Chapter 56 56 "Xiao Yuan's mouth is deceiving."

Su Xiaoyuan felt a pang of pain in her heart. How much would so many raindrops cost?

This puppet is good in every way except that he is a real spendthrift.

Fortunately, she made a huge fortune, otherwise how could she support him!

The puppet seemed to guess her thoughts: "It's so cheap, only 800,000."

Su Xiaoyuan gasped.

How could anyone connect "only" and "800,000" together?

But the puppet spendthrift also spent money on her and put so much thought and time into it, so she really couldn't pour cold water on him.

Forget it, the money has been spent. I will educate him next time when I have the chance.

The puppet left and let Su Xiaoyuan change clothes.

The clothes were not as cumbersome as the goddess costume she had bought. The top and skirt were connected by many thin silver chains, showing her waistline vaguely, but not making her feel uncomfortable because of being exposed.

Apart from this, there was only a white gauze shawl that fluttered in the wind and looked fairy-like.

When Su Xiaoyuan put them on, she found that the size of the dress was just right. She didn't know how the puppet could grasp her body data so accurately just by looking at it.

There was no full-length mirror in the room, so Su Xiaoyuan could only look at her upper body in the small makeup mirror on the table.

It covers everything that needs to be covered, but the curve-hugging cut outlines the figure beautifully.

She was so excited that she felt as if she was wearing the princess dress she envied most in her childhood. She walked back and forth in the small room just to see the skirt shimmering like flowing water.

"I'm dressed, Fu Tingyun, come and take a look." Su Xiaoyuan said to the window.

The puppet man walked in.

Su Xiaoyuan seemed to see a flash of surprise in his eyes.

She lifted her arms, tugged at the shawl, and spun around happily: "Does it look good, Fu Tingyun?"

"nice."

He did not use any magic power to make this dress; the raindrops took three days and three nights to string together.

But now he just wanted to tear it apart.

His Adam's apple rolled, he raised his hand and cast a spell, and an ice mirror appeared out of thin air in front of her.

Although Su Xiaoyuan was mentally prepared, she was still so surprised that she was speechless when she saw her reflection in the mirror.

Fu Tingyun walked behind her, looked at the girl in the mirror, raised his hand and lifted her long hair behind her.

The puppet's eyes were staring straight and naked. Su Xiaoyuan's cheeks were burning and her heartbeat was quickening. "I, I'll go change it..."

Before she finished speaking, the puppet in the mirror leaned over, and its slender pale hand touched her waist, stroking from her side to her lower abdomen.

The silver chains rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound and rubbing against the skin roughly.

Su Xiaoyuan's breathing quickened, and she subconsciously thought that he was going to kiss her, so she turned her head, raised her face, closed her eyes and slightly parted her lips.

Thanks to the training she had done everywhere over the past few days, she was almost forming muscle memory.

But the expected storm did not come.

She opened her eyes in surprise and found the puppet looking down at her waist. His fingertips moved slowly across her abdomen, picked up a chain and tugged at it. "The stitching on this chain is loose."

Su Xiaoyuan looked down and saw a chain hanging down, which looked a bit awkward.

She then realized that she had misjudged her thoughts again, and her face flushed: "Oh, then I'll change it first..."

"No need, you can take it off even if you're wearing it."

The puppet held her waist and turned her sideways.

He turned around and took out a needle and transparent silk thread from the small basket on the table. He walked up to her, knelt on one knee, and his long fingers moved flexibly around her waist, his fingertips brushing against her skin from time to time.

Su Xiaoyuan couldn't help but gasp.

"Don't move, I need to sew." The puppet threaded the thread and used a needle to sew the loose chain back to the waist of the skirt.

The cold silver needle moved along her skin. Su Xiaoyuan couldn't help but want to breathe, but she was afraid of being pricked by the needle, so she could only hold her breath as much as possible.

"Be patient, it will be here soon." The puppet held her belly with one hand and threaded the needle with the other.

"Okay." He said, pulled the silk thread tight and tied a knot, then put his mouth close to it and bit off the end of the thread.

His lips inevitably touched her skin.

Su Xiaoyuan's lower abdomen suddenly shrank, and she could no longer hold back her trembling all over.

The puppet pinned the needle and thread on his sleeves, stood up, held Su Xiaoyuan's waist tightly, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

"Fu...Fu Tingyun, why are you suddenly like this..." Su Xiaoyuan seemed to be protesting, but her voice was soft and sweet, like melted glutinous rice candy.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the full-length mirror: a man and a woman, one black and one white, standing in front and behind, their bodies pressed tightly together. She saw her chest rising and falling, her waist twisting gracefully, and her raindrop skirt glistening, making her look like a silver snake.

Her heart skipped a beat. Is this still her?

"I know you want to practice." The puppet said firmly.

"But...wait...how did you know? I don't want to..."

"Xiao Yuan's mouth can be deceiving."

But the smell on her body would not, and she herself was unaware that the small room was now filled with the smell of her passion.

As if deliberately punishing this deceiving mouth, the puppet sucked hard, making Su Xiaoyuan's tongue numb. Her mind went blank for a moment, and her legs went limp.

The puppet picked her up and made her sit on the edge of the table, pushing his knees in, spreading her legs, and almost pressing her down on the table.

Su Xiaoyuan was also familiar with it. She responded to his deep kiss, touched his waist and abdomen with ease, and felt his hot body temperature and tight abdominal muscles and waistline with her palms.

Neither of them wanted to stop and practiced several more times.

"Okay, okay... We're going to miss the tour..." Su Xiaoyuan was out of breath. She pushed away the puppet that seemed to be stuck on her and jumped off the table.

The puppet licked his rosy lips and took a breath: "Level B, Level 5."

Su Xiaoyuan had long expected that the results would not be very good.

Because no matter how it starts, she will soon be kissed dizzy. In addition to technical points, staying sober is also a necessary condition to get an A grade.

But it was too difficult to stay awake facing the puppet's face, body, and succubus-like kissing skills.

Su Xiaoyuan began to wonder if it was a mistake to practice with such a beautiful puppet.

She sat on a round stool and combed her hair in front of the mirror, but it seemed as if all her strength had been sucked away by the puppet, and she couldn't even hold the comb steady.

The puppet took the comb from her hand: "I'll do it."

"Can you comb your hair into a bun?" Su Xiaoyuan felt the question was redundant after asking. She was not surprised at what her puppet could do.

The puppet divided her hair into two parts, the front part was divided into several strands and tied up, and the back part was draped behind her. He also conjured up a crown of white flowers and silver leaves from somewhere and put it on her head.

Su Xiaoyuan touched it and found that the flower was real. The petals felt soft and had dewdrops on them.

The puppet held her shoulders and turned her around.

She saw herself in the full-length mirror. Her braided hair was fresh and natural yet charming. Paired with a raindrop skirt, she looked like a spirit transformed from a spring in the mountains.

The puppet squatted down, placed her bare feet on his knees, took out a silver chain from his sleeve and tied it around her ankle.

Holding her ankle and shaking it, the chain made a gurgling sound like a mountain spring.

He lowered his head and swallowed: "Okay."

Su Xiaoyuan put on her slippers and got down to the ground. She took out a white gauze skirt from the suitcase and wrapped it around her waist, covering her raindrop skirt.

The puppet looked at her in confusion: "Why do you want to cover it? Don't you like it?"

Su Xiaoyuan quickly shook her head: "I like it, but I'm dressed as the goddess's attendant, and this dress is too eye-catching."

"Why not? If you're worried about attracting criticism, there's no need to worry."

Immortal Master Ling Yue is used to being the center of attention and never cares about other people's eyes.

Su Xiaoyuan shook her head. "The one playing the goddess is Senior Sister Wu. She will be leaving the sect after the Wushan Festival. This is her first and last time playing the goddess. I can't steal the show."

Fu Tingyun frowned. He never considered others when doing things, let alone other people's feelings.

But Su Xiaoyuan will carefully consider other people's thoughts and feelings, and will not hesitate to put herself in a difficult position, even without feeling wronged.

She is just that kind of person, there is nothing wrong with her, if she were not like that she would not be herself.

Su Xiaoyuan took his silence as disappointment.

She walked over, raised her hands to hook his neck, stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his mouth, looking at him tenderly: "Thank you, Fu Tingyun, I especially like the skirt you made, I will wear it on the most important day."

"What day?" The puppet raised his eyelids.

Su Xiaoyuan thought for a moment and said, "The day I go home."

go home.

She said she wanted to go home.

Fu Tingyun certainly knew that when she said going home, she was not referring to the home in the southern Suzaku Island, but the world outside the sky that he could not reach.

Su Xiaoyuan felt a little nervous. The puppet stared at her without blinking. There was something in those inorganic eyes that made her a little scared.

The puppet said nothing, lowered his head and bit her lip.

A quarter of an hour later, Su Xiaoyuan placed her hands on his abdomen and mumbled, "I'm really going to be late. Let's practice again when we get back..."

The puppet paused, and the fingers on her waist tightened even more, causing her pain.

I'm afraid he won't be the same person when we practice again tonight.

She wants to go home.

Very good, he can go home too, before her.

Tonight he would return to Dragon's Back Peak, to his colorless, shadowless gray palace, to his shattered body.

Of course, the formation in this puppet body is still there, and he can come back by using the soul transfer technique again.

But his soul had been damaged, and transferring his soul twice in a short period of time, and still transferring it to an inappropriate puppet, was harmful rather than beneficial to him.

And lately, whenever he got close to her, he could feel his desire stirring, and even his seal could hardly suppress it.

Besides, she has to go home.

hehe.

The influence of the blood pact will completely disappear tonight, and the temporary passion will soon subside.

unless……

His lips moved from the corner of her mouth to her ear, down her neck, to the edge of her collar, and gently rubbed her heart.

Su Xiaoyuan's breathing suddenly became heavier: "Fu Tingyun..."

He took a look and saw that the skin was still white and there was nothing on it.

What were you expecting just now?

He lowered his head again and sucked hard on her chest as if in revenge.

Su Xiaoyuan exclaimed: "Fu Tingyun, what are you doing?!"

The puppet raised his eyelids, looked up at her from bottom to top, pressed his lips tightly against hers, and sucked harder.

Finally he straightened up and rubbed the deep red marks with his fingertips.

This liar.

A liar going home.

"You're going to be late," he straightened up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said coldly, "Go out."

Su Xiaoyuan didn't know when she had offended him. It was obvious that he had done something excessive, but it seemed like she was in the wrong.

"What's wrong with you? Fu Tingyun?"

"Nothing."

"Are you still going to the parade?"

Fu Tingyun raised his eyebrows: "Go."

As she spoke, she picked up her kitten bag with a cold face.

Su Xiaoyuan snatched the bag and said, "You're so mean. I don't want you to come with me."

Just now, he was the one who held her down and kissed her non-stop, and then he gave her a cold face after the kiss. She also has a temper!

Fu Tingyun grabbed the bag strap and said, "Give it to me."

Su Xiaoyuan hugged her bag tightly, glaring at him with her cheeks puffed out.

Fu Tingyun knew what that look meant and turned his head away: "I'm sorry."

Su Xiaoyuan continued to glare at him with a fierce look on her face: "Speak louder, I can't hear you clearly."

"sorry."

"Your attitude is bad. Say it again."

"……sorry."

Su Xiaoyuan let go of his hand and let him carry the bag: "That's better. It's okay, I forgive you this time, but you can't lose your temper next time, understand, Fu Tingyun?"

"Um."

"Then tell me, why did you lose your temper just now?"

I don't want her to come home, I hate that she doesn't have a mole on her chest, and I don't want to lose sight of her.

Fu Tingyun summed it up in one word: "His moods are unpredictable, just like his previous master."

Su Xiaoyuan shook her head: "Your former master..."

Forget it, I'd better not criticize him in front of the puppet.

…

At the same time, in an inconspicuous house in the city, a male cultivator from the Fengyue Sect was pacing back and forth anxiously.

The wooden door opened with a creak.

The male cultivator immediately rushed to the courtyard: "Jinshu—how is it?"

The man in blue took off his veil, looking haggard and tired.

He silently took out a lush, spiritual flute from his bosom. It looked like jade but not jade, like bone but not bone. "Ah Feng, I've got what you wanted."

The male cultivator from Fengyue Sect's eyes blazed brightly: "Elder Liu suddenly got into trouble. I really don't know what to do. I'm so grateful that you, Jinshu, helped me."

He couldn't let go of the piccolo: "With this ancient artifact, even without Elder Liu's help, it won't be a problem."

He looked up and found Song Jinshu's eyes were red, so he asked worriedly: "Jinshu, what's wrong with you? Did you get hurt when you got the flute?"

Song Jinshu shook his head. "I... I took advantage of my grandmother's unpreparedness to severely injure her and then stole her life-saving magical weapon..."

Tears rolled down his face. "After I ran away from home, my grandmother is the only one who still believes in me and is willing to take me in... Ah Feng... Now I only have you in this world..."

"You are all I need, Jinshu... Don't worry, as long as we accomplish this, we'll have a foundation for a peaceful life. You don't need anyone else, just me."