Chapter 277 World Eleven (Eighteen)

Tan Qianfan watched helplessly as the jagged white bones sank into his body. A moment later, Tan Qianfan felt his entire body become light and airy, as if he had transformed into a cloud of mist.

But the mist did not dissipate with the wind, but seemed to be pulled and wrapped around Huan Niang's wrist.

Huan Niang caressed her delicate, stiff wrist bones, her chest, tense and tense, finally relaxing. Her eyes were filled with joy, and her voice was melancholic, "Sir, from now on, you are in me, and I am in you. You and I will never be separated again. I don't have to worry all day about you being snatched away by some other girl."

Seeing his soul trapped by Huan Niang's side, Tan Qianfan tried to struggle, but he couldn't break free. For a moment, Tan Qianfan felt hopeless, thinking that everything was a foregone conclusion and there was no turning back.

You Dongjun saw Baoshan's face flushed, its already limp body practically melting into water. He acted decisively, scooping up Baoshan and leaving the Tan residence, heading for the inn. In the past, You Dongjun had always been a demon hunter. Whether it was a lovesick ghost or a fierce spirit, he would simply slash it with his peach wood sword, never allowing a ghost to harm anyone. But today, Huanniang had used a "ghost possession" technique to possess Baoshan's body, causing You Dongjun to worry.

After Huan Niang escaped from Bao Shan's body, she used lovesickness to keep You Dongjun, making You Dongjun unable to catch up with her.

The precious fan nestled in You Dongjun's arms was like a soft baby animal. Her eyes were innocent and pure. She held You Dongjun with her two jade arms and leaned over to sniff his neck.

The warm and elegant fragrance fell on You Dongjun's skin, stimulating waves of bright red color.

You Dongjun tightened his arms around Bao Shan slightly, and a dull, suppressed voice uttered from his throat: "Don't mess around."

But at this moment, Baoshan's beautiful eyes seemed to be immersed in the clear spring water, and she looked at You Dongjun with tears in her eyes.

The pain of longing penetrated through Baoshan's clothes and seeped into her bones, making her feel unbearable in her heart and subconsciously looking for a cold place.

Even if he might do something inappropriate or disrespectful for a moment, Baoshan had no time to worry about it.

Baoshan raised her head slightly, revealing her slender and white neck like a swan on the lake.

Her skin was as smooth as jade, her contours were smooth, and every part of her was delicate and beautiful.

The precious fan opened its sandalwood mouth slightly, revealing a faint hint of bright color from inside.

The beauty's sobs were so touching that even the voices of orioles and nightingales could not compare to them.

But those red lips, the fragrant sandalwood mouth, kept muttering the word "Master" to itself, and the heart was about to melt when hearing it.

Bao Shan's face was as delicate as a flower, and her voice was weak. At this moment, her mind was empty, and she only called softly: "Master, Master..."

The gorgeous color like the sunset spread from Baoshan's white and soft earlobes to her cheeks, making her red lips look even more charming and tempting.

The soft lips are like petals, with natural and smooth curves, and are faintly stained with water, just like a dewy flower bud in the morning, tempting people to pick and taste it.

There is such beauty in front of me, a beauty with tearful eyes in front of me, and I feel the warmth and softness of a beautiful woman in my arms.

If it were an ordinary man, he would have turned the fan over and over in his love, and kissed her lips until they opened slightly and could never close again.

But at this moment, the person holding the treasured fan was not an ordinary man, but You Dongjun, a Taoist priest from Mount Mao who had been practicing Taoism since childhood.

His thick brows were tense, and his tall body was stiff as a rock. But he held the fan obediently, refusing to overstep the line.

Even You Dongjun's posture of holding the treasure fan was very proper.

He stroked Baoshan's thin and soft back with one hand, and with the other hand, he passed through Baoshan's legs and picked her up steadily.

In this posture of hugging a person, if it were a lecher, he could do many things, such as using unruly hands, or deliberately staggering, throwing the beauty to the ground, and then taking advantage of the situation to make a good thing happen.

But faced with such softness, You Dongjun did not even move the palm of his hand that was supporting the precious fan, but moved it to his buttocks to ease the burning sensation in his heart.

You Dongjun never claimed to be a gentleman, but since he started practicing Taoism in Maoshan, all he had in mind was slaying demons and eliminating ghosts, and he never cared about other things.

At this moment, You Dongjun's heart was tense, and he was careful not to break the rules.

You Dongjun thought that Baoshan was missing him so much that she behaved differently from her usual timid self and made so many seductive moves.

Although Baoshan was not awake, You Dongjun thought that he was extremely sober and was not bewitched by the lovesick ghost.

Today, if You Dongjun's heart wavers and he does something wrong for a moment, then when Baoshan's longing for him is over, he will surely be filled with shame and anger to death.

Between You Dongjun and Bao Shan, one is infatuated with love, while the other can only use all his rationality to maintain the thread hanging between them.

But the numbness and itchiness in his legs had already consumed all of Baoshan's attention.

She was born weak and her character was even more unstable than that of ordinary people. How could she endure the torture of evil spirits?

You Dongjun did not come to get close to Baoshan, but Baoshan wanted to get close to You Dongjun.

Just because You Dongjun's body was cold, Baoshan, with beads of sweat on his forehead, felt particularly comfortable.

Bao Shan raised his body slightly and rested his forehead against You Dongjun's tense jaw.

The cool touch slightly eased Baoshan's restlessness and boredom, and her confused consciousness regained clarity for a moment.

Bao Shan felt aggrieved. She pursed her lips and spoke in a timid tone, "Master, you usually treat me very well. How come today, you've become so mean?"

You Dongjun's throat moved slightly, he frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Where have I done anything wrong?"

Bao Shan pressed her body against You Dongjun's chest, speaking timidly, "The Taoist priest only wants to watch me suffer, but won't... won't show mercy. Huan Niang has already told me that the Taoist priest has something that can relieve my pain. But the Taoist priest has it, but won't use it on me. So, between the Taoist priest and Huan Niang, I don't know who is worse..."

Even though You Dongjun had developed a calm personality, he couldn't help feeling depressed when he heard Bao Shan's reproach.

You Dongjun raised his two hands lightly and waved the treasure fan lightly.

Bao Shan was frightened so much that her face turned pale. She was timid to begin with, and seeing this, she hugged You Dongjun's neck even tighter.

She asked timidly, "But I'm too heavy?"

You Dongjun said coldly: "No."

Bao Shan was puzzled: "Is it because the road is uneven..."

You Dongjun denied it again in a cold voice.

Bao Shan's voice was soft and timid: "Then why did you just..."

You Dongjun leaned over to look at her and said coldly, "Because I'm bad."

You Dongjun almost blurted out these words.

But as soon as he said this, You Dongjun felt something was wrong. He was not a frivolous person, so how could he say such reckless words?

Bao Shan thought You Dongjun was angry with her, and the pain of missing her that had just subsided returned with a vengeance, even more violent.

The pain in his body and the depression in his heart intertwined together, Baoshan's eyes turned red and he sobbed softly.

The small, crystal-clear teardrops rolled down Bao Shan's delicate chin and hit You Dongjun's chest through his Taoist robe.

After a while, Bao Shan became conscious again. She raised her head and moved closer to You Dongjun's neck.

You Dongjun only felt a moist and warm feeling on his neck.

——It was actually the lips of the precious fan.

You Dongjun's throat tightened, and he was about to speak in a cold voice, telling Baoshan to stop messing around.

But Baoshan suddenly opened his mouth and gently bit the taut skin.

For a moment, the already shaky sanity was destroyed in an instant.

You Dongjun stopped his hurried steps, put the treasure fan on the ground, and only half-held the treasure fan's waist with his arm.

You Dongjun lightly touched the neatly fastened buttons on his Taoist robe.

He stretched out his palm, lifted Baoshan's chin, and made her look directly at him.

When their eyes met, Baoshan's eyes were already soaked with water, and You Dongjun was not much better off. He clearly saw his own figure reflected in Baoshan's beautiful eyes.

His red eyes and the ugly anxious look on his face were all visible.

You Dongjun closed his eyes, not wanting to look at Baoshan's eyes, which were aroused by the arousal and made him look particularly ugly. He asked in a deep voice, "What you have been struck with is the lovesickness of the lovesick ghost. What Huanniang said, 'I can save you,' is not a lie."

But you must know that I can only save you by being close to you... But there are other ways to relieve the pain of longing. So, are you willing to wait a little longer, or are you willing to..."

Bao Shan's soft voice trembled. She had long forgotten what day it was. She only watched the young Taoist priest in front of her in distress. From her delicate lips, she uttered a few words: "I understand. The Taoist priest doesn't want to save me. But you want others to save me, using this method of intimacy?

If I had a strong personality, I would be lucky if I could endure until the Taoist priest found other solutions.

But I was born with a cowardly character, and now I am at the end of my strength and can no longer hold on.

Since the Taoist priest is unwilling, I cannot go against his wishes. As for the other men...it will be the same after all. If someone else comes, it will also be..."

Hearing this, You Dongjun suddenly opened his eyes. His chest was swollen, filled with a restless heat and a hint of inexplicable anger.

You Dongjun couldn't believe that Baoshan actually wanted to get close to other men, because in You Dongjun's eyes, there were only two ways, both of which were controlled by him.

At this moment, You Dongjun heard Bao Shan mention other men.

Although You Dongjun didn't know the name of the man who had not yet appeared, he was already very angry.

You Dongjun undid the buttons and took off his Taoist robe, spreading it on the ground in an instant.

In order to return to the inn, You Dongjun found a shortcut, a place rarely visited by people, where there was a gurgling spring and lush green grass covering the ground.

The gray Taoist robe was pressed down on the emerald green grass.

You Dongjun put his arms around Baoshan's slender waist and put his mouth close to her lips.

You Dongjun had never understood love between men and women. As soon as he touched Baoshan's soft lips, his body trembled slightly.

You Dongjun just held the precious fan tightly in his arms and kissed and tasted it in an awkward way.

Normally, You Dongjun is a meticulous and calm person, but at this moment he is extremely reckless.

He only held the precious fan's lips, but his body was as stiff as a piece of wood, not knowing how to move.

You Dongjun sucked on Baoshan's lips and bit the vermilion lips until the skin was broken.

When Baoshan spoke, his words became extremely vague, barely forming a complete sentence.

But when the treasured fan opened its mouth, it gave You Dongjun a new sense of closeness. He clung to the treasured fan again, kissing it for a long time.

You Dongjun stretched out his hand and tidied Bao Shan's messy hair. He looked at the figure reflected in his watery eyes.

His dark pupils were filled with the hope of intimacy and the strong delusion that made people feel scared.

But unlike his own foolish behavior, even though the precious fan fell on the gray Taoist robe, there was a gurgling stream behind it.

But she is still beautiful, showing her pitiful and fragile appearance.

You Dongjun didn't think about whether his current reckless behavior was due to so-called mutual consent and deep love, or because he was blinded by beauty.

Just enjoy yourself today and don’t think about tomorrow.

Every part of the precious fan was soft. You Dongjun found a soft spot and savored it carefully. The snow-white, delicate skin, mottled with red marks, was like a red plum blossom in the snow.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, the precious fan trembled, and the red plum blossoms swayed with it, making people want to drown in this gentle land and never leave.

The spring water behind me could be heard flowing.

The spring water flows over the pebbles and caresses the water plants, with a gentle and beautiful sound.

Bao Shan, with You Dongjun pinching her waist and kissing her until her body softened, her eyes watering as she kept calling out to the Taoist priest. However, the sound of the spring water drowned out her voice, making it difficult to hear clearly.