Chapter 138 One hundred and thirty-eight disciples

When he thought about the scene he had just seen and that another man had kissed his master on the lips, the jealousy in Zhou Xuanming's heart was sour, making him almost uncontrollable and full of violence and murderous intent.

Su He looked at the young man in front of him with disbelief, as if he had changed into a different person. He felt the other person's movement on his lips, and his face was complicated.

Zhou Xuanming lowered his eyes, with a sinister expression on his face that seemed to be a smile, "Master looks surprised."

She was indeed surprised.

"My teacher has never seen you before..."

The young man's smile deepened and his tone was somewhat mocking: "Have you never seen my face like this?"

He lowered his head and looked at Su He with deep and deep eyes: "That's because Master likes me to be like that, so I am like that."

"If the master likes it, the disciple can always pretend to be like that in front of the master. But how can the master be kissed by other men! Master, don't you understand, you can only be mine."

The young man said, with a paranoia and strong possessiveness in his eyes that Su He had never seen before.

The expression on the young man's face alternated between a smile and a ruthless expression. He held Su He's cheek with his palms. His voice was as gentle as a lover's whisper, but his tone was so strange that it was shocking: "Where has he touched Master?"

Su He cried, and when he heard that the other party still didn't believe him, he felt even more aggrieved for no reason: "You bastard traitor... that's not mine..."

Su He felt that something was wrong with Zhou Xuanming. Xuanming was a fellow practitioner of immortality and demonism, but the demonic energy never controlled his mind, but existed as another system. Now there were faint signs of madness.

Zhou Xuanming was furious and didn't believe it at all.

"Master..."

"I said I didn't... I have nothing to do with him... Why don't you believe it... Why do you treat me like this..."

Su He just felt... aggrieved.

Su He was stunned for a moment.

Zhou Xuanming's mind can no longer be called rational. The moment he kissed the one he loved, it was like he was addicted and couldn't stop.

The next second, the hand on Su He's waist tightened. He looked at Su He, his tone was trembling and filled with anger: "He... touched you... didn't he?..."

Zhou Xuanming released his hold on Su He's wrist and looked at the crying man, not knowing how to deal with it.

The pressure on her lips left, but Su He's tears couldn't stop. Her sobbing voice became clearer, and her whole body twitched.

Su He leaned on the young boy's thin and broad chest and couldn't stop crying: "You bastard... you are a traitor... my teacher will punish you... to go mining in Nanshan..."

"Get out... get out..." Su He's voice was nasal.

Su He was suddenly thrown into a soft couch made of soft white fox fur. She pushed herself up and wanted to get down, but the next second, the young man's slender bamboo body covered her.

"I like your master so much..."

She thought her disciple was just a young boy, Mu Ai, but this paranoia was obviously a bit pathological.

He leaned forward as if to kiss her. Su He quickly pushed the other person's chest to stop him, and turned his head: "Zhou Xuanming, you are making a mistake! If you make a big mistake, even my teacher can't save you!"

He let go of Su He at a loss, and his voice was panicked: "Master, you... stop crying, it's me asshole, it's my fault, I let go, please stop crying."

But the words spoken are like rain falling on the sea, completely in vain.

Zhou Xuanming opened his eyes and saw his master lying on the couch, crying.

Su He had never been so embarrassed, never felt so helpless. The moment she was kissed by Zhou Xuanming, the feeling of being unable to resist and helpless made her suddenly feel aggrieved: "Asshole... traitor..."

The remaining half of Su He's words disappeared between his lips and teeth.

Being treated like this, tears flowed down from the corners of my eyes uncontrollably.

She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't control it, and she didn't want to be seen in such a miserable state, so she could only hide her ears and steal the bell.

Her eyes were bloodshot from crying, and the tip of her nose was a little red.

Su He curled his arms on his chest, tilted his head, and half of his face was buried in the soft fox fur to hide his crying side.

It wasn't the kind of kiss that touched the water like a dragonfly. There was no gentleness in the boy's kiss, and there was a hint of anger in the domineering one.

"Master, I was wrong and I was a bastard. But if you let me go, I will never leave."

Master's tears were like a heavy rain, extinguishing his anger and restoring his sanity.

Zhou Xuanming put his arms through Su He's shoulders, picked him up, held him in his arms, and patted Su He's back to comfort him: "I'm sorry, Master, I will never be like this again. I just lost my mind, Master, how do you want to fight him?"

You can scold me, but please stop crying, Master..."

In one sentence, the young man suddenly held her wrist and raised it above her head, and kissed her the next second.

Hearing these words, Su He turned around and saw the blood on the soft couch. She immediately realized that the second disciple had misunderstood something. She quickly explained: "No! Nothing happened to us."

In this room, Zhou Xuanming's eyes moved back and fell on the messy soft couch beside the stone wall. The couch was stained with blood stains, which caught Zhou Xuanming's eyes.

Zhou Xuanming lowered his eyes, his eyes were red, and looked at Su He: "Why can he do it, but I can't?"

Zhou Xuanming was now clear-headed and could listen to the words. He was a little stunned when he heard the words, and looked down at the person in his arms: "Well, those blood..."

"Except for his lips, did he touch your body?"

Zhou Xuanming didn't expect his master to cry, so he was a little flustered. He stopped quickly and looked at Su He at a loss.

"Master now smells like someone else. It's really annoying."

However, as they were kissing, a low sobbing sound suddenly came from beneath them.

She held her hand in the other person's arm and didn't care about anything else. Her voice was a little nervous and worried: "Xuanming, calm down. Nothing happened between Weishi and Qiyuan. That situation was completely unexpected. How could Weishi be with him if he didn't like him?"

What's there?"

The sound was intermittent, thin and weak.

Su He really didn't know what he was talking about. It was as if he couldn't understand people's words: "I said it all..." No...

The face of the young man in front of him didn't show any emotion at all, it was an expression of complete disbelief.

"Hehehe..." Zhou Xuanming suddenly laughed in a low voice, his eyes were red with a faint watery light, and bursts of devilish energy overflowed from his body. Suddenly he raised his hand, and a cluster of flames burned away the soft face.

Couch, release another soft couch from the space.

Master, who had never shown fear or weakness, was crying.

Su He struggled, only to be restrained by the other party with greater force.

He suddenly thought of something, and his mind was pounding. Fire suddenly poured into the top of his head, and the blood stains in his mind lingered.

After saying these words, Zhou Xuanming fell into a strong sense of guilt.

The hand holding Su He tightened a little, and his chin rested on the top of Su He's hair. He admitted his mistakes very quickly: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I'm sorry, Master. Stop crying. You punish me. I was the bastard. I

It’s a beast.”

Su He cried for a while, and finally got over it and came in. When he got over it, he was angry.

Taking a breath, she suddenly pushed the person in front of her away and slapped him on the face.
Chapter completed!