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

Chapter 300 Heartbroken

Jin Xiaoxiao walked slowly to the bed.

"Master..." Jin Xiaoxiao called softly.

Tang Yixien was not awake, with a slight redness at the corners of his eyes, and the dark purple marks of lovemaking were faintly visible on his fair and delicate neck outside the quilt.

Jin Xiaoxiao's heart ached even more.

Heartache outweighed everything else. He knew that his master was afraid, but Sheng Qingye didn't understand.

He looked at the traces of struggle all over the bed, and he couldn't imagine what his master had been through.

His chest tightened and he wished he could destroy Sheng Qingye.

Xuan Yuran was completely clueless about the matter of dual cultivation. He was too embarrassed to read the book his master gave him, so he only read two pages.

But he also knew what had happened. His master was now Sheng Qingye's man, and they were together.

He was slightly stunned, perhaps because he had been looking for Tang Yixien for too long and was really worried about him.

He was worried that his master's cauldron would explode and he might die, or he might never see his master again.

Now that I am sleeping on the bed like this, being able to see him again is enough. He is so calm at this moment that even I find it incredible.

He slowly came back to his senses and turned to look at Sheng Qingye beside him. His palms gradually clenched, and the talisman emitted a dazzling white light.

"Master is tired. Let's talk outside." Sheng Qingye said in a low and cold voice.

These words of "Master is tired" once again pierced Jin Xiaoxiao's heart.

After Sheng Qingye finished speaking, he put on his coat and walked out. Jin Xiaoxiao glanced at her master who was breathing steadily on the bed, her eyes sharpened, and she followed him out.

Sheng Qingye came to the yard, and before he took a few steps, the Lingxi fan was already coming towards him. He turned around without dodging, and the Lingxi fan hit him in the chest.

Sheng Qingye was knocked out, and blood immediately flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The two Sheng family disciples who were still in the yard at this moment were about to step forward when they were stopped by Sheng Qingye's gaze.

Jin Xiaoxiao had never used this move of telepathic reflection on her own people because it was too deadly.

He had never been so cruel to Sheng Qingye before. This was the first time.

Sheng Qingye's eyes were as deep as ink, his hands covered his chest, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Sheng Qingye, you bastard!" Jin Xiaoxiao grabbed Sheng Qingye's collar and shouted angrily, with a cold murderous look in her eyes, and punched Sheng Qingye in the face.

The corner of Sheng Qingye's mouth immediately turned bruised.

Xuan Yuran stood in the wind in a red robe, looking at the calm Jin Xiaoxiao, and punched Sheng Qingye again and again.

It doesn't seem to relieve the hatred at all.

He was like a storm brewing, but he didn't know what to do.

Is it possible to kill Sheng Qingye?

He knew clearly in his heart that it was not possible.

"Is that enough?" Sheng Qingye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slightly bent his body, and whispered while enduring the severe pain.

"Why don't you fight back? Don't you have disciples? Can't your Sheng family cover the sky with one hand?" Jin Xiaoxiao frowned angrily and looked at Sheng Qingye with anger in her eyes.

Jin Xiaoxiao had never lost her composure like this before.

He and Sheng Qingye have been fighting almost since they were young, but he has never really beaten Sheng Qingye, and he has always stopped at the right time.

Sheng Qingye opened his mouth hard, and the corners of his mouth were bruised, but fortunately his jawbone was not broken.

The two disciples of the Sheng family had never seen their young master being beaten like this, especially in the face, and they both looked surprised.

They remembered that what the young master hated most was being slapped in the face.

They shouldn't be here, or they will be silenced by the young master.

At this moment, they wished they could just disappear right where they were.

At this time, Sheng Qingye gave the two of them a terrifying look. The two of them looked at each other, saluted, and left quickly as if they had been pardoned.

"If I say that when I found my master, his furnace constitution had flared up, would that make you feel better?" Sheng Qingye looked up at Jin Xiaoxiao and said.

Jin Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes, panted, and calmed the anger in her heart.

The tension in his body slowly relaxed.

This did make Jin Xiaoxiao feel better, but after the fight, he also regained some of his sanity.

What can he do to Sheng Qingye?

Beat him to death?

Not to mention that he is actually no match for Sheng Qingye, even if he could kill him, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

But he felt so upset that he felt like he was going crazy.

Xuan Yuran felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife, but he also knew that he couldn't change anything.

He just cared about whether his master would be with Sheng Qingye in the future.

This is what he cares about the most. He doesn't want it to happen. He wants his master to be with him.

Jin Xiaoxiao's hands were sore from fighting, and she didn't want to fight anymore, so she turned around and went back to see Tang Yixuan.

"Even if Master's furnace cauldron constitution didn't break out, I would still do this." Sheng Qingye said stubbornly behind Jin Xiaoxiao.

Jin Xiaoxiao paused, without turning around, and waved her hand, and the Lingxi fan flew towards Sheng Qingye behind her.

Sheng Qingye still did not resist this time. The Lingxi fan hit him in the chest, and he was knocked backwards again.

After stabilizing his body, he covered his chest, held on, and coughed twice, and blood flowed out from the corners of his lips.

Jin Xiaoxiao shook his head slightly and went straight to his inner room. He wanted to find some ointment.

Afterwards, Jin Xiaoxiao returned to Tang Yixian's inner room again and stayed by Tang Yixian's bed. He stubbornly refused to let Sheng Qingye get close to him.

Sheng Qingye's lips were bruised from the beating, and it hurt to speak. Jin Xiaoxiao didn't let him see his master, so he went to the kitchen to watch Tang Yixien's dinner.

The people in the kitchen were so scared when they saw Sheng Qingye’s purple mouth that the baby pigeons they put in burst out.

Tang Yixin slept for a whole day and night, and Sheng Qingye was really careless.

His furnace-cauldron physique was completely suppressed this time, although he didn't know what would happen next time.

Tang Yixin gradually regained consciousness and slowly woke up. The first feeling he had was pain in his waist. His waist felt like it was about to break, and his whole body felt like it had been crushed by something.

This damn wolf cub really wanted to kill him. If he hadn't been half-fainted at the end, he would not have spared him.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. The first person he saw was Jin Xiaoxiao, who looked worried.

Tang Yixien suddenly felt a little embarrassed, with an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

He tricked him into running away, and now he's like this again.

"Xiaoxiao..." he called softly.

"Master, is there anywhere...anywhere that you feel uncomfortable?" Jin Xiaoxiao asked hesitantly and softly.

Tang Yixin endured the severe pain from his waist and sat up leaning against the bed. His face was as pale as a pear blossom and he pursed his lips lightly.

There were faint bite marks on her pale pink lips.

Jin Xiaoxiao couldn't bear to watch it, and her heart ached.

Because Tang Yixien sat up, the thrilling marks under the lapels of his inner clothes became more obvious. Although the purple had gradually turned into crimson, there were too many of them.