Chapter 294 Going Too Far

Jiang Xianwan ran out of oxygen and everything went black before her eyes. She twisted her wrists forcefully.

Hua Buxiu was too lenient, unwilling to hurt her in the slightest, and she easily broke free from his restraints.

Before he could grab her hand, she shifted her body and pushed him against the tree trunk.

Using the same posture that Hua Buxiu had used to imprison her, she held him firmly in place.

Those eyes held a cold glint, a look that seemed to say, "You wicked disciple, if you dare kick me in front of these people, you're dead."

A slight smile played on his lips, his tone enigmatic.

"Do you want to kill someone you've personally loved?"

"I'm afraid Master won't be able to gain official recognition with just these few tricks."

Hua Buxiu's eyes were filled with indifference.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring into those usually indifferent eyes, and the next second, his pupils dilated.

Amidst a chorus of gasps and gasps.

That wicked disciple, who showed him no pity whatsoever and treated him like a dog, spoke with a voice as if it were laced with honey.

He stood on tiptoe, exuding an air of complete control.

She pressed her lips against his.

"How about I teach you, Master, how to kill someone alive?"

Hua Buxiu, whose hands were tied behind his back by his wicked disciple: "..."

He was stunned for a moment.

Her eyelashes fluttered down and landed on her two long, curled lashes.

From his position, he couldn't see the expression in his disciple's eyes, only two fan-like silhouettes.

Can.

Those soft, smooth lips were a tenderness he had never experienced before, a warmth and clarity beyond compare.

The pair of delicate fingers gripping his wrist possessed an unyielding, domineering strength.

The moment those soft, plump lips pressed against hers, Hua Buxiu felt the oxygen suddenly become thin, and her breathing became rapid and disordered.

His senses plummeted, and he responded with heavy breaths, chasing after her lips and tongue.

The area between her brows, which had just been covered in snow and ice, was instantly filled with boundless spring colors, as beautiful as a crabapple blossom, and the tips of her brows were so charming that they could almost drip with spring water.

Her cheeks were flushed with a thin, rosy red from the rapid depletion of oxygen.

Only one sentence remains in my mind:

That wicked disciple is indeed capable of killing someone with his own flesh and blood.

As the last bit of oxygen was taken away by those soft lips and tongue, his brows furrowed, as if he had used up all his strength, and his chin tilted upwards like a bent bamboo, revealing a section of his sexy neck.

After quickly breathing in enough oxygen, when she looked down again, Jiang Xianwan suddenly let go of his hand and turned around gracefully.

While he was stunned and bewildered, he casually left behind a remark that was infuriating.

"So that's why you don't want a formal title."

The voyeurs: "..." Damn!

Elder Ming frantically munched on sunflower seeds, "To kill someone is to destroy their spirit! Even a dog wouldn't play like this! She wouldn't give it to you, but instead she slapped you in the heart?"

"I have to say, that brat is a real dog!"

Xiu Yan was deeply moved and shook his head with sympathy. He said to He Weiyu, "Look at you women, all you do all day long is play with the feelings of us innocent men!"

"Get lost!" He Weiyu retaliated with an elbow strike.

What does a man like him know?

Jiang Xianwan clearly wanted to teach Sword Master a lesson about his eccentric personality.

Shi Yunxiao said with some disdain, "To be honest, the lofty image of the Sword Master in my heart is now shattered into pieces! Look at him, he's been scolded like this, and he's completely lost his bearings after being given a little sweetness!"

"Tsk tsk tsk... It's truly pathetic that they're fighting for a title!"

"Even if we managed to get it, wouldn't she just crush us?"

"He was already crushed long ago, okay? Look, he couldn't handle it as soon as Jiang Xianwan pressed against him. He didn't even get a kiss from someone else."

Hua Buxiu: "..."

Realizing that his wicked disciple had just been treating him like a dog, and had no intention of giving him any official status in front of so many people.

His eyes were extremely dark, and as they moved, they were sometimes distant like a mirror reflecting snow, and at other times, due to slight emotional fluctuations, they reflected a light like shattered stars, captivating and mesmerizing.

Watching that receding figure, Hua Buxiu's lips suddenly curved into a faint smile, but without any warmth.

It looked more like a shallow mark made by an ice blade on the snow, so cold that it was almost an illusion.

Her sleeves swayed like a fish's tail fin, creating a tiny ripple.

Amidst Elder Ming and his group of friends gesticulating wildly and exclaiming "Holy crap!" repeatedly.

A wisp of spiritual energy, seemingly covered with a layer of flickering flames, pierced through the air and wrapped around that slender ankle.

The tail end forms an intricate locking ring that conforms to every contour of the ankle, with a flame-like bell hanging from it.

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Looking down, his expression showed a moment of confusion.

She instinctively raised her hand to cut off the extra rings on her feet, but Hua Buxiu wouldn't give her any chance.

With a flick of his finger, he shattered her spiritual power.

He walked with ease, his blue robe flowing and rippling.

When she stands ten steps away, it is like a traditional Chinese ink painting imbued with the beauty of heaven and earth.

The beautiful woman tilted her head towards her, revealing a clean and elegant profile, with slightly upturned lips and a pleasant, light laugh escaping her throat.

"Jiang Xianwan, you really are very kind."

Do you think I'm a dog?

Even dogs need a proper status, right?

His joyful laughter seemed to roll over the deepest part of his chest before spilling out of his throat, carrying a hint of inexplicable intimacy.

With a flick of her finger, Jiang Xianwan stumbled and took three steps.

As he was forced to move, the bells on his ankles rang out with a crisp, overlapping sound, like flames.

Each note carries a rhythm of intense tenderness and seduction, each one captivating the heart.

It was like a sweet yet irritating reminder, proclaiming absolute imprisonment.

Jiang Xianwan: "..." No.

What's going on all of a sudden?

Did she... go too far?

Hua Buxiu has really gone mad; is he really going to do this to her?!

Therefore... Master will always be Master!

Hearing his friends' low, frantic shouts, Jiang Xianwan fell silent for once.

He looked down at the lock ring and bell on his foot for ten seconds, then looked at the chain that extended to Hua Buxiu's fingertips.

He looked up.

He gave an awkward but polite smile.

"No, of course not."

She treated the beautiful woman like a dog!

The beautiful woman treated her like a dog on a leash!

To inflict a thousand casualties on the enemy, one must also suffer eight hundred casualties on oneself!

I wish I hadn't played it!

Jiang Xianwan's expression twisted for a moment, and then he remained silent for three seconds under the beautiful woman's ambiguous gaze.

"Master, I think we, master and disciple, might need to calm down."

He pondered for a moment.

"Why don't you put this away first, and then we can sit down and have a proper chat?"

"Oh?" Hua Buxiu raised an eyebrow, his fingertips lightly hooking his fingers, seemingly puzzled. He slowly uttered two words, "Let's chat?"

"I wonder what we could possibly have to talk about?"

Jiang Xianwan lowered her eyes silently, glanced at her feet that had been forced to take three steps, and tilted her head back. "Let's talk about... the matter of status...?"

"Name?"

Hua Buxiu twitched his fingertips slightly and pulled her three steps closer.

See how the little bell is restless, swaying and colliding gently with each step, making a series of soft, clear sounds.

His thin lips pressed intimately against her ear, nibbling at her delicate white earlobe, and he breathed out a hot breath, his eyes filled with a deep, dark darkness.

The words he said left Jiang Xianwan completely stunned.

"But, suddenly I don't want it anymore. What do you suggest we do?"

She can just give it away whenever she wants?

You can't just refuse to give it to me?

It's too late!

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

The beautiful woman... is going to kill someone!

Under the watchful eyes of Elder Ming and a group of friends, who were filled with sympathy and a sense of "you reap what you sow"... Jiang Xianwan was lifted up horizontally.

She was stripped naked, and all she wore was a soft blue dress that didn't fit her figure, hanging on her arm like a shawl, except for her undergarments and light, sheer snow trousers.

The snow-white ankles and the fiery, delicate chain links create a sense of both fragile and powerful confinement.

With her legs spread apart, the bells jingled in the water, and her hands pushed desperately against Hua Buxiu's bare chest, trying to break free from the control of his lips and tongue.

However, the finger bones behind her neck remained motionless, holding her firmly and leisurely.

His thin lips rubbed against hers, as if he intended to kiss her to death.

Leaning lightly against the rock wall, Emperor Yin, with his face slightly tilted back, drank his wine: "..."

On the side.

Yun Weize, his thin lips parted and a trace of wine trickled down his chin: "..."