The Sword Master Undressed His Old Enemy After Being Poisoned

Wangchen, the peerless swordsman, was poisoned by a strange poison. He escaped into the mountains with his sword, but in a desperate situation, he encountered the most difficult enemy in his life - Leng Qianyu. There is poison in front of you that will burn your body, and your reason will collapse; Later, they faced each other with swords and swords, and old enemies surrounded them. But the young man who always said he wanted to take his life was careless at the most critical moment and committed himself to become his life-saving medicine. When the hot breath intertwined, even the cold sword became hot. It's a pity that a generation of pure cultivators fell into the world of mortals overnight and can no longer live without eating the fireworks of the world. ————Pre-received article———— "I Wanted to Use You as an Antidote" [Good, wild and silly apprentice × Beautiful fairy with a hard mouth and a soft heart] Ling Shuang, a big shot in the world of cultivation, has an immortal face and a blade-level temper. It just so happens that such a person has accepted a stupid apprentice. The whole world is in pity. Ling Shuang thought it was pretty good: that guy had clean features and was hard-working. The key was that he was just stupid enough. Why accept it? On the fifteenth day of every month, my heart aches. If you can't survive it, use your apprentice to tide you over. He is the "medicine" he keeps for himself. As a result, on the night of the 15th, I had severe pain in my head. As soon as the door opened, the apprentice came. The end of his eyes were blood red, he pulled the person over and held him down, almost mute and said, "Hold me." The apprentice was stunned for a second, then put his arms around him. Everyone in the world said that Mo Li had a good life and was accepted as a disciple by Grandmaster Ling. Only Li Qiye knew that on the fifteenth day of every month, the master came out of seclusion, his lips were as white as paper, and he insisted on scolding him to "get lost". After scolding, the tips of my ears turned red quietly. That night when it rained heavily, he took the medicine and knocked on the door. The jade crown rolled down, and the green silk covered the pillow. The word "Go" was shouted hoarsely and charmingly. He didn't retreat. The next second, the world was spinning, and he was pressed hard into the couch. His breath was as hot as a soldering iron, the man's eyes were frighteningly red, and he was still gritting his teeth: "Do you want to die?" He didn't answer, just put his hands on his neck. Purpose: Break the shackles of identity and past, and rebuild yourself in desperate situations