Before Becoming the White Moonlight

Main text concluded. [Whimsical Goddess Official & Highly Skilled True Fragrance Diviner]

Yan Zhu has low spiritual power, low cultivation, and a lazy disposition. She lives alone in the ...

Chapter 74

Chapter 74

The house is elegantly furnished in the mountains, spotless and with just the right amount of light. A half-person-high mirror reflects a graceful figure on the carved bed, and the woman's gauze dress is shimmering with gold.

But what was even more eye-catching was the woman's misty face, covered with layers of mist, like a flower covered with dew in the mountains.

Qingxuan looked at the slender hands wrapped around his waist, his eyes dim, more of helplessness and restraint, his big hands restrained Yanzhu's next move.

"Come any closer, and you'll regret it."

"What?"

Yan Zhu's drowsy will was filled with a hint of desire. Her red lips climbed up, rubbing against his broad chest, all the way up, and across the man's tense Adam's apple...

Qingxuan's breathing became heavier.

The vague touch made him lose his mind.

"I won't regret it."

Yanzhu stroked Qingxuan's ears and jaw with both hands.

Qingxuan placed his big hand on the back of the woman's neck and pinned her head to his chest, stopping her movements while breathing secretly to calm the fire that had been aroused.

"It's just the medicinal properties of the ylang-ylang incense. It will be fine after a while."

She was not conscious, and he could not take advantage of her.

Qingxuan: "The effect of Yilanxiang will wear off soon, just hold on a little longer."

Qingxuan closed his eyes and held the person down steadily until Yanzhu heard a soft moan. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he quickly let go and looked down.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhu rushed forward, and he fell onto the couch after feeling dizzy.

Qingxuan's pupils shrank slightly, as if he was in disbelief. When he reacted, Yanzhu was already holding his face and sucking it gently. He felt a wave of itchiness and an indescribable restlessness suddenly arose somewhere in his body.

"No, Yanzhu."

Yan Zhu sensed the man's abnormality, and with her red lips pressed against his earlobe, she exhaled a sweet orchid scent, like the most alluring demon: "You want it too, don't you?"

"Bang--"

The vase on the table shattered on the spot due to the violent shock of the owner's sea of ​​consciousness, just like the man's will, collapsing.

When their eyes met, Yan Zhu was about to proceed to the next action, but unexpectedly, the world spun again the next second and the two of them had switched positions.

Qingxuan looked at the misty autumn eyes of the woman under him, and the string called rationality in his mind instantly broke. He leaned over and held the woman's breath.

The air is scorching hot.

All the gasps that Yanzhu made due to unbearable pain were swallowed by the man.

Qingxuan: "Who am I?"

The movements were urgent and forceful, and Yan Zhu felt as if all the air in her lungs had been sucked out.

“Hmm…”

"who I am?"

Yan Zhu was in the storm brought to her by the man, her consciousness kept floating between the clouds and the abyss, and she could not hear what the other party said at all.

Qingxuan was not in a hurry when he didn't get a reply. Even though his forehead was covered with sweat, the man just kissed her lips, sucked on them continuously, stared at Yanzhu's face, and continued to ask.

"who I am?"

Thanks to the man's initiative, Yanzhu's physical discomfort was relieved, but because of this pause, it surged up again like a tide, sweeping across her sea of ​​consciousness. After the counterattack, a soft moan escaped from her lips, and she wanted more.

Yan Zhu got a moment to breathe, slowly opened her eyes, and looked at the restrained gaze of the man above her.

"Hmm? Who am I?"

Qingxuan touched the woman's hot face, his voice was mellow, and Yanzhu's ears felt itchy.

"Qingxuan..."

"Do you want it?"

Yanzhu bit her lip and nodded.

The man chuckled at the words and quickly made a hand gesture to tidy up the woman's messy clothes. Under her puzzled gaze, he said, "You think I don't want to? But not in this situation, huh? What I want is for you to belong to me again when you are sober, completely and totally."

The man spoke slowly, "Otherwise, given your personality, you'll definitely pretend to have forgotten everything. Wouldn't that be a big loss for me?"

Yan Zhu blinked her almond-shaped eyes. It had come to this... It was simply unbearable to watch. Who was the one who was losing out?!

The woman moved impatiently, and when the man was adjusting his clothes, she threw him down again and said with a smile: "Could it be that Qingxuan Divine Lord... likes this..."

The moment Yanzhu reached down, Qingxuan stopped her. The man's expression was unclear, but his slightly trembling voice revealed his stiffness and forbearance.

"I prefer it this way."

"?"

When Qingxuan waved his sleeves, the two of them arrived in the mirror world in an instant.

What comes into view is a lush green meadow and the cold pond in it.

The cold water eased her restlessness, and Yan Zhu regained some of her sanity. She frowned and looked towards the dusk, where the moonlight was pouring down. "What is this place?"

The man smiled briefly and frowned. "Don't worry, you're safe in my place in the human world. We're in the mirror world now. The water here isn't deep enough to help you alleviate the effects of the ylang-ylang incense."

Qingxuan's voice was a little hoarse. Yanzhu noticed something strange happening on the man's body and turned her face away quickly as if she had been electrocuted.

Seeing this, the man let out a short laugh from his throat, which sounded like a whisper, but also resentful.

"Yanzhu, I knew it. Fortunately, I didn't do what you wanted just now."

Yanzhu: ...

As if accusing someone, Qingxuan continued, "Why, are you regretting it now? Are you scared?"

"No...you're overthinking it."

Yan Zhu faced the cold gaze from above her head and carefully considered her words, "Since this place has existed for a long time, why didn't you bring me here from the beginning?"

Qing Xuan said indifferently, "The God has learned to turn the tables."

"?"

"The God Lord couldn't wait to pester me as soon as he entered the room, not giving me any chance."

“…”

Qingxuan's eyes scanned Yanzhu's face carefully, and he found that the other party's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his expression turned cold. He said, "Why, you can't remember it? I don't mind helping the God to recall, but I'm afraid that the God will forget things more often, and I will suffer a lot."

The man held the woman's thin shoulders with his hands.

As Yan Zhu soaked in the pond water, the medicinal effects of the ylang-ylang incense dissipated, and she felt that her energy and spirit had recovered by a third.

So she rolled her eyes and reached out to slap Qingxuan's hand away.

"Snap——" with considerable force.

Qingxuan raised an eyebrow: "It seems to be recovering well, but... throw it away after use?"

“Watch your wording.”

"What's wrong?"

Unbeknownst to her, the blush on Yan Zhu's cheeks, which had just faded, shone again: "Don't talk nonsense..."

"Oh."

Although Qingxuan had already expected the woman's "turning his back on her" attitude, he subconsciously didn't want to see the woman retreat.

Yan Zhu was about to say something when a shadow fell over her head. The next second, she felt a cold touch on her lips, followed by a series of light bites.

It was obvious that the man's movements in the temple were immature and unruly, with only primitive biting drives. Now his movements are skillful and with moderate strength, which makes people gradually sink into it.

The heat that had subsided in Yanzhu's body began to stir again. Instinctively, her fair and slender arms slowly rested on the man's broad shoulders.

Qingxuan chuckled and teased deliberately, watching the person in front of him become more and more emotional. At the right time, he suddenly put his arms around Yanzhu's waist and pressed hard with his big hands, making the two people in the water fit more closely.

"Um……"

Yan Zhu gasped unconsciously, and after she said that, she suddenly felt embarrassed, so she pinched the thin flesh on the man's waist hard, but the man's muscles were tight and strong all over his body, so she didn't know where to start.

"You... um... did it on purpose..."

The woman's lips parted slightly and she breathed in the fresh air.

Qingxuan's eyes were playful, and the red corners of his upturned eyes showed a hint of joy.

"Why, the governor is only allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps?"

Yan Zhu's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, and she opened her mouth, mumbling a few words after a long pause: "That's just making a false argument."

She recalled the time when she teased Qingxuan in the past...

Suddenly, the wooden hairpin flickered, like stars hanging in the night sky.

Yan Zhu noticed the man's slightly changed expression, touched the wooden hairpin, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Little things,"

Qingxuan raised his hand, pulled out the wooden hairpin, and threw it out of the mirror world.

Mu Zan looked at Wu Jiu and Yi Cao Zhu who were gathered in front of the mirror and said in a baby voice, "Your master is so stingy."

It seems like he has just learned to speak and his expression is not very fluent.

The yarrow bead flashed purple light.

Wujiu translated: "It says to divide people."

"I'm a divine artifact, not a human. Let's see what happens..."

Besides, it had just gained intelligence and it didn't do it on purpose. It just happened to come across it. Now it is being thrown out in disdain. Doesn't it have any face?

The world in the mirror.

"There's something wrong with the wooden hairpin."

Yan Zhu asked directly, "Why, you don't want to tell me?"

Qingxuan chuckled and said, "It's not a big deal, but since you want to know, I'll tell you.

It has developed intelligence, so for our privacy, it's best to throw it out."

Yan Zhu was a little puzzled: "When did this intelligence emerge?"

Qingxuan raised his eyebrows and deliberately prolonged the ending of his words: "Maybe just now? Or maybe when we entered the house... at that time."

At that time?

Yan Zhu opened her mouth, a little embarrassed: "How did you...just find out..."

Facing the woman's unreasonable behavior, Qingxuan curled the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly: "Don't blame me."

The man's voice was filled with joy.

The corners of Yanzhu's mouth twitched, and she didn't know what Qingxuan was happy about.

"Okay, there's nothing wrong with my body, let's go."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman turned into a stream of light and flew out of the mirror world.

The night is slightly cool, and the starry sky hangs down over the mountains and rivers, blending into one.

Qingxuan stopped the woman from walking out: "Don't worry, Jingyue will take care of it."

When Jingyue was mentioned, Yanzhu turned around and asked, "Have you discussed this with Jingyue? Why didn't you tell me?"

There was a fierceness in his tone that Yanzhu herself didn't even realize, as well as some inexplicable emotion, as if there was a ball of cotton stuffed in the bottom of her heart, soaked in water, and very blocked.

Unexpectedly, the man laughed when he heard this, and Yan Zhu became even more angry for no apparent reason: "Still laughing?"

Qingxuan thought of a possibility, and not only did his smile not fade, but his entire chest trembled slightly. Just as Yanzhu was about to explode, he quickly spoke to comfort her: "It wasn't a pre-arranged agreement. We just gave her another choice. It was the path she chose herself."

Yan Zhu raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding, but she was more concerned about another question: "Is Jingyue really Wen Sheng?"

Qingxuan nodded: "The yarrow beads show that the figure she is looking for is most likely Guizang."

Yan Zhu sat at the table, looking up at the moonlight. After a while, she spoke, "I remember Jin Huang said that Divine Venerable Wen Sheng and Gui Zang parted ways on bad terms. Wen Sheng has been gone for a hundred years, and now he has become a cultivator in the human world. Could there be some hidden reason behind this?"

Qing Xuan pondered for a moment: "It is very likely that Wen Sheng had already perished that year. Leaving Guizang was her helpless choice, and her appearance in the human world now may be destined."