C19 This Is How Villains Are Raised

Zhedan was obviously not a quiet man. He had been sitting at the table quite seriously, one hand resting on his chin, the other tapping lightly on the table from time to time.

However, this lasted for less than a quarter of an hour. There was a smile on his face and his eyes fell on Qiao Sheng's protruding Adam's apple. His gaze became deep. Zhedan stood up and slowly walked in front of Qiao Sheng. Seeing that Qiao Sheng was still meditating and had no intention of paying attention to him, Zhedan smiled indifferently. Suddenly, he pressed down on Qiao Sheng's shoulder with one hand and pressed him down on the bed. The moment Qiao Sheng opened his eyes, his other hand had already touched it, blocking Qiao Sheng's line of sight.

Zhedan lowered his head and opened his mouth to hold Qiao Sheng's Adam's apple. After hearing Qiao Sheng's muffled groan, Zhedan's smile widened in his eyes. He changed his position and gently bit and licked Qiao Sheng's neck.

Qiao Sheng tried to push Zhedan, but when he realized that he couldn't move him, he gave up on struggling. He turned his head, revealing a white neck, and said without any fluctuations in his tone, "If you want to suck blood, hurry up. Don't disturb my rest."

Zhedan raised his head and caressed Qiao Sheng's thin lips. There was a trace of sadness in his eyes. "Do I only suck your blood in your eyes?"

"Isn't that so?" Qiao Sheng asked.

"Of course not..."

Zhedan picked up Qiao Sheng and the two of them changed seats. Qiao Sheng sat on Zhedan's lap and Qiao Sheng gave him a puzzled look.

Zhedan grabbed Qiao Sheng's hand and placed it under him. Qiao Sheng wanted to pull his hand back, but Zhedan held it tightly.

The wound on Qiao Sheng's chest had not fully healed yet, and his face was slightly pale. At this moment, his expression became even uglier. He said coldly, "Let me go."

"No." A faint smile hung on the corner of Zhedan's mouth as he breathed heavily into Qiao Sheng's ear. He deliberately lowered his voice and whispered in Qiao Sheng's ear, "You actually joined hands with your disciple to hurt me. Tell me, how should I settle this score, hmm?"

Qiao Sheng could feel the thing in his hand getting hotter and bigger. His expression did not change as he looked at Zhedan and said, "So didn't I let you suck my blood?"

"I don't want to suck your blood," Zhedan chuckled softly. "I want to fuck you."

It was terrifyingly straightforward and aggressive.

Qiao Sheng rejected him without even thinking. Just as he was about to get up and leave, Zhedan saw this and held onto Qiao Sheng's waist, allowing him to sit steadily on Zhedan's lap. Separated by a few layers of cloth, Zhedan fiercely pushed upwards. As expected, Qiao Sheng's expression changed and he frowned as he stared at Zhedan. Zhedan had no doubt that if Qiao Sheng could defeat him, he would have already been beaten half to death by Qiao Sheng.

Unfortunately, even though his strength was continuously weakening, his strength was still far above that of Qiao Sheng, who was at Mahayana Stage.

Strength was the existence that could crush everything. Zhedan untied Qiao Sheng's belt and hung his clothes on his shoulder. Qiao Sheng's body was very beautiful, his waist was very thin, and his skin was smooth and exquisite. Zhedan licked the corner of his mouth and looked at Qiao Sheng affectionately. Then, he lowered his head and kissed his thin lips.

Qiao Sheng sneered in his heart and opened his mouth. His two tongues intertwined, and the ambiguous sound of water rang in their ears.

...

Qiao Sheng fell asleep from exhaustion. Zhedan got up and put on his clothes. He looked at Qiao Sheng with a complicated gaze, then jumped out of the window. A moment later, he returned to his room and saw a red afterimage flash past. Accompanied by an ear-piercing scream, the corpse of a bat appeared on the ground. Zhedan snorted coldly, raised his sleeves and waved them casually. The bat on the ground disappeared without a trace.

"You really overestimate yourself..." After Zhedan finished speaking, his figure also disappeared in an instant. Only the window was still slightly shaking.

Qiao Sheng, who was on the bed, opened his eyes and smelled the almost imperceptible smell of blood in the air. He pursed his lips and said to the system, "Tell me about Zhedan's character information."

The system was silent for three seconds before answering Qiao Sheng, "I'm sorry, Mr. Qiao, but I don't have enough energy to know about Zhedan's personal information."

Qiao Sheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did Zhedan transmigrate?"

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Qiao." This time, the system was silent for a full three minutes before replying to Qiao Sheng. The system's tone, which had never changed for thousands of years, had a trace of fatigue in it. It said, "Sorry, Mr. Qiao, I can't find out."

"Tsk..." Qiao Sheng said in disdain, "What else can you find out?"

... "" The system said, "I can find out that Hsiang Lanxuan is dying in the west mountain of this town."

"Heh..." The corner of Qiao Sheng's mouth twitched. He endured the discomfort and supported his body to get up. He put on his clothes and called Ye Qingming.

His face was extremely pale. When Ye Qingming asked him what was going on, Qiao Sheng shook his head and said, "Come with me to the west mountain and find an opportunity to kill him."

Ye Qingming did not leave and said, "Master, you are not feeling well. Hsiang Lanxuan can kill you another day..."

"Pah!"

Qiao Sheng slapped Ye Qingming's face, but Qiao Sheng's expression was even uglier than Ye Qingming's. His eyes were filled with indifference as he said, "Ye Qingming, are you trying to disobey me?"

"Disciple doesn't dare." Ye Qingming's eyes flashed as he lowered his head. There was not a single trace of dissatisfaction or complaint on his face, instead, he looked extremely lonely, "But Master..."

"No buts." Qiao Sheng could not hide the exhaustion in his eyes. "Go and kill Hsiang Lanxuan."

"Yes, Master," Ye Qingming bit his lower lip and replied dejectedly.

Qiao Sheng thought that this was definitely a good opportunity to kill Hsiang Lanxuan. His first mission was finally about to be completed, but the reality was different from what Qiao Sheng had imagined.

They had not yet reached the western hills when they saw a flash of multicolored light, and a great black cloud began to gather in the sky. Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a deafening roar of thunder.

This was Hsiang Lanxuan attracting the Purple Underground Profound Bomb. Qiao Sheng's expression was serious as he hurriedly rushed to the west mountain with Ye Qingming. It was actually another secret realm. The secret realm was very unstable, and the ground beneath their feet was shaking. The entrance to the secret realm was closing, and there seemed to be a force inside. Several people were pushed out from inside. Qiao Sheng glanced at a familiar face. After Zhou Xiyue was pushed out, she turned around and wanted to enter the secret realm, but was stopped by others. Zhou Xiyue cried out, "Let go of me, let me in! Lanxuan was still inside! He would die, he would die! Let me in!"

Hearing that, Qiao Sheng and Ye Qingming looked at each other, and the two of them flew towards the entrance that could only allow one person to pass through. Qiao Sheng came in first, turned his head, and wanted to pull Ye Qingming, but just as he turned around, the secret realm closed with a bang.

... "" Qiao Sheng stared expressionlessly at the seamless entrance and slowly spat out two words, "Very good."

Perhaps the system also found the scene very dramatic. It said, "Mr. Qiao, don't be too angry. There is no time limit. You will have a chance."

"Why would I be angry?" Qiao Sheng smirked, "Yes, I still have a chance."

So the first thing he had to do now was to save Hsiang Lanxuan. Ye Qingming was not here, and if Hsiang Lanxuan died accidentally, his mission would fail.

Originally, he had brought Ye Qingming here to kill someone, but now it had turned into saving someone.

"Very good." Qiao Sheng's eyes were cold. He looked around in a bad mood. All around him were bare and clean walls. The damp air was mixed with a faint smell of blood. The light was not very good, and the entire environment was cold and damp.

He took two steps forward and suddenly felt something soft under his feet. It felt like he was stepping on a body. Qiao Sheng looked down and saw Hsiang Lanxuan lying on the ground in a sorry state, unconscious.

Qiao Sheng wanted to kill Hsiang Lanxuan at this moment, but unfortunately, he did not have the right to do so.

Qiao Sheng had a complicated expression on his face. He clenched and unclenched his fists. In the end, he bent down and picked Hsiang Lanxuan up, walking along the light.