The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Chapter 312 I Won’t Let Master Go

Hee hee's eyes lit up and he asked quickly.

Xueyu withdrew the spiritual energy circulating in her body and frowned slightly:

"After a while, I should be able to go out and stay for a while."

At this moment, a burst of spiritual power suddenly rushed out, and a sharp pain came from the dantian, and Xueyu's brows twisted slightly.

Hee hee noticed something strange.

"Your Majesty, it will be very painful if you force yourself to gather your spiritual consciousness and expand your tendons and veins so quickly. It's better to do it slowly." Hehe looked worried.

"Take your time. When can I see my wife again?" Xueyu endured the severe pain in his dantian.

He had been willing to stay in the jade pendant and slowly cultivate his spiritual consciousness because he could be with Tang Yixien and see him at all times.

But now, he hasn't seen that person for a long time, and he really can't bear it anymore.

Without Tang Yixien by his side, time seemed to stretch indefinitely longer. He simply couldn't bear this kind of darkness and suffering any more.

It seemed that life was boring without Tang Yixin.

Xueyu had no choice but to work hard and practice every day to quickly nourish and condense her spiritual consciousness so that she could go out for a while.

"So, Your Majesty was lazy before? Or was he afraid of pain?" Hehehe said while pinching his waist in a somewhat sarcastic manner.

Your Majesty's mind is really full of your Madam.

"Hehe..." Xueyu coughed softly and stretched out her voice angrily.

"Yes, Your Majesty misses your wife. Hehehe understands." Hehehe quickly flattered him.

Xueyu didn't want to pay attention to the teasing in Xixi's words.

The master and servant have been in this jade pendant for too long, as if isolated from the world, and they don’t know how Tang Yixin is doing recently.

Xueyu raised her hand slightly, and the seal of the jade pendant opened. Suddenly, the surroundings were bright and the scene outside was clearly visible.

"I heard that the demon tribe has kidnapped the young master?" Yun Zichu's voice sounded a little shocked.

"Hmm..." Xiao Yan's voice had a long tail.

It happened that Yun Zichu came in hurriedly from outside at this moment, and asked about Xiao Yan's situation as soon as he entered the door.

"What?" He was so shocked that a layer of frost and snow fell off his body.

He turned to look at Xueyu's reaction, fearing that the Lord would be anxious and angry again.

When Xueyu heard this, although she was worried about Tang Yixien, she was not too shocked.

Xuan Yuran, the seemingly most well-behaved disciple, will become like this sooner or later.

When he saw Xuan Yuran looking at his lock ring in fascination, he knew that his possessiveness towards Tang Yixin was no less than Sheng Qingye's.

And his dull wife never realized how her disciple felt about him.

It's only a matter of time before you get taken away.

Although the lady is stupid in this regard, she still has to be rescued. Fortunately, he now has a way to get out temporarily.

Once he gathers some more spiritual power, he can go and save his wife.

Xueyu's white hair fluttered in the wind, and she was wearing a simple and elegant long green gown. She was graceful and elegant, with light blue eyes that were stern and slightly calm as she stood in this ethereal jade pendant.

Hehe, looking at Xueyu in front of him, he always feels that his master is getting more and more beautiful the more he looks at him.

Unfortunately, the Lord had never seen the world before and fell directly into the hands of the eldest son of the Tang family at that time.

"I'll practice for a few more days and then go save my wife." After saying that, Xueyu sealed the jade pendant again, sat cross-legged, and began to practice.

"My lord, you are either rescuing your wife or on your way to rescue her." Hehehe joked helplessly again.

Xueyu raised the corner of her mouth slightly.

With a fluttering sound.

A beautiful snowflake the size of a bowl fell from the sky and lightly hit Xixi's face.

The snowflakes don't look scary, and in fact, they don't hurt at all.

"Hehe, I don't dare anymore." Hehe said immediately.

However, such urgent concentration of spiritual energy would cause a huge impact on the tendons and veins of the whole body, and Xueyu soon turned pale with pain.

Hehe, it's heartbreaking to watch, but this actually stimulates the Lord to recover faster.

The luminous pearls at the four corners of Xuan Yuran's bedroom emitted a long white light, and the entire bedroom was covered with a layer of soft white gauze.

Xuan Yuran slept for the whole afternoon holding his master.

Tang Yixin's body had not fully recovered from the soup, so he fell asleep.

The two of them slept with their clothes on. When Tang Yixin woke up, he was still in Xuan Yuran's arms, covered with a thick plush quilt. When he opened his eyes, he saw the starry sky right in front of him.

The most exquisite thing about Xuan Yuran's bedroom is the hollow roof.

It was as if I was sleeping under the starry sky, and the brilliant North Star was shining in this world as if it had passed through layers of history.

Sometimes, Tang Yixien would be in a daze, wondering which world he was from.

"Master's eyes are so beautiful." Xuan Yuran's voice was low and lazy as he just woke up.

He opened his eyes and saw his master in his arms, his eyes like a galaxy filled with starlight.

He remembered that his master had been brought back by him and was in his bedroom.

Xuan Yuran slowly moved closer and hugged the person in his arms again. The feeling of being able to hug his master at this moment really made Xuan Yuran ecstatic.

"Xuan Yuran, how long are you going to keep messing around?" Tang Yixien was really not used to this kind of relationship and this kind of hug.

"Disciple, hold me for a little while longer, just a little while." Xuan Yuran said softly, rubbing against his neck obediently like a kitten.

What Tang Yixien couldn't stand the most before was Xiao Xuanwu's behavior. He pushed Xuan Yuran's hand away and paused slightly.

"Can I kiss Master?"

"No..." Tang Yixien immediately felt that he shouldn't be soft-hearted.

Xuan Yuran chuckled, let go of the person from his arms, gently restrained Tang Yixin's shoulders with his hands, looked at Tang Yixin with soft and emotional eyes, and slowly approached his master's face.

Tang Yixin's hand had already clenched a spiritual power, and the wind around him gradually began to vibrate.

Xuan Yuran's smile deepened, and then he quickly and gently kissed his master on the cheek.

Xuan Yuran found that he was satisfied with this. If his master didn't want to, he could wait slowly.

"Okay, Master, I understand." Xuan Yu let go of Tang Yixuan.

The wind suddenly stopped and Tang Yixien breathed a sigh of relief.

Xuan Yuran got off the bed briskly, put on his coat, turned around and smiled softly:

"Disciple will go prepare dinner, Master, please sleep a little longer." Xuan Yuran turned around to go out when he heard Tang Yixien's voice behind him.

"Xuan Yuran, I am your master..."

"Disciple will not let Master go. Master will live here from now on." Xuan Yuran slowly turned around and said in a firm tone.

Then Xuan Yuran went out and the heavy door of the bedroom closed again.

The bedroom suddenly became quiet, leaving only the faint light of the night pearl and the crackling sound of the charcoal in the campfire.

Tang Yixin once again summoned his spiritual power and tried to open the lock ring on his wrist. He tried for a long time but still couldn't do it. He clearly remembered that he could do it before.