Master fell into evil? I took the blame for the heroine

Luo He no longer hesitated and tasted the delicious piece of meat in big mouthfuls.

After trying it for a while, he was able to pick up the tender meat with his chopsticks very well: "Now I know how to do it. I can pick it up myself and don't need to trouble you, Senior Sister Wang."

Being fed all the time is not a good thing.

Luo He felt that he still needed to be more independent.

"Then just pick some up and eat it yourself. There's still plenty of meat here." Wang Xiaoke responded.

Luo He continued to eat meat, but he felt something was wrong. He turned to look at Wang Xiaoke and found that she was looking at him. There seemed to be a bright light flashing in her beautiful red eyes.

"No, Senior Sister Wang, why are you staring at me? Eat too."

"Ah."

Wang Xiaoke coughed lightly, then raised her hand to pick up the star dragon meat with her chopsticks. As she did so, the chopsticks slipped, and the meat fell back into the pot. A helpless expression crossed her face, and a hint of helplessness shone in her eyes.

"Ah...I can't seem to hold it anymore."

As Wang Xiaoke spoke, she secretly glanced at Luo He, her red lips trembling slightly: "Can you give me a piece?"

Chapter 54: The Burning Sword Pattern

Luo He was stunned.

Senior Sister Wang can’t hold it up, so she needs him to do it for her?

When I clamped it for him just now, wasn't it very smooth and I clamped it in one go?

"Well, of course no problem."

Since Senior Sister Wang Xiaoke had helped him pick up the meat before, guiding his hands to pick up the meat and then feeding it into his mouth, he should also help Senior Sister Wang Xiaoke.

Reciprocity.

Luo He carefully picked up a piece of star dragon meat with chopsticks from the cauldron. The tender meat shimmered with an alluring sheen, its aroma filling the air. He scooped up the meat and prepared to place it in the bowl in front of Wang Xiaoke.

But when he looked at Wang Xiaoke again, the red-haired woman in front of him had her face very close to him. Her eyes were half open, and her red eyes seemed to be filled with water, sparkling with a moving light, as dazzling as gems in the sun.

"Ah~"

Wang Xiaoke opened her mouth slightly, and her pink little tongue stretched out faintly, revealing an extremely moving posture. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, as delicate as cherry blossoms, and so beautiful that it was heart-warming.

His behavior clearly expressed his intention, which was to feed it directly into her mouth.

Luo He's eye twitched.

What kind of terrible expression is this?

Senior Sister Wang, Senior Sister Wang, do you know how attractive you look now?

Gollum~

As Luo He swallowed his saliva.

A hot air rose from his dantian.

His right hand also began to feel restless.

The evil demon's right hand will magnify the desire in Luo He's heart.

"Huh...heh..."

Luo He's breathing became slightly rapid, and his hand holding the chopsticks began to tremble a little.

"Junior brother?"

Wang Xiaoke raised his head and opened his mouth for a while. Seeing that Luo He did not move, he thought that Luo He could not reach him, so he moved a little closer.

The fragrance that came closer made Luo He's right hand twitch slightly.

"Wait, Senior Sister Wang."

Clearing the distracting thoughts from his mind, Luo He exhaled, grasped his right wrist with his left hand, and then carefully put the piece of star dragon meat into Wang Xiaokou's mouth.

At this moment, he seemed to feel his heartbeat quicken, as if an electric current was running through his body.

I'm very angry now!

My body is tense.

Wang Xiaoke leaned forward slightly, gently wrapped his lips around the chopsticks, and as soon as his delicate tongue touched the piece of star dragon meat, he quickly put it into his mouth.

"Well, it is indeed delicious."

Wang Xiaoke's eyes narrowed slightly, and the blush on her face became more pronounced. She chewed the piece of star dragon meat gently, a satisfied and slightly shy smile on her lips.

Luo He stared at Wang Xiaoke, a wave of emotion welling up in her heart. She chewed the star dragon meat gently, her red lips slightly opening and closing. The oily sheen of the star dragon meat stained her rosy lips, making them appear even more translucent. With each chew, her lips shimmered with an alluring luster, like gems gleaming in the sun.

Luo He felt drawn to Wang Xiaoke and couldn't look away. His gaze involuntarily fell on Wang Xiaoke's greasy red lips, and he felt a faint urge to kiss her.

Those rosy lips seemed to hold endless temptation, as if calling him to come closer.

The lustful demonic energy within Luo He was stirred, and his inner evil thoughts were infinitely magnified. He could only feel his breathing becoming rapid. Every breath seemed to carry a hint of fiery heat, burning his heart.

"Junior brother?" Wang Xiaoke called softly, with a hint of doubt and slight nervousness in his voice.

Luo He's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his breathing became more rapid.

At this moment, he felt an irresistible urge, as if an invisible force was pushing him closer to Wang Xiaoke. His eyes flickered with complex emotions, including admiration for Wang Xiaoke, as well as a hint of uncertainty and uneasiness.

Wang Xiaoke seemed to sense Luo He's approach. She blinked frantically, but didn't move away. Her breathing quickened, and a hint of tenderness and anticipation shone through her crimson eyes. A faint blush crept across her cheeks, as delicate as a peach blossom in early spring.

This is tacit consent.

Luo He's heart skipped a beat as he realized this. His hand trembled slightly as he slowly reached out to Wang Xiaoke's face, his fingertips gently touching her skin. The soft touch seemed to leave a lingering warmth on his fingertips, stirring his heart.

Wang Xiaoke's eyes closed slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. Her lips parted slightly, and her breathing became more rapid, as if she was waiting for something. She didn't move away, nor did she speak, as if silently accepting Luo He's approach.

"call……"

Luo He's face gradually approached, he could feel Wang Xiaoke's breath, the faint fragrance filled his nostrils.

"Senior Sister Wang..." Luo He said in a low voice, with a hint of trembling and tenderness in his voice.

He continued to move closer, his heart filled with mixed emotions. At this moment, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest. The burning sensation was so intense that he couldn't help but frown, as if something was burning inside him.

There, is where the sword pattern is located.

In an instant, Luo He's whole body trembled.

Luo He's heart sank suddenly, and a thought flashed through his mind: Master, is he ill?

The burning sensation made Luo He shudder, and he regained consciousness instantly.

Luo He was triggered with a start.

Luo He coughed dryly, quickly adjusting his mood. He raised his hand to pick up the napkin on the table, smiled and said to Wang Xiaoke, "Senior Sister, there's a lot of oil on your mouth. Let me wipe it off for you."

Wang Xiaoke was stunned for a moment, a shy blush on her face.

"Oh, so that's it." She responded softly, with a hint of embarrassment and shyness in her voice.

When Luo He put away his napkin, he found that the burning sensation in his chest had also disappeared, as if it had never been there. He looked down at his chest, his heart filled with confusion and uneasiness.

Is it an illusion?

His master's illness had always been a source of worry for him, and this sudden burning sensation made him uneasy. However, the sight of Wang Xiaoke before him also made him feel an indescribable warmth and attachment.

Luo He shook his head gently, trying to put the uneasy feeling behind him. He looked up and saw Wang Xiaoke still smiling at him, tenderness and concern flashing in her red eyes.

Luo He felt warm in his heart and decided not to think about those disturbing things for the time being and focus on the good times in front of him.

"Senior Sister, let's continue eating meat." Luo He said with a smile, trying to make his voice sound steady and firm.

Wang Xiaoke nodded, a gentle smile on his face. "Yeah, okay."

At this moment, Luo He didn't know.

High in the sky, a figure was floating in the air in the distance.

It was a woman in white, her flowing white clothes swaying gently in the wind, as if merging with the world. Her gaze was as deep as the azure sky, her blue eyes fixed directly on the flying boat where Wang Xiaoke and Luo He were, a cold and stern look in her eyes.

It was Fu Xueqiong.

Chapter 55: Luo He Can't Forget His Merge with the Dog

Fu Xueqiong's face seemed perfectly sculpted, yet devoid of any warmth. Her face was expressionless, as if she were forever imbued with the coldness and indifference of an icy mountain. Even from a distance, her coldness and majesty still evoked an invisible pressure.

Her figure seemed so lonely in the sky, as if she was isolated from the whole world. Even the wind blowing past her could not break the cold aura around her.

The Iceberg Sword Immortal floated quietly in the air, like a ruthless god, watching everything in front of him.

Her gaze never left Wang Xiaoke and Luo He, a barely perceptible chill in her gaze, as if she were observing some kind of prey. Her figure seemed particularly lonely high in the sky, her white clothes fluttering in the wind, but it couldn't conceal the turmoil in her heart.

At this moment, she gently stretched out a jade hand and touched her chest.

The sword pattern on Fu Xueqiong's chest was faintly hot. The heat caused her face to twist slightly, as if she was suppressing some kind of pain. She gently pressed her fingers on the sword pattern, feeling the purple-black stripes spreading.

Fu Xueqiong's expression became more solemn, her brows slightly furrowed, and there was a hint of struggle in her eyes.

If one were to unbutton her clothes, one could clearly see the purple-black stripes on the sword pattern spreading ever wider, yet suppressed by her icy blue spiritual energy. It was as if some force was eroding her body. But her icy blue spiritual energy was desperately suppressing that force, a silent struggle raging within her body.

After waiting for a moment, seeing that Luo He was merely wiping Wang Xiaoke's mouth, Fu Xueqiong exhaled deeply, and the purple-black streaks completely vanished. She took a deep breath, and the pain on her face gradually faded, returning to her icy expression. She whispered to herself, a hint of determination in her voice, "I said I won't influence his marriage."

Fu Xueqiong raised her head slightly, a look of confusion on her face: "So what do I care about now?"

Her gaze fell on Wang Xiaoke and Luo He below again, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. She didn't understand why she cared so much about their relationship. The chill in her heart seemed to remind her of something.

She had never experienced such emotional fluctuations towards anyone before, and the inexplicable emotions in her heart made her feel confused and uneasy.

Fu Xueqiong has always been known for her calmness and self-control, but at this moment, her heart seemed to be torn apart by some invisible force, making it impossible for her to calm down.

For this reason, she didn't know why, but she followed Luo He and tried to find the answer in her heart.

"Huh..." Fu Xueqiong took a deep breath, and the cold breath turned into a wisp of white mist in the air.

Her gaze remained fixed on the flying boat below, her inner struggle becoming increasingly evident. The Iceberg Sword Immortal turned and headed back towards Tianming Mountain, repeating to herself, as if to convince herself, "I don't care. I don't care at all."

Her steps seemed a little hesitant, and every step seemed to be a silent struggle with her heart.

This tangled action clearly revealed a meaning that Luo He didn't know at the moment -

You will be in trouble if you return to Tianming Mountain!

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Luo He and Wang Xiaoke's flying boat journey finally ended, and the flying boat slowly landed on the platform in front of Piaoyun Pavilion.

The two men straightened their clothes and got off the flying boat. Waiting for them was Lin Yiyun, who was smiling widely. Her eyes swept back and forth between them with a hint of meaningful smile.

"How is it? How do you feel about the experience of this [Tianxin Double Dragon Banquet]?" Lin Yiyun asked with a smile, with anticipation glittering in his eyes.

Luo He and Wang Xiaoke looked at each other, both of their faces slightly red. Recalling the intimate interaction on the flying boat just now, a sweet and bitter feeling surged in their hearts.

Sour and sweet is me.

Soon, the two looked away again, trying to hide the fluctuations in their hearts, but the subtle emotion spread in the air.

"Well... very good." Luo He answered softly, trying to keep his tone calm.

When he saw Wang Xiaoke's charming look just now, he was driven by the evil thoughts in his heart and almost couldn't help but kiss her.

At that moment, his heart was beating fast, as if the whole world was creating a sweet atmosphere for him and Wang Xiaoke. Her watery eyes and slightly parted red lips looked particularly attractive in the sunlight, making him unable to resist.

Very moist.

For some reason, Luo He had a vague feeling in his heart that if he had really kissed her at that time, something terrible might have happened.

A sense of crisis like alertness stopped Luo He from taking any action.

At that time, the sword pattern on his chest suddenly became hot. Although the burning feeling only lasted for a moment and then disappeared, it still made his heart tremble and cold sweat broke out immediately.

"Yeah, it feels very special." Wang Xiaoke also said softly, with a slight tremor in her voice. Her eyes involuntarily looked at Luo He again, and her heart seemed to be beating like a little deer.

At that time, they were on the flying boat. Luo He came close to her and she thought she was going to be kissed.

Wang Xiaoke's face was red.

In the end, others just wanted to wipe the oil from the corners of their mouths...

Ah, wouldn’t my expression be weird at that time?

Kiss...what would it feel like to really kiss each other?