The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Chapter 285 This is the punishment for getting lost

Xuan Yuran also discovered that his master was missing. He pulled off the rabbit mask on his face, crushed it in his hands, and his expression darkened.

The three of them finally squeezed through the crowd and gathered together.

This year is different from previous years. There is an additional float parade, and there are especially many people on the streets.

The three of them began to look for people separately.

Sheng Qingye was looking for the tall figure in the crowd. He clenched his hands tightly in anger, and there was a bright and cold light in his eyes.

He regretted that he should not have gone down the mountain for fun and should have locked the person up in Biling Peak.

Xuan Yuran squeezed through the crowd, looking around, his forehead covered with beads of sweat. He was worried that his master was in danger.

After all, Master’s cultivation has been damaged and he looks like that.

Just as grandpa said, we should bring the person back.

Tang Yixin naturally had no idea about his disciples' terrible thoughts about him. He was standing in front of a mask stall at the time. He bought a mask and replaced the fox mask on his face.

Then he ran quickly in the crowd, quickly changed his cloak and put it on. His originally white figure instantly turned dark blue.

Then, he tied up his long hair that fell to his waist, picked up a hairpin at random, and simply poked it.

A silver coin fell on the stall selling hairpins.

Although his figure and temperament have not changed, he can no longer be recognized as Tang Yixien in the crowd.

Tang Yixien looked calm and went straight to the town gate. As long as he passed through the crowd, he could walk into the woods behind.

He walked quickly in the crowd, passing by these strangers. Suddenly he felt lonely. Was he really going to leave?

No, what was he thinking, he had to go.

"Hey, sir, you stepped on my foot." At this time, a fat and big-eared man stopped Tang Yixin and smiled obscenely like a nouveau riche.

Even though Tang Yixin was wearing a mask, her figure was still good-looking. The wretched man knew at a glance that she was absolutely stunning.

"Go away."

Tang Yixien said coldly that although his cultivation was not high, he could still deal with it.

The man waved his fat hand like a bear, and more than a dozen people appeared around him and rushed towards Tang Yixin.

There were too many people and Tang Yixin didn't want to take action. Suddenly, someone grabbed him and ran out of the crowd.

Tang Yixien didn't react in time and had already run some distance after the man.

The person who was pulling him seemed to know this area very well, but before he could see the person clearly, he only saw darkness before his eyes.

He was dragged into a narrow alley by the man. The alley was dark and small, and Tang Yixien pulled away the hand that was pulling him.

He was not used to such contact with strangers.

"Chasing...running over there," the group of people ran past the alley.

Tang Yixien breathed a sigh of relief. The alley was dark and he suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance.

His heart sank. This alluring fragrance of wealth belonged to none other than Jin Xiaoxiao.

Could it be that the person pulling him was Jin Xiaoxiao?

Tang Yixien looked up and, in the dim light of the alley, he could indeed see that handsome face.

Jin Xiaoxiao moved her palm, and the Lingxi fan slowly opened up, emitting a soft light.

His amber eyes were faint, and he leaned close to Tang Yixian and whispered,

"Has the master been separated? Or is the master on the run?"

Jin Xiaoxiao was too close to him, her breath was just at his lips, but there was a wall behind him, and Tang Yixien had nowhere to hide.

He wanted to move, but his body was held back by Jin Xiaoxiao. For some reason, he felt a quiet, gentle and nourishing force on his body.

Tang Yixin didn't know if this was the power of concentration of the Lingxi fan. It turned out that the Lingxi fan had this ability.

It seems that he still doesn't know enough about Jin Xiaoxiao.

Tang Yixien didn't understand. Even though he was disguised like that, he was still recognized by Jin Xiaoxiao in the crowd.

"How did you recognize me as your master?" Tang Yixien asked in a low voice.

The two of them were very close, Tang Yixin's waist was pressed down, pressed tightly against the other, and the tips of his ears were a little red.

Jin Xiaoxiao pursed her lips slightly, reached out and took off Tang Yixin's mask, looked at the incredibly beautiful face under the mask, and the hair bun she had never seen before, she felt like her master was in a different league.

"Master, your aura and this phoenix mask are too eye-catching."

Tang Yixien looked at the mask in Jin Xiaoxiao's hand and couldn't help but sigh.

The mask is in the shape of a red phoenix. Not only is it red, but it also has shining gold powder on it. The long tail is flying in the air, which looks lifelike and is particularly eye-catching.

He didn't pay any attention when he bought it and just picked up one that he liked.

At this moment, Jin Xiaoxiao whispered in his ear with a light and gentle voice,

"Master's waist and figure, this disciple will not be mistaken."

The voice next to his ear was so moving that Tang Yixien's heart trembled slightly.

Jin Xiaoxiao looked at Tang Yixien, who looked a little lost, and felt a pang in her heart. Is he really leaving?

His palms gradually clenched.

"This is the punishment for Master getting lost," he said softly but forcefully.

The kiss came unexpectedly, with that unique faint fragrance, soft and elegant.

Tang Yixien wanted to turn his head away, but his chin was held by the other party without him noticing.

Gentle but unable to move, Tang Yixien seemed to be frozen by the tenderness.

There is that lingering feeling on the lips, as if it is easy to make people forget everything, as if they are entangled by something.

"Xiaoxiao..." He murmured in a low voice, but his body was unable to move.

This was an irresistible obsession, and Jin Xiaoxiao's slightly cool fingertips brushed across the back of her neck.

Jin Xiaoxiao was obsessed with the kiss, unable to extricate herself. He felt more and more unsatisfied. He wanted more, but he didn't dare.

Tang Yixin was almost completely unable to move, and felt as if his spiritual consciousness was suppressed.

Until he shook his head slightly, and a light wind started to blow around him. His cultivation was not high, and such a wind formation could only express his resistance.

The phoenix mask fell at the feet, and under the illumination of the Lingxi fan, it flashed a reddish light.

Jin Xiaoxiao's breathing became more and more unstable. He let go of Tang Yixian and looked at his warm eyes that were kissed.

"Master, don't think about leaving. No matter where you run to, I will find you." His voice was soft but contained a hint of warning.

Jin Xiaoxiao was undoubtedly angry. He knew that his master wanted to leave. Such deliberate planning must have made him determined.

But he was angry, but it was not visible on the surface. It was just that the spiritual power around him was controlling Tang Yixin.

Tang Yixin even felt for a moment that Jin Xiaoxiao was actually much more terrifying than Sheng Qingye.

As long as you don't provoke him, Jin Xiaoxiao will be a gentle and elegant gentleman.

Is it because he's leaving?

In the narrow alley, the two looked at each other.

Tang Yixien didn't say anything, but just lowered his eyes. He didn't know whether he was feeling sad or an unspeakable reluctance.

He returned to his original world. Could he catch up with me?