Mu Xun's hand paused. He seemed to have heard such a voice before. The first full moon in Lingcang Mountain.

At that time, he was carrying the mooncakes he made and wanted to eat with his master, but he heard his voice outside the door.

He was indeed sick! Mu Xun immediately didn't care about his "excuses" and wanted to open the door and break in.

However, a barrier was placed on the door, and he couldn't push it open. He couldn't help it, and was anxious again. While slamming the door, he said, "Master, are you okay?"

No one responded to him, but he heard the strange, mixed with pain, tolerance, and inexplicable moans, even more than just now.

He must be in pain!

Mu Xun smashed the door hard and kept asking Ling Lan to open the door, but the door still remained motionless.

At this time, the old man Qing'ai smiled meaningfully, "I think it's better for you not to disturb your master."

Mu Xun ignored him. He did not control his voice. It was already evening and some residents had already gone to bed.

The door of a room was opened by a brush, and a middle-aged man scolded angrily, "What's the ghost's name when I don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

Before he finished speaking, he got stuck in his throat. The boy in black looked back. His left arm was covered in blood. His dark pupils seemed to contain endless coldness, and his face was gloomy, like a demonic god walking out of hell.

The man shivered for a moment, and his body became cold. He suddenly regretted why he wanted to open the door. Wake up and had little trouble. He suppressed the fear in his heart, stuttered apologized, and quickly closed the door.

No one talked anymore, and Mu Xun had no intention of entangling him. He turned around and continued to knock on the door. However, since those two moans, he had not heard any sound again.

Could it be that I fainted from the pain? Why didn’t I open the door yet?

The anxiety in his heart was beyond words. He didn't care about anything, so he had to use his magic to forcefully break the barrier.

However, at this time, he heard Ling Lan's voice sound quietly, his tone was very stable, but he was a little hoarse, "I'm fine, you go to bed."

Why did the voice just now seem to be fine? He wanted to say it again, but suddenly remembered Ling Lan... He didn't like others to see him get sick.

In Lingcang Mountain, he heard the sound and rushed into the door rashly. For the first time, he saw panic on his face, as well as unspeakable shame and helplessness. He was covered in messy clothes, his cheeks flushed, and he gritted his teeth and told him to go out.

He knew that his master was very proud. He was always dressed neatly and always looked perfect in front of others. He would not want his disciples to see him like this, which was unbearable for him.

However, he is his only disciple, and he doesn't care about this, he just worrys about him. He doesn't want him to suffer alone, so why do you always have to bear everything alone?

But he didn't want him to see him, and he couldn't force him. Moreover, even if he went in, what could he do? Can he help him calm the pain? Or can he cure his illness for so many years?

At this moment, Mu Xun deeply felt his incompetence. He was the best disciple in his heart, but he could not do anything for his master. He always just let him give his efforts.

Mu Xun slowly sat down close to the door. He did not knock on the door again, nor left. He lowered his head and was covered in shadow.

There was no sound in the room, but he seemed to be able to imagine that Ling Lan's face was filled with pain. And he... could do nothing, nothing!

He grabbed the wound on his arm like arrogance, as if he wanted to grab it to pieces, as if this would make him feel a little better.

He hates himself, so incompetent!

At least, he wants to hurt with him.

He wanted to become stronger immediately, he wanted to protect him.

Unconsciously, the demonic energy around Mu Xun gathered little by little, and the old man Qing'ai was happy to see it, so he did not stop it.

Outside the door was covered with blood, but inside it was beautiful.

The moment he approached Su Xingxian, the karma fire in Ling Lan's body seemed to be half gone. Compared with the pain a moment ago, this feeling was simply heaven.

He didn't like pain, so he made a quick decision and decided to seduce his eldest disciple.

But unexpectedly, before he put the bait, the other party's body began to heat up and his heartbeat was very fast.

Ling Lan heard the beating of her chest on her ears and raised her eyebrows. Her reaction was not like a disciple who was respectful to her master.

However, his heart beat so fast, and he said, "Master, I...is not him. Don't want to, recognize the wrong person again."

This sentence is quite gritting.

Besides, it’s a very bloody word. Ling Lan is in the business world and has a snack, which makes her feel very interesting.

However, although Su Xingxian refused, she did not push him away.

Ling Lan understood it, leaned in his arms, touched his face naturally, and said to his lips, "I know it's you, you are my good disciple."

His eyes were flushed, his whole body seemed to be boneless, his hot body was close to him, and every word he spit out from his mouth seemed to be bewitched.

"Your good disciple... is opposite. He is your only, best disciple, you said it in person."

Su Xingxian grabbed his hand and stopped him from moving randomly, but the soft and smooth touch of his palm made his heart beat suddenly missed, and he almost couldn't hold it off. He wanted to use his strength to crush him hard.

At this time, Mu Xun's knock on the door also rang out at the right time, and Su Xingxian's face suddenly became even heavier.

Ling Lan smiled and turned his face, "Let me see, Xiao Xiaolian, are you jealous?"

Su Xingxian didn't want to admit it, but she was greedy for his warmth and couldn't bear to leave. Over the days and nights of the years, he had not been in his nightmare, causing him to suffer. He was like drinking poison to quench his thirst, but he just fell deeper and deeper.

He clearly said he wanted to expel him from his sect, but why can he do this now... Or, as long as he can be relieved, anyone can do it? Even if he was rejected by him once.

But what about tomorrow?

Thinking of this, Su Xingxian held Ling Lan's hand and suddenly exerted force.

The door was filled with anxiety outside the door. Ling Lan "hissed" and turned a deaf ear and said sincerely, "Of course I was coaxing him. In my heart, you are the only one and best disciple of mine."

"How can that little thing with no hair grows better than my handsome and elegant apprentice. In just a few days, even the daughter of the leader of the Xiyue Sect was fascinated by you. I heard that he called you, Big Brother? Is it that brother of Love?"

Su Xingxian didn't expect that he would sit behind him that day. Ling Lan actually knew that, and was a little helpless, "No, I'm not, I don't have any regard for her-"

"I believe in you." Ling Lan touched his lips and bit his ears, "Chunxiao is short, and he is so hot for his master. Good disciple, please help me."

He spoke to his ears, and the scorching breath seemed to burn into his heart along the ears, stirring up endless flames like wild grass, and Su Xingxian was almost confused by him.

However, he suddenly remembered that he pushed him away without mercy and even... drove him out...

Su Xingxian covered the pain in her eyes and barely calmed down, "I brought the Ningxi Pill, although it was not as good as Yue Shenzhi, but it could be slightly relieved..."

He was about to take the bait, but the other party pushed and stopped him. The karma fire in Ling Lan's body gradually became strong again, making him restless and restless.

Since he can, others may not be able to do it. Even if Mu Xun can't do it, there is a brothel next door, and he has many choices.

Ling Lan used up his patience, and saw that he was going to refuse, so he immediately changed his face, pushed him away, and said coldly, "Difficult, bad guys are interested. If you can't do it, just get out. I'm not the only one of you, a good disciple."

Su Xingxian was caught off guard and pushed open. Just at this moment, Mu Xun's voice outside the door also rang, "Master, are you okay?"

Ling Lan did what he said, and he had to open the door and really wanted to find someone else to relieve him. However, he was caught by someone after he took two steps.

Su Xingxian looked down at him, and the bright starry eyes of the past dimly darkened, as if suddenly being covered by thick clouds. "Since Master is this... if you need it, how can your disciple refuse?"
Chapter completed!