Chapter 262 Who is he?

Hua Buxiu: "..."

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Didn't Yun Weize see her?

She subtly turned her head away and realized that the rock next to Hua Buxiu's arm was slightly protruding, which was blocking Yun Weize's view a little.

Although Hua Buxiu's trousers were see-through, her bent-leg posture obscured her face.

Even so, Jiang Xianwan still broke out in a cold sweat.

Yun Weize leaned her head up a little, or even closer, to take a closer look.

You can roughly see Hua Buxiu's stomach... her face.

Needless to say, this novel experience is really...exciting.

There's a kind of pain you feel when you're having dinner with your lover, and he's rubbing his leg under the table while you're sitting next to him.

Jiang Xianwan chickened out. Now she had nowhere to float up or sink down, and dared not move. She could only press her face against Hua Buxiu’s abdomen and try her best to breathe softly.

At the same time, he secretly condemned the Flower Beauty, saying, "He is not human!"

Seeing that Hua Buxiu was only looking at the wine Yun Weize was offering and not taking it, he became even more anxious.

His eyelids were twitching as he blinked on his lower back.

Answer it!

Hurry up and answer it!

What if he sticks his head out and looks this way?

Hua Buxiu: "..."

He looked at the pot of wine, his gaze meeting Yun Weize's in the air.

Yun Weize leaned leisurely against the rock wall, his wet, dark hair covering his back.

His dark, jade-like eyes flickered, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

His tone, however, was somewhat doubtful.

"elder brother."

Aren't you going to answer?

If we don't answer soon, someone will get anxious.

Hua Buxiu remained calm, unsurprised by Yun Weize's discovery. His elbow, resting on his knee, remained motionless, his fingertips drooping naturally.

I don't plan to accept it.

Until... the wicked disciple panicked.

Grab his arm, push him, and force him to take it.

Yun Weize: "..."

Hua Buxiu: "..."

The two brothers stared at the wine jug. One suppressed a smile, while the other, following his wicked disciple's lead, lazily raised his arm and took the wine.

Jiang Xianwan breathed a sigh of relief.

Listening to Yun Weize's casual conversation, she suddenly changed the subject, saying that the moon was very round today, perfect for a reunion. The beautiful woman sipped her wine without saying a word, only gazing at the sky.

Then Yun Weize said something else: "Those two crickets are chirping quite loudly; they're probably courting each other..."

When I arrived, I saw pine cones scattered all over the ground; it would be a shame not to pick them up…

A nest of birds lived in that willow tree, and a couple with five chicks...

Even Jiang Xianwan fell silent, let alone Hua Buxiu.

She hadn't expected Yun Weize to be such a chatterbox, so talkative.

I'm still quite free.

They talked about everything from the flowers and grass here to how spirit swords are forged, how much the spirit beasts of the Taixu Sect eat, and how the acres of spirit fields need to be weeded every day...

She listened, and her face... went numb from the pillow.

They even started complaining that the pretty girl's abs were too hard.

On one hand, she admired how hot and sexy the woman's abs were, especially the little mole on her abdomen, which added to her charm.

She pressed herself against him, rising and falling in the slightest undulations with his breath.

I feel nothing but pain.

And there's a kind of obsession with wanting to see his lower body.

Jiang Xianwan tried his best to ignore the eight words "deep-sea giant whale, earth-shaking" in his mind.

While upholding the morals and integrity expected of a disciple, Yun Weize kept rambling on and on, looking as if he were having a long talk with his brother, staying up all night.

Hua Buxiu didn't stop him, but just kept drinking, occasionally giving a soft reply as an answer.

Jiang Xianwan was deeply moved when she heard it.

These two brothers... have such a good relationship.

Jiang Xianwan was on the verge of tears and repeatedly signaled Hua Buxiu to find an excuse to leave, but the latter didn't even look at her.

He seemed completely unaware of her subtle provocations.

Jiang Xianwan poked his little mole again, and gave up in despair.

And he tried to distract himself from the fact that he couldn't help but stare at the beautiful woman's abs.

Smelling the faint aroma of wine in the air, he swallowed hard, then quietly poked Hua Buxiu with his hand... and opened his mouth.

ah?

Hua Buxiu: "..."

The elbow resting on the knee fell, and the bottle tilted to one side.

Jiang Xianwan leaned over and took a sip.

Yun Weize: "..."

He curled his fingers slightly, barely covering his lips, and tried to look into the distant woods.

But out of the corner of his eye, he kept looking at the other side.

Di Yin had wanted to come along, but feeling that the two brothers might have something to say, he turned around to check the barrier.

Yun Weize dared not imagine the scene of the four of them meeting each other so openly in the pool.

A complex and subtle feeling welled up inside me.

How could he not know what Fengyi was thinking?

For Jiang Xianwan, Fengyi was also the most special one.

The master-disciple relationship is a barrier, but it's only a matter of time, and a point where that barrier will be broken.

Thinking about it carefully, one can't help but recall that night in Jiang Xianwan's courtyard, when she said, "Two people can naturally eat it."

Yun Weize felt his ears getting hot. He glanced sideways at his brother, seemingly unaware that his brother had only taken a few sips of wine, yet the wine was gone so quickly.

I handed him another pot as well.

"Try this, it's sweet."

A very potent spirit, one of his treasured wines.

Jiang Xianwan has a good alcohol tolerance, but...

Yun Weize bit his lip.

I wonder what she looks like right now.

Could it be... that I'm not wearing anything...?

What will he be like when he gets drunk...?

Hua Buxiu looked down at the pot of wine in his hand. It looked ordinary, but in fact, a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage could be knocked out with just one sip. He glanced at Yun Weize with displeasure.

Naturally, he knew the meaning behind this action.

There was indeed a master-disciple relationship between him and Jiang Xianwan, and it is true that there are many examples of masters and disciples registering together in both the North and South.

Can……

Jiang Xianwan was unaware of his feelings and only regarded him as her master.

Hua Buxiu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her gaze gradually dimmed.

He didn't know when he had developed such unpleasant thoughts about his disciple.

Perhaps, when we're on the broken hilltop, we can deliberately provoke her into stretching out her claws, letting her stir up trouble and do whatever she wants...

Just then, the wicked disciple leaned in and took another sip.

Hua Buxiu: "..."

His wicked disciple, who had just drunk two jugs of wine and whose eyes were still quite shrewd, suddenly lost focus in his eyes after a few more sips of wine, and his eyelashes visibly drooped.

Her luscious red lips parted slightly, and the smell of alcohol she exhaled made his abdomen feel hot, as if it were burning.

Yun Weize listened carefully to the sounds and smiled with pursed lips.

At this moment, he didn't care about his brother's cold, indifferent gaze that seemed to want to cut away all the marks on his body.

Tilting his head and smiling, he said, "Are you drunk?"

He remembered that Jiang Xianwan had mentioned him several times... Little cabbage.

Hua Buxiu knew perfectly well who he was asking about, and calmly pushed his way past his wicked disciple's head as he leaned towards the wine pot.

"Yun Weize, there will be no next time."

His speech was cold and sharp.

There was no temperature at all.

A faint hint of anger lingered at the corners of his eyes and brows.

Yun Weize smiled, his thin lips revealing no sign of annoyance, but one could easily discern the suppressed emotions within.

Slowly straighten up and turn around.

Jiang Xianwan, who was lying on Fengyi's belly and wearing a small garment, was completely seen by him.

Her eyelashes were half-closed, and one hand rested relaxed on Fengyi's chest.

Perhaps realizing that the alcohol was taking effect and her mind was starting to wander, she bit her knuckle in frustration, but she couldn't stop her gaze from becoming unfocused and drowsy.

Gazing at that half-face covered in a rosy hue, which appeared even more captivating in the dim shadows, Yun Weize was momentarily dazed.

He dared not imagine whether his Dao heart would have silently shattered if Jiang Xianwan hadn't come to coax him.

Yun Weize's facial features softened uncontrollably as he gently brushed away the strands of hair at her temples with his fingertips, tracing her soft, moist lips.

"Brother, don't you want to know what she thinks?" he suddenly whispered.

Hua Buxiu's eyelids twitched slightly.

Jingyan watched as Yun Weize's lips curved into an unprecedentedly soft smile, while he gently pinched Jiang Xianwan's cheek with careful pressure.

He did not wish to make a sound.

But then he lowered his head and leaned closer to Jiang Xianwan.

A soft smile and a gentle call.

Whispers between lovers.

"Wanwan."

"Wanwan..."

As Jiang Xianwan slowly lifted her eyelashes, her eyes and brows shone brightly, she asked, "Who am I?"

His wicked disciple glanced at Yun Weize for a moment, his words slurred, but he obediently said in a soft voice, "Yun Weize."

"Yun Weize, whose is it?"

"Um...mine."

"Then, who is he?"

Yun Weize suddenly pointed at Hua Buxiu, whose breath caught in his throat, his fingers abruptly closing as he looked into a pair of misty eyes.

But listen.

A muffled sound with a mischievous grin.

Jiang Xianwan gently nuzzled him.

"A beautiful woman."

Hua Buxiu: "..."

Yun Weize smiled slightly, his low voice a mix of gentle coaxing and seduction.

"Then, whose is he?"