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Chapter 209: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord 28

Shi Qing did not move for a long time. Even though she could not see, she could imagine how bright the boy's eyes were, looking at her with obvious love.

Just like the dream created by Zhu Mansha.

She sat upright on the bed, her face cold, her red lips slightly parted:

"So, can you explain to me what the devil is that's in you?"

Demonic energy?

Did she still know?

Lin Zhou's body stiffened, his eyes gradually dimmed, and his fearless love was replaced by panic. His lips slightly opened, and he was speechless for a long time.

Shi Qing sat still, his face as bright as the moon showing a hint of compassion, his voice was ethereal:

"Why won't you tell me?"

The voice was unreasonably cold, and Lin Zhou hastily explained:

"I don't know. After I came out of the secret palace last time, I had more demonic energy on my body. I didn't mean to deceive Master. Please believe me!"

The woman lowered her head, her long eyelashes falling, "Secret Palace?"

"Yes, last time I was suddenly pulled into the wall, I saw a man on a coffin who was mumbling to me to let him out. I was afraid that he had bad intentions, so I didn't do what he said..."

He explained everything in detail, fearing that Shi Qing would misunderstand him.

Shi Qing frowned and thought.

After waiting for her response for a long time, Lin Zhou tried to raise his head, held Shi Qing's hands which were naturally resting on her knees, and carefully put his face against them.

"Disciple did not conceal it on purpose. Disciple was just afraid that Master would be disgusted by it. He was even more afraid that Master would expel Disciple from Snow Peak and never talk to Disciple again."

The palm of my hand was gently held, the back of my hand touched the soft and warm skin, and subtle emotions spread from my pores to every part of my body.

Shi Qing frowned and remained silent; in the dim light, the expression on his face changed from time to time.

Seeing that she did not resist, Lin Zhou was overwhelmed with surprise and could not wait to prove himself to Bing Xin:

"Even if I have demon blood, I will never harm Master and Yunqi Sect."

The fingers on his palm moved slightly, and Lin Zhou only heard an ambiguous tone from above: "Demon bloodline?"

Lin Zhou was completely defenseless and described everything he saw in the mirror, but he deliberately did not mention the woman in strange costume.

The bloodline of the Demon Lord?

Shi Qing's heart moved slightly, and the corners of his lips raised in the night, "Get up, it's cold on the ground."

The tense atmosphere dissipated with this sentence. Lin Zhou was delighted and stood up excitedly, but unexpectedly his right leg stiffened and he fell forward.

Lin Zhou leaned close to the woman's ear, the soft fragrance entered her nostrils, and she couldn't help but hold her hot breath.

The confusing scenes in the dream emerged, and Lin Zhou used the moonlight outside the window to try his best to see the woman's face and expression.

"Get up." The woman under him said without any warmth.

"Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The blood in his body rushed up and his cheeks felt hot. Lin Zhou stood up in a panic, and fumbled to tidy up his clothes and hair.

Shi Qing calmly brushed away the long hair from her face and said in a cold voice, "Come up."

"Ah?" Lin Zhou stared at her blankly. Thinking of the indescribable scene, he couldn't speak clearly, "Master, you...this disciple..."

Shi Qing sneered: "Where is the reckless courage you showed just now?"

Lin Zhou felt like a deer was beating wildly in his heart, and he grasped the corner of his clothes nervously, "Master...is this too fast?"

Although he admired his master, he had never thought of doing such an intimate thing with his master, because he always felt that if he touched his master for a little longer it would be a blasphemy and he would definitely be stabbed to death with a sword.

The confession I just made was nothing more than the accumulation of longing over many days, which burst forth in the dark night and the depth of my love.

Now that he has calmed down, he would never dare to do that again.

However, not only did the master not cut off his finger, but now...

Lin Zhou's mind uncontrollably imagined a series of beautiful scenes, and his face turned red again.

Shi Qing knew exactly what the boy was thinking, so he sneered, "Take off your shoes and coat and get up here."

"Yes, Master!"

Mixed with joy and excitement and nervous anticipation, Lin Zhou took off his boots and climbed onto the bed. Wearing only thin underwear, he knelt on the bed, at a loss as to what to do.

The boy's fingertips tightly grasped the last layer of clothes, and his voice was so shy that it could squeeze out water:

"Master, do you want to... continue taking off your clothes?"

Shi Qing ordered coldly: "Move inside..."

"Very good, lie down."

The young man lay down obediently, his hands trying to cover his body but not quite covering it, his head slightly tilted, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Under the thin inner garment was a hard and firm chest, with a heart beating wildly. However, a heavy and soft object directly covered the entire head.

Lin Zhou:?

He pinched the corner of the quilt with both hands and poked his head out, "Master?"

Separated by a distance of one person, Shi Qing lay down on the outside, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and closed his eyes calmly.

"Don't talk when you sleep. You'll have something to do tomorrow."

I thought Master wanted to...

Lin Zhou didn't know whether to feel ashamed or aggrieved for a moment. He turned his head to look at the blurry outline of the woman, his body tense and he dared not move.

The night was silent, and maintaining the same motion made his entire body numb.

Lin Zhou supported himself with his elbows, gently stood up, and covered her with his quilt. Two different auras intertwined at close range.

He slowed his breathing and lay down on his side facing the woman, his movements careful and solemn.

In the dim candlelight of the lanterns outside the palace, he depicted Shi Qing's outline and facial features inch by inch with his eyes, with a pious expression as if he was painting the most sacred and greatest painting in the world.

Master...

His thin lips moved as he repeated those two words over and over again, like a devout believer, placing the noble and inviolable God high in his heart and praying to her day and night.

The tall palace walls and halls were shrouded in thick darkness, but the bright moon hung high in the sky.

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On the second day, at Shi Qing's request, Lin Zhou disguised himself as a maid in the priest's temple and followed her closely.

Shi Qing came to Huaxin Hall as usual to practice the sacrificial dance.

Lin Zhou stood by, staring at the spinning woman unscrupulously. She took off her heavy and wide cloak, and her graceful figure spun and danced in the light, like a beautiful swan that never stops in the night.

The sacrificial ceremony was approaching, and the people in the palace were visibly busy. The group of people in the Elders' Pavilion were very picky, striving to make Shi Qing's every move, gesture, expression and tone perfect.

After a short break, there was endless practice. Even though Shi Qing was just pretending to be a teacher, their serious and rigorous attitude forced him to be familiar with every step.

Lin Zhou saw her busy and he couldn't do anything to help, so he felt so distressed that his eyes turned red.

With the beating of gongs and drums, the much-anticipated sacrificial ceremony arrived as scheduled.

The dark gate of the palace opened to both sides, and the tall round petal sedan was steadily carried by the crowd. The black gauze hung down, blocking all kinds of sight around.

Shi Qing sat upright on a soft sedan chair and was carried out of the palace by a crowd of people.

After an hour, the team arrived at their destination - Wu Yue River.

It was a long river that was fifty meters wide, with fast-flowing water and a solemn deep blue surface. In the middle of the river, there was an artificially built platform that was about ten meters higher than the water surface.

The black curtain was opened by a slender white hand. Ye Xuan, wearing a golden crown and a dark gold robe, said with a smile:

"Master Priest, we are here."

Shi Qing reached out his hand and was helped out of the sedan chair by him.

The people crowded around stretched their heads out one after another, wanting to see the true appearance of the Hades priest.

Amid the mysterious and ancient music, a tall woman slowly bent over and walked out from under a black gauze curtain, causing exclamations from the crowd.