Chapter 60060 I can't help myself, I'm ignited at the first touch

"Reach out your hand."

Zhuang Ronger said.

Ah Huai hesitated for half a second, then extended his left hand with the palm facing up, and then a red thread was wrapped around his ring finger.

The red string was strange. It seemed to dissolve and disappear in the second after it was tied. It was invisible to the naked eye, and there was no sense of restraint on the fingers.

Ah Huai's eyes narrowed slightly, and he lightly hooked his fingers. He could vaguely feel an extremely subtle pulling sensation.

...This is the unique connection between them.

Like an invisible chain.

"...What is the use of this thing?"

"No matter how far away we are, I can sense you," Zhuang Rong'er said softly. "If you dare, the knot will burn."

"vice versa?"

"yes."

After the simple question and answer session, Zhuang Rong'er pursed her lips, as if there was nothing more to explain.

She turned to leave, but for some reason she hesitated.

Ah Huai felt his throat dry, his fingers completely curled up in his palms, and he stared at Zhuang Rong'er with his eyes lowered.

"...What kind of person is he?"

He suddenly asked.

The “he” that appears in this question can only be one person.

Ah Huai had more or less known about Jing Huai from Yu Huansheng before, and he had already pieced together his appearance in his mind, but he still wanted to know, what kind of person is he in Zhuang Rong'er's eyes?

What happened between them?

Why does Zhuang Rong'er love him, and do they have a mutual understanding?

Questions related to Jinghuai should be taboo.

Especially at this critical moment when the two of them were trying to cover up their conflict, this sentence seemed even more inappropriate.

If it were usual, if he mentioned Jing Huai without authorization, it would definitely arouse Zhuang Rong'er's paranoia and anger.

But after she gave up on making him into a puppet, her emotions seemed to have completely stabilized.

Her reaction was quite calm, with her head tilted slightly, as if she was recalling and thinking.

After a long moment, she said, "Gentle."

“…”

"It's like, you are like this."

She smiled lightly.

Ah Huai's heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by someone, and he felt a numb pain, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of the joy of a winner.

Clearly, Zhuang Rong'er chose him this time, so why is he still sad?

Is he so greedy that he still feels it’s not enough, or is he feeling sad for her?

Ah Huai silently took a half step forward and held Zhuang Rong'er in his arms.

This kind of tough and proactive attitude seemed to be the first time, with an almost stubborn determination and undisguised possessiveness.

Zhuang Rong'er seemed not to have anticipated his action. Her body stiffened slightly, but she did not struggle.

His hands tightly wrapped around her waist, his chin resting on the top of her head, surrounded by her light fragrance.

The sharp wrinkles in my heart were smoothed out bit by bit.

He didn't want to let her go, didn't want to be separated from her, and didn't want to see her back again.

But it doesn't work.

Unless he can have an identity that can be seen in the light.

Or, strength enough to hide physical abnormalities.

Zhuang Rong'er stood there in a daze. After a long while, she slowly raised her hand and covered his chest. Her strength was as light as the wind, but enough to push him away.

Although, after pushing them away, the hands did not leave his body, but were still pressed against his chest.

Before the feeling of loss could fill his heart, Zhuang Rong'er was looking up at him, with a strange look between her brows that made Ah Huai dare not look directly at her.

She didn't give him a chance to speak, she just stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.

From lightly touching to tracing, from lightly tasting to deep sucking.

The lips were soft and hot, different from every previous touch, this was a real kiss.

Ah Huai felt like he was about to catch fire, and his heartbeat had never been faster than at this moment.

I can't help myself and it ignites at the first touch.

The lips and teeth touching each other hinder the flow of speech.

"...I'll be back soon."

Zhuang Rong'er promised intermittently.

…

It was late autumn.

The evening clouds were hanging low, and the wind was already a little chilly. When the distant sound of bells came from afar, it startled countless birds.

When Zhuang Rong'er arrived at the mountain gate of the Great Freedom Temple, the group of disciples sent to invite her had not even returned yet.

Her decision to split up with them was quite correct, otherwise she would have been slowed down by that group of people.

Behind them were three converging rivers, on either side stood two giant Buddhas, and in front of them was a long bluestone staircase extending into the clouds along the mountain ridge. They were going to climb up from there.

These orthodox sects all like to be located in high places, as if being closer to the sky will help their disciples achieve enlightenment faster.

Zhuang Rong'er gently hooked the ring finger that had been tied with a red string before, and rubbed her fingers between her palms. As soon as she stood still, the white snake coiled around her wrist poked its head out from her sleeve and looked around.

“Hiss…”

The little snake's molting period is completely over, and now he feels extremely satisfied and proud that his master took him on a long journey without taking Ah Huai.

It believed that this trip had a great responsibility, and that it would serve as Zhuang Rong'er's eyes to observe everything for her. It was about to transform into a human form and describe the scenery in front of it in words. However, just as it was thinking, a finger was pressed on its head - Zhuang Rong'er stopped its transformation.

She walked on, and a few monks who were sweeping the stairs looked over. They all held brooms in one hand and clasped the other hand together, without saying a word or moving, and looked nervous.

Zhuang Rong'er couldn't see the real scene, but she could feel many eyes were falling on her, but they were not threatening, but more of a warning.

But the white snake on my wrist didn't seem to think so. If it could speak human words, it would probably say fiercely: "What are you looking at?!"

These sweeping monks were all dressed in plain grey cloth. They were still young and were probably only responsible for sweeping the mountain gate. Their cultivation was almost non-existent and they didn't know how to receive Zhuang Rong'er at this moment. They thought that masters would fly on their swords and directly into the square outside the Great Freedom Hall. They didn't expect that she would go up the mountain through the main gate, just like those ordinary mortals who came to pay homage.

The world is in chaos now, and the Great Freedom Hall has just experienced a fierce battle, so these peripheral cleaning disciples are also a little nervous.

Zhuang Rong'er walked up the steps. Every time she passed a monk, the monk would tremble involuntarily. After she passed by, he would turn back and look at her tremblingly. No one was able to concentrate on sweeping the dust and fallen leaves on the bluestone slabs under their feet.

Zhuang Rong'er was not curious about these people's reactions. The reason she didn't fly up directly was because she was carrying the little snake.

The closer she got to the Great Freedom Hall, the more she could feel that this place was shrouded in some kind of formation to suppress demons.

This formation is most likely not aimed at them, but the little snake is essentially a demon cultivator whose demonic nature is greater than human nature. If they force their way in, they will inevitably be affected by this formation. Going through the long-step mountain gate is both a buffer and a notice.

Tell Kongming that she is here.

“Hiss…”

Master, is there something weird here?

Zhuang Rong'er paused for a moment.

“Hiss…”

I smell something bad... like snake repellent!

"Why don't you just speak directly?" Zhuang Rong'er asked in confusion.

If there is a demon cultivator like Wu Heng, he can speak human language even if he transforms into a human form. After the little snake sheds its skin, it should no longer be controlled by the body. Why is it still hissing?

"...Huh? I can talk!" The little snake said happily, but immediately started, "Hiss! Hiss!" - But I think no one will understand what I said to my master! I can tell my master little secrets!

He looked so silly that Zhuang Rong'er didn't pay any more attention to him.

They walked up the nine-nine-long steps and could see in the distance a row of palaces sitting quietly under the clouds.

There is a giant incense burner in the center of the square outside the temple. Smoke is curling around it all year round. The fragrance of sandalwood blends with the fresh air of the mountains and forests, and the silence is strange.

The square was deserted, with only one disciple waiting for Zhuang Rong'er on the steps. When they were closer, he nodded and said, "Valley Master, please follow me."

It's not very popular here, even worse than at the foot of the mountain.

Zhuang Rong'er could feel a slight chill.

The little snake suddenly straightened up from its wrist again.

"Hiss...hiss..." It looked around hesitantly.

Zhuang Rong'er didn't respond for a moment. After a pause, she tilted her head to look at her disciple and asked, "What happened?"

The disciple said calmly: "The world is in chaos today, with corpses and poison everywhere. Disciples, please go down the mountain to provide assistance..." That's why it is so deserted.

"I'm asking about the Mahadeva Palace."

The disciple was stunned for a moment, quickly glanced at Zhuang Rong'er, and immediately spoke again, "Has the Valley Master sensed any lingering demonic energy? Recently, a giant demon snake has been wreaking havoc on the world. Fortunately, the abbot intervened and sealed the evil creature beneath the main hall's underground palace at midnight."

He had no intention of hiding anything, and it was impossible to hide this matter.

Zhuang Rong'er paused for a moment and then asked, "Were there heavy casualties?"

“…” The disciple was embarrassed and opened his mouth for a long time but said nothing.

The casualties were not severe as there was little loss of number of disciples, but Kongming himself was seriously injured, and the snake demon had not yet disappeared, but was temporarily trapped by them.

Due to the blessing of the evil creatures in the abyss, the strength of those monsters has increased strangely. The snake monster is already a legendary monster, and now it is even more evil. How can it be easily dealt with?

The abbot trapped him in the underground palace to delay time, waiting for the righteous sects to come and join forces to kill him completely.

Now the teams from all sides are on their way, and it is said that the saint will be there in person. With him around, we can rest assured.

Fortunately, Zhuang Rong'er didn't care about the specific casualties in their Da Zi Zai Temple. She just asked casually, and when she didn't get a correct answer, she immediately said, "Can you take me to see Kong Ming?"

The disciple shook his head: "The Valley Master needs to rest in the hall for one night. The abbot... can only see you tomorrow."

He had also received orders from the abbot to lead Zhuang Rong'er into the side hall to wait.

Although this is not a good way to treat guests, the current situation is special and I think it should be forgiven.

But he immediately heard a half-smile, followed by a blunt mockery: "He's trapped by the snake demon and can't get away?"

The disciple's chest tightened for a moment, and he muttered, "No! The snake demon has long been restrained here and cannot move. However, we need to wait for the saint to arrive before we can eradicate it. The abbot is waiting in the underground palace just in case."

"...Saint?" Zhuang Rong'er frowned, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt an indescribable premonition, as if a sword was suddenly hanging over her head.

Her reaction was truly strange. The disciple's mind went through several changes before he raised his chin slightly and replied respectfully, "Yes, Saint, it's the one who was resurrected from the ancient battlefield of Soul Ruins a few months ago..."

"It is said that the recent catastrophic events at Wanjian Mountain were caused by the saint clearing your name..."

Zhuang Rong'er could no longer hear what he said next. The voice in her ears became increasingly distant, and even the white snake in her hand became petrified and stiff.

...The saint who was resurrected in the ancient battlefield of Soul Ruins?