Looking at the scene in front of him, Xiao Ting suddenly lost his composure. Even though he had now broken through the bottleneck of the Emperor's Realm and his soul had been sublimated, he was still a little flustered at this moment.

The beauty, who was only half a foot away from him, was naked and shy, but she had a serious look on her face as she wiped her chest.

The virgin fragrance that penetrated his nostrils seemed to have penetrated into Xiao Ting's heart, making him unable to remain calm anymore.

However, after experiencing the previous illusion, Xiao Ting finally restrained his body's restlessness and turned his right hand.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly rolled in, and instantly turned into a white cloud, covering the entire room. Xiao Ting took the opportunity to withdraw from his body, and before Saint Miao Miao could react, he had already put on his clothes and body

The internal fire flashed and evaporated the water stains on the body surface without burning his clothes at all.

Then, Xiao Ting turned his back and waved again, and Miao Miao suddenly exclaimed.

Her naked body was gently lifted out of the tub by an invisible force, and the bath towel that had originally fallen outside was draped over her body again, covering her beautiful figure.

After doing all this, Xiao Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Xiao Ting took a deep breath of the cool night air to calm himself down.

Turning around, he looked at Miaomiao who had just come out of the bath. The skin exposed outside the bathrobe was so white that it glowed in the moonlight.

Xiao Ting said helplessly: "Well, Miaomiao, you don't have to do this. We just met today. There is no need for you to humiliate yourself and serve me in order to fulfill the so-called saintly duties."

Miao Miao was still blushing, but at this moment she shook her head stubbornly and said: "As a saint, Miao Miao's lifelong mission is to wait for the arrival of the Holy Lord. I do this completely out of sincerity, without any grievances.

!”

Xiao Ting looked at Miao Miao's clear and stubborn eyes and didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.

After a while, Xiao Ting rubbed his forehead and said feebly: "Well, let me call you Miao Miao? In fact, I still have doubts about me becoming the so-called Holy Master of your Saint Clan. Is there no one in the Saint Clan?

Do you have any doubts about my identity? You haven’t even seen the poison-avoiding bead, yet you have decided that I am the Holy Lord you have been waiting for for thousands of years? Isn’t that a little too hasty?”

Miao Miao said with certainty: "When the ancient bell rings eighteen times in a row, it must be the appearance of the poison-avoiding pearl and the appearance of the Holy Lord! This is the motto of our Holy Clan passed down from ancient times, and no one can doubt it!"

Looking at Miao Miao's serious face, Xiao Ting sighed and said, "Okay. Even if this is the ancient motto of the Holy Clan, have you ever thought about whether your so-called Holy Lord is willing to come?

What if he takes on this responsibility? What if he insists on going his own way, insists on leaving the Holy Clan, and does not want to be the Holy Master?"

Miaomiao frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said: "Whether you want it or not, you are our Holy Lord! Even if you don't want to stay in our Holy Clan, you can leave at any time. However, our faith is important to us.

The reverence for the Holy Lord will never change. And as a saint, I will always serve the Holy Lord..."

Before Miaomiao could finish speaking, Xiao Ting quickly interrupted: "Stop! I understand!"

Looking at the innocent yet stubborn saint Miao Miao in front of him, Xiao Ting felt helpless.

As a normal man, Xiao Ting could not be indifferent to Miao Miao's advances.

After all, Miaomiao is one of a kind in terms of appearance and figure, with a beauty that will overwhelm the country. Especially her pure eyes, which make men have a desire to conquer.

But Xiao Ting's reason still told him that it couldn't be done.

I have already failed Chu Yao, and I really don’t want Miao Miao in front of me to make the same mistake again.

Xiao Ting calmed down, and when he raised his eyes again, he said to Miao Miao in a calm tone: "I understand what you mean. But I don't know what kind of responsibilities I should perform as a Holy Master. What's more, I still have my own

Things need to be done, and it is impossible to stay in the Saint Clan for a long time. So..."

Xiao Ting's intention is self-evident, that is, he wants to get rid of the title of Holy Lord. After all, he has not yet avenged his great revenge, and he still needs to continuously improve his strength to gain enough power to compete with Jiang Taixu. Therefore, it is impossible for him to

Having become the holy master of some holy clan, he stayed and lived a life above ten thousand people.

When Miaomiao heard this, she immediately lowered her head and fell silent. After a while, she muttered: "Did Miaomiao do something bad that made the Holy Lord dissatisfied? If so, Miaomiao can change it! As long as

The Holy Lord said, Miaomiao is willing to do anything!"

As he said that, he raised his head, and two lines of clear tears ran down Miao Miao's delicate face. A pair of eyes looked at Xiao Ting with sparkling eyes, which made Xiao Ting feel heartbroken.

It has to be said that when such a pure and beautiful Miao Miao speaks such words, even a hard-hearted person will probably turn into soft-hearted people in an instant.

Xiao Ting waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No, it's not that you didn't do well, but that I really have my own difficulties! I have reasons to leave. If, I mean if, something happens to you or the Saints

If I can help, then I will definitely do whatever I can do. However, as for the position of Holy Lord, I think I am really not suitable for it."

Miao Miao's eyes dimmed for a moment, then she nodded and said softly: "I understand, Lord Holy Lord. Since Lord Holy Lord does not need me to serve you, then Miao Miao will go back first!"

Listening to Miaomiao's heartbreaking voice, Xiao Ting opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but in the end he didn't speak. He looked at Miaomiao cruelly, turned around, and walked out the door feeling lonely.

But Miaomiao had just taken two steps when she suddenly stumbled and was about to fall to the ground.

Xiao Ting was startled for a moment, but he still moved his feet and held Miaomiao's delicate body firmly in his arms, not letting her fall to the ground.

Because Saint Miaomiao lost her life Gu, she lost all her cultivation, causing her body to be much weaker than that of a normal woman. In addition, she had already stood in front of the trial tower and waited for a whole day and night.

After a long time, at this moment, Xiao Ting was rejected ruthlessly again. Frustrated, he suddenly couldn't hold on and fainted.

As Miao Miao lost consciousness, she could no longer use her delicate hands covering the bath towel. The white bath towel slid down her delicate body. So at this moment, Xiao Ting hugged Miao Miao's naked delicate body.

In my arms.

This nephrite jade was warm and fragrant in my arms, and I felt the wonderful touch that Miao Miao's delicate skin brought to me. Xiao Ting's originally calm heart began to beat wildly again.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Ting closed his eyes, carried the unconscious Miaomiao to the bed, and carefully covered her beautiful body with a quilt. Only then did Xiao Ting dare to open his eyes.

Looking at Miaomiao's rather pale pretty face, Xiao Ting frowned.

Logically speaking, as a saint of the Miao ethnic group, not to mention her cultivation and strength, she must be the highest among the entire tribe, but she should not be like Miao Miao, whose physical fitness is inferior to that of ordinary people!

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Xiao Ting hesitated, reached out and grabbed Miao Miao's jade-white right wrist, and began to diagnose her pulse.

But the more he went through the diagnosis, the tighter Xiao Ting's brows furrowed.

How could the pulse of Saint Miaomiao be so weak? And she seems to know how to practice, and her cultivation level is not low, but I don’t know why her body is so weak now?

Xiao Ting was puzzled, so he asked in his heart: "Queen Suosuo, what's going on with this saint Miaomiao? From what I told her, her cultivation level is quite good, but why is her body so weak?

Will the quality be so poor? That it will lead to overwork and coma!?"

Suosuo said angrily: "What? Are you feeling distressed now? Didn't you act like you were rejecting people thousands of miles away just now? Are you starting to worry about her so soon?"

Xiao Ting listened to Suosuo's jealous words and couldn't help but smile slightly and said: "Master Suosuo is jealous?"

Suosuo said angrily: "Am I jealous? Xiao Ting, do you think too highly of yourself? Are you kidding me, will I be jealous of you? Even if you want this saint girl now, I won't have any objection at all!

"

"Oh? I suddenly feel that this Saint Miao Miao is gentle and lovely, and she is completely obedient to me, the Holy Master. Otherwise, I will reluctantly accept her as my little wife!" Xiao

Ting muttered to himself.

"How dare you!" The lock's voice rose several times in an instant.

"Haha!" Xiao Ting laughed, and then said: "I was joking!"

After locking the lock, he realized that he was a little out of sorts, so he said angrily: "Xiao Ting, just wait for me!"

Having said that, he let Xiao Ting call him no matter how he called and stopped paying attention to him.

Xiao Ting was helpless, looking at Miaomiao who was pale on the bed and biting her red lips, and felt a headache for a moment.

Not knowing why Miao Miao's body was so weak, Xiao Ting did not dare to treat her rashly, so he had to hold her tender little hand and send a soft soul energy to help her sort out her meridians and regulate her body.

After half an hour passed like this, Xiao Ting saw that Miao Miao's face became a little rosier and her breathing became much calmer.

Xiao Ting breathed a sigh of relief, let go of Miaomiao's hand, thought about it, walked to the door, and picked up the white bath towel.

Smelling the faint body fragrance on it, Xiao Ting folded it and placed it on the table nearby.

After doing all this, Miao Chan'er, who had disappeared, suddenly tiptoed to Xiao Ting's door. Seeing that the door was not closed, he looked inside.

"Come in, the door is not closed!" Xiao Ting said weakly.

After hearing this, Miao Chan'er walked into Xiao Ting's room and saw Miao Miao lying on the bed at a glance. Under her perception, she naturally knew that the person under the quilt was naked, so she blushed slightly and mumbled.

: "You have already..."

Miao Chan'er was really embarrassed to say the rest.

Xiao Ting rolled his eyes and said, "We have nothing! Miao Miao was too weak, so she fainted. You came back just in time. Come and see, why is her body so weak?"

After hearing this, Miao Chan'er walked to the bed and looked at this contemporary saint who looked exactly like her, and couldn't help feeling a little strange.

But after a while, Miao Chan'er's expression changed.

Xiao Ting was surprised to find that Miao Chan'er, who had always been as gentle as water, showed an angry expression for the first time, even with a trace of murderous intent.

"Who is so cruel that he took away her life Gu?"
Chapter completed!