Chapter 40: I left a breath of dignity.

Jiang Zhaoyue laughed wantonly, and didn't stop until the Jiyue Sect Leader was almost flushed.

After a pause, the voice came from the other side of Han Yu.

"My uncle asked me where I was going. Senior, do you think I should tell the truth?"

Although Fu Lanting restrained his attention to her, it was natural that he would not have been unaware of the disappearance of such a big person in the Qi Ling Xian Sect.

Jiang Zhaoyue left a note for him, so the headmaster was just asking questions and hadn't done anything else yet.

Lian Yue was quiet for a while before she said in a hoarse voice, "Tell him you'll be back soon."

This is what she meant by hiding it.

But considering his personality, this is normal.

Jiang Zhaoyue was not surprised at all, but she did not respond to Fu Lanting's message immediately. Instead, a snow-white arm stretched out from the other side.

Pulling on his sleeve, she said, "If you want me to lie to my uncle, you have to give me some benefits."

Lian Yueqing frowned slightly, looking at her hands, but her tone was calm.

"Friend Jiang, it's just a matter of mutual benefit. I'm not begging you."

“But the price is different.”

Jiang Zhaoyue's voice was very clear and had a hint of girlish sweetness, but the words she spoke were not so pleasant.

"Look, if my uncle knew about it, he'd at most punish me, maybe even reward me. But you're different. Are you a match for Fu Lanting? Can you beat him? Do you want everyone in the Jiyue Xianzong to see their master get beaten black and blue? The charge is abducting a young disciple."

"How embarrassing."

It has to be said that although Jiang Zhaoyue does not have any strong emotions, he always looks at things soberly, knows everyone's weaknesses clearly, and can accurately grasp the bottom line.

Lian Yueqing naturally didn't want that. On this point, he might even care more about his dignity than Fu Lanting.

After a moment of silence, he continued, "What are the benefits?"

Before Jiang Zhaoyue could answer, he added, "I'm different from your uncle. I won't sell my body for my disciples."

So don't think about some things.

"Okay, okay. By the way, do you still have that medicine? Give me some more."

“No more.”

"No more?" Jiang Zhaoyue peeked at him from the side, her bright eyes wide open as she looked at him, with a clear and pure look in them. However, her words were not so pure: "Just one bottle? I don't believe it."

Lian Yueqing met her gaze, his tone still steady.

"You think you can just get something that works on the strongest? That bottle of medicine, that pair of Gu, there's only one of each. Why didn't you think it was a pity when you wasted them on me?"

He didn't lie, there was indeed only one copy, because he had made it himself. The pair of poisonous insects were rare, but the medicine could naturally be made again. It's just that Lian Yueqing didn't want to tell her this.

Jiang Zhaoyue can use this thing on him today, and he can use the same trick again tomorrow.

However, in just a few days, he had already figured out some of the woman's background.

No matter how outrageous the thing is, it can become a reality for Jiang Zhaoyue.

Jiang Zhaoyue seemed to believe what he said, sighed, and then looked at him again.

There was a deeper meaning in his eyes.

She curled her lips, glanced from bottom to top, and said gently, "It's okay. It doesn't matter if Senior refuses to give it to me anymore. There's still a long way to go. But Senior, this medicine is really effective and long-lasting. Whenever I think of you hiding here and secretly rewarding yourself after I left, I feel a pang of regret."

Lian Yueqing's calm expression cracked.

He knew the medicine he made best, and it was nothing serious, just a way to relieve the effect of the medicine. But Jiang Zhaoyue said it so openly, and it felt different when it came from someone else's mouth.

Yet she continues.

"Senior, you really have great composure. You are truly extraordinary. My brothers and sisters are all very shy when they are like this, but you are as steady as a rock. You are truly admirable."

"Okay, you can shut up now."

Lian Yueqing spoke in a slightly faster tone, stopping her from continuing, and then glanced at her smiling face: "Go back to your seat."

"Don't be so cold."

Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him intently, as if he had thought of something, revealing a distressed expression: "Senior, you are in this state, it should be inconvenient for you to send me back. This place is probably not close to the Qiling Immortal Sect. I can't go back for a while, and my uncle will definitely find out."

This is indeed a problem.

Lian Yueqing had only thought about finding a secluded place before. This stone chamber was where he was in seclusion. It was quite a distance away from the Qi Ling Xian Sect. If Jiang Zhaoyue took a flying boat by himself, he might not arrive until tomorrow.

Even a fool could sense that something was wrong.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly stood up: "Are you okay? I'll take you home first."

"Are you sending it like this?"

Jiang Zhaoyue blinked, his gaze fixed on a place he couldn't describe.

Lian Yueqing felt a little numb where she was looking at, and subconsciously wanted to cover it up.

But he quickly restrained his movements and let her look at him with a calm gaze: "No one will see it except you, Jiang Xiaoyou. If you mistake me for Fu Lanting, I'm afraid you will be disappointed." His endurance in this regard was obviously not on the same level as Fu Lanting.

"All right."

Jiang Zhaoyue lowered his disappointed gaze, leaned against Hanyu Mountain, and replied, "Then wait for me, it's not well yet."

Finally, he said, "Your medicine is very powerful. How about you help me?"

"It's your own fault."

"How can you blame me for this?" She argued. "You used this thing to test me, didn't you think I would be unable to resist using it right then and there? I have no resistance to men who are good-looking and strong. Senior Lian Yue, you knew my personality well and still tried to seduce me. This is your fault."

Lian Yueqing was not angry at her words, perhaps because he was used to it. Seeing that she was not well yet, he sat down again and continued to put his palm on the cold jade to absorb the icy air.

He didn't even bother to say a word in reply.

It is obvious that he is well versed in Jiang Zhaoyue's words.

Jiang Zhaoyue waited for a few moments, and when he saw him sit down, he started to smile.

She casually picked up a piece of clothing and draped it over her shoulders, then moved to Lian Yueqing's side and stared at his expression with interest. Her eyes were like an interwoven net, and that kind of meticulous scrutiny could make anyone feel suffocated.

Lian Yueqing simply stared at her calmly. Close enough to see every emotion in each other's eyes, he and Jiang Zhaoyue stared at each other for a moment before asking, "Anything else?"

My emotions have stabilized to the point that all the previous fluctuations seem like illusions.

Jiang Zhaoyue praised him: "Senior Lian Yue, you are the most special man I have ever met."

Lian Yueqing stared at her for a while, then looked away and continued to absorb the icy air quietly.

He stopped talking, and Jiang Zhaoyue became even more interested in him.

Not only did she not leave, she even moved closer.

She talked to him as if he were a real elder.

"Senior, my senior brother and uncle had a quarrel today. How can I balance the relationship between them?"

This involved Fu Lanting, and Lian Yueqing's own purpose was related to this. He really asked, "Who do you like more?"

“I like whoever is in front of me.”

“…”

Lian Yueqing was probably paused by this answer, and after a breath, she said, "You and Jiang Qiying were originally in love, but Fu Lanting intervened and forcibly took your disciple's wife."

Having said that, a strange smile appeared on his lips, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Jiang Zhaoyue even became a little more gentle.

The voice also became more persuasive, "Jiang Xiaoyou, a man like him, you have to crush his dignity, then he will know who is the master."

Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, praising her: "As expected of you, Senior Lian Yue. Just by listening to your words, I really can't tell that you're such a novice who knows nothing."

Lian Yueqing's strange smile froze on her face.

The woman in front of him, however, had a sincere expression on her face, seemingly oblivious to how offensive his words were. After complimenting him, she held her face in her hands and looked at him. Her expression was innocent, but her eyes were cunning. A low laugh escaped her voice, "If Senior Lian Yue likes to play this kind of game, I'll play with you."

People who know Jiang Zhaoyue better, such as the system, will know that her words should usually be interpreted in reverse, and never give her suggestions, because this woman likes to use her suggestions on the person who gave them.

After saying this, her smile deepened, and she suddenly moved in front of Lian Yueqing, reaching down and grasping something accurately.

Lian Yueqing was caught off guard when a soft gasp escaped from his throat, breaking the calm demeanor he had maintained.

Jiang Zhaoyue knelt in front of him, her eyes slightly higher than his, looking down at him with a somewhat condescending gaze, taking in every bit of his embarrassment.

But her voice was so gentle that no one could blame her at all: "Senior, you're too slow. Let me help you."

"Let go."

Lian Yueqing gritted his teeth slightly. Everywhere he looked, he saw snow-white again. He could only look upwards.

Looking up, there are the woman's rosy lips. The curve of her lips is somewhat malicious, which is completely different from her voice.

"You're so delicate, Senior! Are all the strongest people as fragile as you?"

"Jiang, Zhao, Yue."

Lian Yueqing tried hard to restrain himself and managed to stay calm. His hands were shaking a little, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of physical excitement or emotional ups and downs.

He moved his palm downwards and with a little force, he pried Jiang Zhaoyue's hand away.

During this period, he used all his strength to suppress the sound that overflowed from his throat.

He didn't even glance down.

Jiang Zhaoyue had been staring at him the entire time. Seeing him like this, he praised him without blinking, "How amazing! Our Senior Lian Yue truly has a steadfast heart in the Dao. He has a promising future."

This kind of sarcastic and malicious tone certainly cannot be a sincere compliment.

After Lian Yueqing pulled her hand away, in order to prevent her from doing anything else, he grabbed her wrist and held it in mid-air, then uttered a few words with a hint of anger.

"I said, I'm not Fu Lanting. I won't spoil you blindly. You're looking for death."

"How do you die? Is it a pleasant death?"

Jiang Zhaoyue looked expectantly and looked down again.

"Senior, why are you so excited when you scold me? Do all men like to say one thing and mean another?"

Choosing to compete with Jiang Zhaoyue on such matters, or to argue over the right words, is definitely a wrong choice, because she has no shame or compassion for anyone.

Lian Yueqing is a born bad person who appears to be bright and cheerful on the surface but is actually dark and petty inside. But at this time, it is a wrong choice for him to try to defeat her by relying on his calmness.

He grabbed Jiang Zhaoyue's wrist, trying to control her movements. Jiang Zhaoyue didn't get angry. She simply leaned over and bit his chin.

Fu Lanting had removed his physical defenses that time, so he was bitten by her and bled profusely, but Lian Yueqing obviously would not do that on purpose.

Therefore, Jiang Zhaoyue only left a shallow bite mark on his chin, which did not look like a bite mark, but more like a flirtation.

Instantly separate.

Jiang Zhaoyue was pushed down on the stone bed by him.

Lian Yueqing stood up suddenly and was a few steps away from the bed in an instant.

There was a sense of depression between his brows, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was very ugly.

Jiang Zhaoyue laughed out loud after falling on the bed.

She was wearing a thin dress and rolled around with laughter. She leaned against Hanyu Mountain, still smiling, and said lazily, "Senior, you can't even pass this little test of mine, and you still want to sit on the sidelines and watch? If you want to play chess, at least you have to avoid being angered by the chess pieces."

The tone of this sentence was gentle, but it was truly sarcastic.

Lian Yueqing stood not far away and watched her with a gloomy expression, wondering if she had really poked her lungs.

After all, he calls himself a "spectator" rather than a person in the play.

After a while, I heard his hoarse voice: "Get up and leave here."

"What if I don't?"

Before Jiang Zhaoyue finished speaking, the man who was just a few steps away from her suddenly appeared in front of her.

The long joints held her slender neck.

The force was not strong, but it carried an icy chill.

Lian Yueqing was very close to her, and he looked into her eyes as ruthlessly as if he were looking at a stone or a blade of grass.

"Jiang Xiaoyou, you don't want to know what I look like when I'm angry, while I still have patience."

He didn't finish the second half of the sentence.

But the meaning is clear.

Her life was in the hands of someone else, and this person was not someone close or familiar to her, but someone who could really take her life at any time.

Lian Yueqing doesn't care about Lin Bozhou. He is afraid of Fu Lanting, but that's all.

So he is not Fu Lanting, not her "master uncle" who can tolerate her living no matter what.

His threats were real, and his murderous intent was also real.

Jiang Zhaoyue first tilted her neck back to make it easier for him to pinch her, then she grabbed his collar under Lian Yueqing's cold eyes.

He pulled her closer, and she was like a lamb to be slaughtered.

As she stroked the shallow teeth marks on his chin, her smile was gentle and charming.

"Senior Lian Yue, how dare you cooperate with him before you even figure out who he is? Come, strangle me to death."

Lian Yueqing's eyes narrowed slightly, the neck under her palm was like a fragile and slender branch that could be broken with a slight bend, but the owner of this neck did not show any fear, only excitement, madness, and a hint of anticipation.

What was she anticipating? The chaos after death, or the suffering that would befall the lives she had given birth to?

Lian Yueqing didn't know, but at this moment he was very clear that people like Jiang Zhaoyue had the same bad qualities as him.

They are all the same kind of people.

The coldness in his eyes faded little by little, turning into a still, unmoved state. He loosened his hand, and his tone became calm again, as if the murderous intent was just a joke: "Let's go."

"Walk?"

He let go of his hand, but Jiang Zhaoyue was unhappy.

Her gentle smile suddenly turned cold, and she grabbed Lian Yueqing's hand and pressed it against her neck.

"Haven't you heard it before? It's easier to invite a god than to send him away. You want to kill me, right? Come on, I'll let you kill me."

"Why not kill?"

The cold smile turned crazy.

Jiang Zhaoyue pounced forward.

Lian Yueqing was caught off guard and couldn't dodge, and the woman in front of her threw away all her gentleness, courtesy, and elegance.

She is like a wild animal.

Jiang Zhaoyue is weaker than him, but very crazy.

She held him down tightly and lowered her head suddenly when Lian Yueqing suddenly scolded her.

"What are you doing—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Jiang Zhaoyue bit his Adam's apple with all her strength.

Blood flowed from her mouth, staining Lian Yueqing's white collar red.

It wasn't his blood, it was Jiang Zhaoyue's own.

But she seemed not to feel any pain, she just bit him hard and refused to let go.

The whole person threw himself on him like a white beast.

At this moment, she was no longer human. She had no humanity, only wildness.

Lian Yueqing was shocked by the look in her eyes when she pounced on him, but he quickly reacted and tried to push her away.

Then he discovered that pure strength was useless.

He pinched Jiang Zhaoyue's shoulders, almost crushing her shoulder blades, but she still held on tightly and refused to let go.

The throat is not an ordinary part, even someone as powerful as the Supreme Master will feel pain.

Lian Yueqing said with difficulty: "Let go, you lunatic."

He was finally no longer the gentle and masked Master Ji Yue.

However, Jiang Zhaoyue turned a deaf ear.

Biting his Adam's apple tightly, she moved one hand down, trying to reach into his clothes.

Lian Yueqing quickly grabbed her hand, but before she could say a word, her other hand sneaked down like poison in the tarsal bone.

He had no choice but to catch it again.

So all four of their hands were shackled and they had no time to do anything else.

And Jiang Zhaoyue was still biting him tightly.

She is like a predator, who can have eternal patience to fill her stomach, and can bite her prey tightly, regardless of any struggle, until the prey bleeds to death and can no longer move.

Lian Yueqing was not a prey to a wild beast, but he had never expected that a person could have such perseverance and persistence.

He had the illusion that his Adam's apple had been bitten off.

The short quarter of an hour felt like a year.

After a long while, he finally said in a low, hoarse voice, "Let go and make your request."

Jiang Zhaoyue didn't let go at all, but just shook his captured hand.

After a brief pause, Lian Yueqing chose to release her right hand.

Then Jiang Zhaoyue slid down and grabbed his thing.

The scorching heat could be felt even through the fabric.

Lian Yueqing gritted her teeth and persisted without making a sound.

Jiang Zhaoyue did not use the same ambiguous strength as before. She pinched him hard while the master was not paying attention.

A huge inhalation sound was heard.

She finally opened her mouth, raised her head, and her blood-stained lips curved up like a banshee who had just sucked blood.

After carefully admiring Lian Yueqing's face, which had turned blue with pain, Jiang Zhaoyue supported himself on his chest and sat up.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, used her spiritual energy to heal her wounds, and said slowly, "Look, Senior, I'm good to you, but you don't like it. You just like me to hurt you. I obviously don't want to do this. If I hurt you, I'll be the one who feels bad."

Lian Yueqing bent over and lay on his side on the stone bed to take a few breaths. Finally, he sat up. His face was a little pale. Looking at Jiang Zhaoyue's smiling face, he seemed to have lost all his strength. He just closed his eyes and said, "Fu Lanting is so lucky to have a nephew like you."

"You're complimenting me."

Jiang Zhaoyue even thanked him, being very polite, without any trace of his previous madness.

She slowly stood up, picked up the jade talisman and replied to Fu Lanting: "I brought some gifts for my uncle, I will be back later."

After putting away the communication jade talisman, she turned back to look at Lian Yueqing. Unknown what she saw, she chuckled, "Senior is truly gifted. Look, I'm trying so hard, but it doesn't affect your excitement."

Lian Yueqing did not answer, but straightened his clothes expressionlessly. He did not reach out to stop Jiang Zhaoyue until she leaned over and wanted to take another look.

"Stay away from me."

He looked directly at Jiang Zhaoyue, his tone somewhat emotional: "I don't think there's any need for a deal. You can give Fu Lanting a hard time."

Jiang Zhaoyue didn't respond to him. She picked up the clothes beside the bed and put them on one by one. She looked at herself in the mirror, straightened her hair, and then turned around to look at him.

She smiles like a flower.

She looked gentle and beautiful, with no sign of the madness that had just appeared.

"I like you too, Senior. I'll play with you again in the future. Senior, let's get in touch. Please don't reject me, or I don't know what I'll do."

"Are you threatening me?"

"How can it be a threat?" She lifted a strand of Lian Yueqing's hair and twirled it between her fingers, as if sighing, "It's a plea. You're so charming that I can't help myself. Senior, you won't blame me, right?"

Lian Yueqing lowered her eyes slightly and looked at her, and finally understood something.

The words from Jiang Zhaoyue's mouth are like flowers. Which one blooms depends entirely on her own interest, and what she says in bed can basically not be taken seriously.

Therefore, Lian Yueqing did not hesitate, but simply reminded him again in a light tone: "It's time for you to leave."

"Okay, okay."

Jiang Zhaoyue pretended to feel sorry, but his evil nature was revealed in an instant: "Senior Lian Yue's words are so cold, but his body is so passionate. He almost burned me just now."

After she said this, without waiting for Lian Yueqing's reaction, she suddenly looked at her storage ring.

He took out the communication talisman and injected his spiritual consciousness into it. There was only one sentence in it, from Fu Lanting.

"I left a trace of my aura on you. What gift are you going to bring me? Lian Yueqing?"

Jiang Zhaoyue was stunned for a moment, then he started laughing.

She unfolded the words in the communication jade talisman and showed them to Lian Yueqing beside her.

He said regretfully, "Senior Lian Yue, it seems you don't have to send me back."

Lian Yueqing was still frowning at what she had just said. He glanced at her and his face froze. He immediately stood up and spoke a little faster.

"Get out of here, quickly."

"Don't be so anxious. My uncle knows everything. With his strength, he might be on his way. There's no point in hiding it anyway."

Jiang Zhaoyue remained calm and composed. This kind of thing happened so often that she didn't feel anything at all.

But Lian Yueqing is different.

At least on the surface, he was still the bright, gentle and aloof Ji Yue Lord. As a dignified Lord, he was meeting someone else's lover in private, and the situation was like this now.

He glanced down, his expression tightening.

Besides, he is no match for Fu Lanting in terms of fighting power.

"Let's go."

He urged again.

Jiang Zhaoyue then slowly followed him and stood up.

However, the two of them had just reached the door of the stone chamber.

Then a cold, suppressed angry voice was heard, accompanied by a somewhat angry smile.

Fu Lanting's handsome face was shrouded in depression, and his expression was a little hurried, but he sneered:

"Why are you leaving? Why don't you let me see how the dignified Jiyue Xianzong's master can be so shameless and shameless as to seduce someone else's nephew."

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The author has something to say: Two chapters combined into one.

Fu (Hongwen): I really couldn't defend myself against you, old man.