborn?
She sighed.
He had no choice but to hold Xuanqing's arm and drag him to the bed.
She used the Eyes of Charm again, and her eyes emitted green light at Xuanqing.
The green light seemed to have magical power, making people unable to look away.
Xuanqing only felt that his mind began to become blurred.
The purple light in his hand gradually changed and turned into a purple ball.
The sphere was glowing with lightning, as if it contained infinite power.
Xuan Qing shouted:
"Witch, you are looking for death!"
His voice was filled with anger and determination.
He raised his hand and was about to throw the thunder ball towards Qingyan.
Qingyan caught the thunder ball directly and held it in one hand.
The two stood facing each other.
Xuanqing held his forehead with his right hand and gasped for breath.
The true dragon blood in his body was like a raging torrent, rushing wildly and causing him unbearable pain.
Finally, he leaned weakly on Qingyan's shoulder, his vision went dark, his eyes closed, and he fainted from the pain.
Qingyan felt the waves of heat coming from Xuanqing's body, as well as the powerful aura of the true dragon's blood and essence emanating from it.
She slapped Xuanqing's back without hesitation with the hand holding the purple thunder ball.
boom! ! !
The purple thunder ball instantly merged into his body, causing severe pain.
"ah!!"
Xuanqing suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head and let out a shrill scream.
Qingyan snorted coldly.
"Humph, you stabbed me with a sword, and I slapped you back, that's good."
Xuanqing only felt that the blood in his body was expanding wildly.
The power of the purple thunder ball and the power of the dragon blood fought against each other in his body, causing him excruciating pain.
"hiss!"
He left Qingyan's shoulder, staggered back a few steps, but eventually fell to the ground.
His heart for the Tao had collapsed, and his eyes were filled with despair and helplessness.
Qingyan just stood there looking at him, a smile of interest on her lips.
"Damn Taoist priest, you can't do it again? I want to see how you can get out. Your sect token is in my hands."
As Qingyan spoke, a token suddenly appeared in her hand. She held the token upside down and shook it gently by the tassel.
Xuanqing's gaze instantly fell on the token, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.
His name was engraved on the token. As a disciple of Lingshan, he could use this token to return to Lingshan when in danger.
But at this moment, the token seemed to be invalid when entering this place and could not be used.
Once the token is lost, he will be expelled from Lingshan Academy, which he absolutely does not want to accept.
Xuanqing struggled to get up, and crawled to Qingyan's feet in a mess, kneeling there with his head held high, tears in his eyes, and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
His voice was a little hoarse, filled with endless pleading:
"Please give me back the token. It was my fault..."
"I beg you... give me back the token..."
Qingyan looked at his pitiful appearance and felt a little touched.
Although she knew that the Taoist priest was very cunning, she couldn't help but be moved when she saw him begging her so humbly.
She switched the token in her hand to her left hand, held it tightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes.
Then, she began to walk around Xuanqing barefoot, her eyes scanning him.
The soul-enchanting bell tied to the left ankle also rang.
She bent down to pick up the peach wood sword on the ground and walked to Xuanqing.
He held a token in his left hand and a peach wood sword in his right hand.
He raised his eyebrows lightly.
"The token? The peach wood sword. Both are in my hands. You can only choose one. Do you want the token? Or the peach wood sword?"
"Hahaha……"
As she spoke, Qingyan burst into laughter, with a hint of pride and sarcasm in her laughter.
When Xuanqing heard the laughter, he felt a tinnitus in his ears and a splitting headache.
He clenched his fists, knelt in front of Qingyan, lowered his head, his heart full of struggle and helplessness.
That peach wood sword was a gift to Xu Wan as a disciple that he had bought at the ghost market. It was of great significance.
He can't lose it, otherwise how can he be worthy of Xu Wan's deep affection for him?
The token is the identification of Lingshan College disciples and must not be lost.
Once lost, he will be expelled from the academy and will never be able to practice with Xu Wan again.
Thinking of this, his tears and sweat kept dripping to the ground. The grievances and pain in his heart grew like weeds, but there was no one to tell.
Qingyan felt even more proud when she heard him crying.
She said slowly:
"Men don't shed tears easily, but only when they are sad."
Xuanqing still kept his head down and remained silent.
He knew in his heart that no matter what choice he made, he would lose something that was extremely important to him.
Qingyan was obviously teasing him to see what choice he would make.
At this moment, Qingyan's voice sounded again:
"Token? Or peach wood sword? Please choose, Taoist Xuanqing!"
Faced with Qingyan's urging and threats, Xuanqing felt helpless.
Helplessness and hatred are intertwined.
He would never let her take both of those things away from him.
Xuan Qing took a deep breath, exhaled, raised his head, looked at Qing Yan, and moved the corners of his mouth, but no sound came out...