Chapter 76 76 Using only your hands should be fine

Xiao Wuxin had explained that Yang Force was actually a special kind of Qi, typically found in cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage who hadn't lost their Yuan Yang. As for why her puppet possessed this substance, Sister Xiao hadn't explained.

Su Xiaoyuan could only understand that Ling Yue Immortal Venerable's puppet was relatively advanced in all aspects.

She had experienced the power of Yang energy last time, but at that time, dysmenorrhea occupied most of her attention, and the severity was far less than today.

Now it felt like there was a hot fireball stuffed in her lower abdomen, and the fireball was still expanding, almost bursting her.

She felt swollen, painful, and hot, tears and sweat streaming down her face. She felt pained and embarrassed, but even more wronged. She looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Fu Tingyun, I feel so uncomfortable..."

The puppet remained indifferent. He slowly walked to the table, dragged a stool to the bedside, sat down, folded his arms, and looked at her expressionlessly. His voice was almost gentle, yet so cold that it made her heart tremble: "Bear with it for a few hours, and the Yang energy will naturally absorb it."

"No, no..." Su Xiaoyuan shook her head, tears streaming down her face and wetting the pillow.

She clutched her slightly swollen belly, feeling the Qi inside continue to swell. Too frightened to move, she asked, "Can you help me?" (This was the healing Qi, not something else.)

Even when things have come to this, she still subconsciously asks him for help. Is she so sure that he will help her?

Why?

Fu Tingyun stretched out his hand, used his long fingers to lift up the collar of his shirt, and placed his palm on it.

His palms were ice-cold, and just by placing them on his stomach, a slight coolness seeped into his body. Although it was still uncomfortable, at least the burning sensation was less severe. (It was still the healing Qi.)

Fu Tingyun gently rubbed it in circles, looking down at the porcelain bottle she still held tightly in her hand: "Master, do you still want to take poison?"

When Su Xiaoyuan heard this, she gently pushed his hand away, grabbed her clothes, and shed tears silently.

"You still want to obey even though it's so uncomfortable every day?"

Su Xiaoyuan turned her head away: "You didn't have to detoxify me in the first place."

Detoxification would be of no use to her since she wouldn't live past a year anyway.

The puppet man said firmly: "It must be solved."

"I said don't untie it."

"I must solve it while I'm here."

"I am your master, why...why don't you listen to me..." Su Xiaoyuan was tortured by the Yang power and was exhausted. Even her anger was weak.

"Master, you can send me to the Molten Abyss to be destroyed," the puppet said, "There is one in the Yunyu Sect."

"You know very well that I can't bear to let go..." Su Xiaoyuan's nose felt sore, and more tears flowed out, wetting her hair. "You just take advantage of the fact that I like you and always bully me..."

Fu Tingyun glanced at the mole on her chest that had faded away. Even though he knew she was lying, he still felt that her heart was in her hand, and she could twist and turn it as she pleased.

He was silent for a moment. "As long as the master throws away the poison and stops hurting himself, I will help you get relief."

Su Xiaoyuan knew what relief meant. This was also the method recommended by Sister Xiao. The yang energy needed for detoxification was injected in small amounts in several times, and released through "relief" each time, so it would not be so painful.

Her temper also rose: "You don't need to help me, I can do it myself."

Fu Tingyun: "Please do as you wish."

"Go out and don't look at me..."

"I want to ensure the safety of my master," the puppet stared at her. "I'm a puppet, not a living thing. You can pretend I don't exist."

The shame level was too high, so Su Xiaoyuan gave up after a second thought: "I'll go to Mu Qingxianjun's shop tomorrow and buy an obedient one..."

As soon as she said this, she knew she had gone too far and looked at the puppet uneasily.

Something in his eyes made her heart flutter.

Fu Tingyun looked at the girl, his gaze moving from her tear-filled eyes, to her wet, crimson cheeks, to her gently trembling lips, to her neck and collarbone covered in glistening sweat, and then down...

He was just trying hard to maintain superficial calm, but in fact, there was already a raging storm inside, the backlash of ruthlessness, and the surging desires, which together pushed him into a desperate situation.

"Master, do you think I'm not obedient enough?" His monotonous voice had a calmness that hinted at a storm.

Su Xiaoyuan swallowed nervously and quickly slid to her knees: "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that, but you really aren't very obedient..."

Before she finished speaking, the puppet stood up, condensed a basin of water with his spiritual power, washed his hands, then sat back on the bed, placed a thick stack of clean silk handkerchiefs next to her pillow, picked up a thin one and wiped her slender fingers dry, leaned over, and spread her knees apart.

Su Xiaoyuan subconsciously blocked it with her hand, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed it aside: "My master told me to be obedient, I am listening to you."

Pushing it up, the panties wrapped around her ankles acted like shackles, preventing her from moving.

The most private part besides the soul, a fragile line, was exposed to him so suddenly.

It was too much. Fu Tingyun seemed to be looking directly at a strong light. He couldn't help but squint. He took a quick look and then looked away to slow down. He repeated this several times before he could barely adapt.

His mind was in turmoil and he really shouldn't touch her again.

Thinking this in my mind, I stretched out my hand.

Just using your hands should be fine...

The girl whimpered like a kitten: "Your hands are so cold, Fu Tingyun..."

Fu Tingyun didn't want her to know that the pain in his soul made it impossible for him to maintain a normal body temperature.

A dutiful puppet would help his master solve his problems even if it meant his death.

He also helped her review her lessons: "There are two types of movements, upper and lower, this is the other half."

The puppet whispered in her ear: "But today we need to detoxify, so we can hurry up, no need..."

The word "endure" was no longer needed before she could even utter it. She cowered, trembled, and cried, just as easy to bully as she was.

Fu Tingyun picked up a silk handkerchief from the pillow and wiped her, then took another to wipe his hands.

"Are you okay, Fu Tingyun?" Su Xiaoyuan bit her fingers unconsciously, her pink skin shining with sweat, as if coated with a layer of ointment, and water was about to overflow from her eyes, but it was not tears.

Fu Tingyun's Adam's apple rolled heavily, he lowered his eyes, and reached out to touch her still swollen belly: "It will be fine after this stack of handkerchiefs is used up."

As he spoke, he took off the communication ring on his ring finger.

Su Xiaoyuan was dazed. Seeing his actions, she asked in confusion, "What are you doing, Fu Tingyun?"

Before he finished speaking, the communication bell rang. Su Xiaoyuan picked it up subconsciously and just then realized that they were together. Why was there a need to communicate?

The puppet put the ring on his middle finger, stuck it on the first knuckle, and slowly looked down at her eyes.

By the time Su Xiaoyuan reacted, it was too late. The sound in her ears was like a snake crawling and twisting in the mud.

The puppet had covered her at some point, and his tongue was slowly stirring in her mouth, deliberately making it loud. The two similar yet different sounds intertwined and echoed in her ears, making her blush.

After a moment, he pulled back his wet hand and glanced at the remaining handkerchief: "There are not enough."

After a while, he said again: "It's a little swollen. Let's change to another one tomorrow."

Su Xiaoyuan was stunned for a moment before she realized what he meant and said angrily, "Fu Tingyun!"

"You have to practice sooner or later." said the puppet.

Su Xiaoyuan soon became disoriented, losing track of time, her consciousness slowly dissolving in a sea of ​​milk. The puppet would sometimes suddenly stop, stand up, grab the jug of warm sweet milk from the small table, and feed her a few sips. The sweet milk came from the spirit beast, and tasted similar to milk, but even sweeter, more mellow, and richer.

I don’t know how long it took, but the thick stack of handkerchiefs was used up, the scorching hot qi disappeared, leaving only the warm feeling, which was very comfortable.

But the bed and my body were covered in sticky sweat, and I couldn't sleep at all.

Su Xiaoyuan was so tired that she didn't want to move. She simply closed her eyes and let him pick her up and carry her sideways into the bathtub to wash her clean. Then he carried her back to the small bed with a clean mattress.

She was still as considerate as usual, but she was cold and didn't say a word the whole time, as if the intimacy and the hot words that came out of her mouth just now were all her illusions.

In contrast, it is inevitable to feel a little disappointed.

She put her cheek against the puppet's chest: "Fu Tingyun, please don't be so fierce next time, okay? I'll be scared."

"Um."

"Fu Tingyun..."

"What is it?"

"Have we... made up?" She looked up at him expectantly, her eyes, washed by the tide of passion, seeming brighter than usual.

The puppet said calmly: "I am just a puppet."

"You're still mad at me..."

"You still want to take poison."

Su Xiaoyuan knew that this matter was impossible to get over, but she had no choice. No matter how much she doted on her puppet, she could not give up her efforts to go home for him.

Going home is always the most important thing, even if there is only a one in a billion chance.

When Fu Tingyun saw her with her head down and no words, he knew the answer. He put her on the bed, turned around and walked out.

"Where are you going, Fu Tingyun?" Su Xiaoyuan hurriedly called him, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Meditate."

He left after saying this. He had almost reached his limit after holding on until now. He had to immediately meditate and regulate his breathing to calm the storm in his soul.

The puppet left without looking back. Su Xiaoyuan was too embarrassed to force him to sleep with her, so she had to hug the quilt and close her eyes.

Maybe it was because she had something on her mind or because she had consumed too much semen and milk, but she didn't sleep well and woke up in the middle of the night.

After going to the toilet behind the house, her heart suddenly started beating faster. She inexplicably wanted to see what the puppet was doing in the yard, so she went around to the front of the house to see him.

But when I walked into the yard, I saw a black shadow lying on the ground in front of the swing.

She looked closely and saw that it was a puppet.

Su Xiaoyuan hurried over and called out to him, "Fu Tingyun, why are you sleeping on the floor? It's so uncomfortable, go back to bed!"

The puppet closed his eyes tightly and said nothing.

Su Xiaoyuan felt even more uneasy. She squatted down and pushed his shoulder: "What's wrong with you?"

The puppet still lay motionless on the ground, like a robot without power.

Su Xiaoyuan touched his face, which was as cold as ice, and it made her shiver all over.

"Fu Tingyun, what's wrong with you?" She became anxious and pushed him harder, even pinching his arm hard, but he still didn't respond.

"Don't scare me, Fu Tingyun!" Su Xiaoyuan was already crying. She was even more scared than the last time he was injured. At least he was awake at that time and could talk to her.

She got up and ran back into the house, took out the communication mirror, and without caring about social etiquette, she sent a message to Mu Qing with trembling hands.

After waiting for a while, Mu Qing's confused voice came from the other side: "What's the matter, Fairy Su?"

Su Xiaoyuan described the puppet man's symptoms.

Mu Qing's heart trembled after hearing this, and his sleepiness disappeared. This was not a malfunction that could occur with a puppet, and it was not something that a puppeteer like him could fix. He calmed down and said, "Fairy Su, don't worry. I'll come over and take a look."

As soon as the communication was disconnected, he immediately sent a message to Xiao Wuxin and told him what had happened.

Xiao Wuxin sat up from the bed. Elder Bai opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong, Wuxin?"

Xiao Wuxin said anxiously, "I have something urgent to do and need to go out." After that, he put on his clothes and walked out. As he walked, he sent a message to his second senior brother, "Something happened to my junior brother. I saw that he was not quite right this evening. It might be the backlash of the ruthless way... How can I treat this? I don't understand why someone would practice the ruthless way... Okay, tell me what you want to write down..."

Su Xiaoyuan couldn't move the tall and strong puppet, so she could only barely lift him up and lean him against her arms, holding his cold hand and putting her face against his, as if this could transfer her warmth to him.

"Please don't get hurt, okay, Fu Tingyun?" Her tears fell. "As long as you wake up, I promise I will never take that kind of medicine again."

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