Nanga didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either.

This is very different from the previous life.

The two returned to the Northern Border General's Mansion one after another. After updating Xuanyuan Mingchen and Chi Ao, the two princes simultaneously dispatched their troops. What happened next was no longer Yan Miaoling's responsibility. As an excellent general, if he couldn't win a battle when all the members of the enemy's royal family were dead, he would be a waste.

The Imperial Master’s Mansion in the capital.

Not long after Nanjia passed away, something happened to the Great Zhao Emperor, so this place remained untouched and no one ordered it to be reclaimed. The disciples diligently cleaned it up every day. Suddenly, "Master Uncle?"

Jingchen's face showed surprise and joy, but not fear. "Uncle Master! Wuuwuwu..." he cried, hugging the cold and noble Nanjia. They were the closest to the Buddha, and knew some strange things. The fact that Uncle Master could come back after his death was not difficult to accept...

As he was crying, his eyes swept over Yan Miaoling who was behind Nanjia, "Oh, Uncle Master, you must be busy. I won't disturb you anymore. Please come in."

Yan Miaoling gave him a look of approval, saying he was so sensible.

Nanjia's room, dominated by yellow, white, and gray, is pristine and pure, untouched by dust. Like someone slowly stripping off their clothes...

He turned his back to her and first took off his outer robe, revealing his smooth and firm back. His white jade-like skin shone, like a porcelain doll, making people reluctant to desecrate it.

After taking off his shirt, only long white trousers remained, which made his legs look straight and slender, and outlined his waist-to-hip ratio very well.

Yan Miaoling didn't say anything, just wait and see how far he could go.

Oh!

That's right, she said she wanted to sleep with him, just for revenge. To pay him back for his ungratefulness in his previous life. They say it's easy for a woman to pursue a man, but she had been pursuing him for three years with no results.

He would rather be reincarnated than receive any response from me.

The person in front of her didn't hear her say anything to stop him, so he just continued to take off his clothes. His pants seemed to have a spirit, floating down to the ground on their own, and then his underwear...

For a moment, Yan Miaoling felt embarrassed and wanted to just let it go.

However, the silence of the person in front of her made her misunderstand that he was reluctant. He was still reluctant, after two lifetimes...

But if there is no love, why give me the merit beads?

At that time, she had no memory of her previous life. All she had was respect and gratitude for Nanga, and awe that prevented her from having any romantic feelings and from offending the other person in the slightest.

Now, she curled her lips into a smile.

All your clothes are off, I don't care!

The same smooth skin, but with shiny black hair that cascades down naturally... and a slender, graceful figure, unlike the muscular, masculine figure in the previous figure...

They are both white, but there are differences between men and women after all.

The gray curtains intertwined with the white gauze inside, just enough to cover the male features of the person on the bed. He seemed to have accepted his fate, allowing a cunning fox to push him down with ease, and then the perfect female body covered him.

The tingling sensation on his chin and forehead made his heart waver again.

Return to secular life, become a monk, return to secular life, become a monk...

If Nanjia were given a coin right now, he would foolishly flip it and let the coin decide. But obviously, he didn't have one now. He also didn't have the energy to prepare any divination items.

hiss~

The restless little hands were all over the body, caressing wantonly.

He opened his beautiful eyes wide, watching her, arousing and teasing her. A complex mix of emotions filled his eyes. On one hand, he was becoming a Buddha, on the other, a demon. This was the most difficult moment of his life, after more than ten thousand years of cultivation.

The red lotus flower seemed to sense its owner's distress and turned bright red, almost flying out...

Suddenly, a soft kiss landed on his forehead, causing him to close his eyes excitedly, his long trembling eyelashes betraying his inner panic.

The defenses he had just built up collapsed again. He thought, let it be, just consider it as repaying her. In the past life, he had failed her deep love.

Yan Miaoling's eyes flashed with the pleasure of revenge, and she nestled her head into his neck. Their skin pressed against each other, their breaths mingling through their noses. He could sense her softness, and she could sense the strength and stiffness of his body.

If we ignore the ignorant veil...

She leaned close to his ear, whispering, yet also accusing, "Why don't you look at me~~" The voice was so lingering that it seemed as if water could drip out. What she was thinking was that if she didn't have the memory of her past life, it would really be difficult for her to be so open and honest with a man~~

But she did not regret it, and was very satisfied that the other party closed his eyes in fear when she tore off the last piece of clothing on her body.

The person under him was trying so hard to endure it that his whole body was tense.

She still refused to let go, her hands stroking and tracing his face. His eyes, his lips, his jaw, his Adam's apple... But she didn't reach the last step...

The whisper sounded again, "Don't you want to see me?"

This kind of treatment is something that the other men haven't had yet. If you don't cherish it...

Nanjia said nothing, but the sweat on his forehead betrayed him. A certain woman, misinterpreting the words, leaned up slightly, "Oh, so the Imperial Master likes this tune..."

"Swish!" She hooked his belt, and flexibly wrapped her fingers around his eyes. Finally, she blew ambiguously on Nanjia's face. The warm breath and the darkness in front of her made Nanjia's body tense to the extreme.

Somewhere it was lifted up suddenly.

He broke his vow.

Yes, having inappropriate thoughts about a woman was already a sign that he had broken his vow. Previously, in heaven, during the three years of seduction and temptation, he had been able to remain calm and unmoved...

He was vaguely looking forward to it, but also felt ashamed.

After more than ten thousand years of practice, this shouldn't be the case.

He didn't want to take the initiative, he wanted the other party to find a reason for him.

Yan Miaoling saw through him. She followed his wishes and said, "Okay, if you don't take the initiative, I'll do it~~"

Then, take the initiative to kiss his face, neck, chest...

She even pulled his hand over her key. When she felt him shudder like an electric shock but didn't flinch, her tormenting thoughts were deeply satisfied...

Next, she took him and did everything she could.

When she could clearly feel someone's breathing becoming unstable, a slight hoarseness coming out of their throat, and a burning sensation somewhere about to erupt, she stopped abruptly.

He got out of bed, beckoned, and his clothes were sucked closer. He turned around and put them on.

Tie your hair up and go.

"National Master, today's discussion ends here..."

Someone got anxious and ripped off the binding on his eyes. He half sat up and asked in a puzzled tone, "Why?"

Before disappearing, the woman casually waved her hand, "I'm leaving this to my future husband!" She was Princess Ling'er, but she was also a modern-day Yan Miaoling. She had managed to stay within her bounds amidst so many suitors, so how could she give herself up so easily?

Nanjia lowered his eyes, his heart grumbling. Although he had only been in heaven for two hours, he had missed so much...

He is no longer unique.

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