Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Chapter 282 Xiao Qin: I have a large family, so I can’t help it

He reluctantly raised his eyes to look at her, his snow-white eyelashes trembling slightly, and his thin lips trembling as he scolded: "Evil disciple...how can you not change your bad habits?"

The woman seemed to be smiling, but her pink lips uttered the most piercing words: "Disciple is so anxious, it's because Master is too tempting, disciple can't control himself!"

The white beauty was soaked with sweat, and every arc of light outlined her perfect figure. Her silver hair was loose. He subconsciously licked his dry lips and said angrily, "Don't make the same mistake again!"

The corner of the woman's mouth curled up in a wicked arc. She raised her legs, and her beautiful dragon scale boots lifted slightly, lifting up the master's perfectly lined chin.

"But Master is so beautiful, I am determined to commit treason today!"

Jun Yuzheng wanted to break free, but because of what the three incarnations had done before, he was too weak to do anything. He could only gasp for breath: "Traitor, if you still have a trace of conscience, please let me go immediately."

The woman gently stepped on his collarbone with her toes and pushed. "Conscience? It didn't exist when I brought Master back."

Jun Yuzheng's body was weak and he fell to the ground. His silver hair spread out like flowing water, his body was trembling slightly, and his eyes were red.

"Evil disciple, how can you be so disobedient?"

The woman smiled evilly, pressed her knees on the ground beside his waist, and slid her fingertips over the beautiful and unparalleled texture, applying a little force. "Master, you are so high and mighty, but because of me, you fell into the mortal world. I really feel..."

Jun Yuzheng bit his lips tightly, his Adam's apple kept rolling, and the delicate skin on his jade-like body became increasingly hot.

The woman smiled evilly, and slid her slender fingers down. "Your disciple will be enchanted by your beauty!"

Jun Yuzheng trembled even more violently, his thin lips slightly opened, but he bit them tightly to prevent himself from making any sound, his silver hair was disheveled, and the corners of his eyes were red.

The woman's fingertips lightly raised her eyebrows, and her voice became more and more seductive: "Master, I really can't let go of you when you look like this now."

Jun Yuzheng remained silent, turned his head away, and just trembled, with his hands tightly gripping the floor.

The woman narrowed her cat-like eyes in displeasure, and her dragon horns and tail emerged, hitting him hard.

Jun Yuzheng felt the scorching and explosive temperature suddenly approaching his most vulnerable part. He immediately arched his body, his handsome face turned red instantly, and he groaned.

Jun Yuzheng's eyes were red, veins popped out on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth: "You...you evil disciple, you are such a scoundrel!"

The woman was busy tasting the red pill, and raised her head with an evil smile. "Master, this is not the first time that my disciple has done this to you, why are you still resisting?"

Jun Yuzheng's face turned pale, and he felt that the Taoist Master Bailong was going to be serious. His long white hair was scattered all over the ground, his neck was raised, and his handsome face was full of shame. He was angry and embarrassed. "You evil disciple, you have lost all conscience!"

The woman raised her eyebrows. "Totally heartless? Then today I will let you see what it means to be truly heartless."

The space around Taoist Master Bailong twisted, and seven incarnations broke through the air and entered.

Jun Yuzheng's narrow and long phoenix eyes were wet with tears, his handsome face was dyed jade-red, his voice was hoarse, he was panting, and he looked at the five clones helplessly.

The woman's mouth corners were harder to suppress than AK. "Master, you see so many disciples serving you, aren't you satisfied?"

Amid the sound of chains being pulled, Jun Yuzheng despairingly discovered that he was hung up again and surrounded by the incarnations.

Jun Yuzheng was surrounded, his long snow-white hair was scattered and swaying, his handsome face was flushed, his voice was hoarse, he was panting, his body was tense, his narrow phoenix eyes had shrunken pupils, tears ran down his cheeks, he looked at the seven incarnations helplessly, and finally his eyes fell on the woman.

Taoist Master Bailong was satisfied to hear Jun Yuzheng's voice which sounded like heavenly music.

The incarnations fulfilled their duties conscientiously and had their own division of labor, pushing the Immortal Lord, who once sat high and mighty on the altar, to the brink of collapse.

“Let go…let go…”

“Don’t be like this…”

"You shameless bunch of white people...!"

Another half an hour later, Jun Yuzheng collapsed in the woman's arms, and Taoist Master Bailong slowly untied the chain on his wrists.

Jun Yuzheng's face was abnormally red, his lips were cracked, and his whole body was soaked in sweat.