Chapter 13. What the lady gave was both punishment and reward...
Yao Jin tossed out a sentence and turned to leave, but after taking only two steps, her hand was grabbed by Meng Ji. "Madam, it's my fault."
Shuanghua's straight sword suddenly paused, and the tip of the sword swung towards Yaojin.
Yao Jin's mood improved somewhat, but he wouldn't look at Meng Ji, grumbling, "Immortal Lord, you're not bad at all, it's all my fault."
After saying that, she pushed his hand away.
Meng Ji lowered his head slightly, looking at his empty hand, and pursed his lips.
Upon seeing this, Shuanghua immediately sensed something amiss. She sprang into the air and quietly moved closer to Yaojin.
Meng Ji glanced at it.
The Frostflower Sword suddenly stopped.
Meng Ji's lips curled into a half-smile, and he muttered "little beast" under his breath, but his gaze softened abruptly when it fell on Yao Jin.
He took Yao Jin's hand, his movements becoming increasingly gentle, like a spring breeze brushing across the water's surface, stirring up even the slightest ripple and causing unease.
“Madam, I was wrong,” Meng Ji said softly. “There’s no need to get angry over something so trivial.”
Yao Jin didn't really want to talk to this person and shook off Meng Ji's hand again.
When she gets angry, she won't care even if the King of Heaven himself comes.
Besides, there are no small characters.
slow……
In this situation, even the small print doesn't appear?
Does this mean it won't happen again in the future?
She opened her hand to check, and saw that her palm was perfectly clean and there was nothing unusual about it.
Suddenly, a hand reached out.
That hand had distinct knuckles, was long and clean, and had porcelain-white skin like jade, yet it clung to me like a vine.
Daojun's hands were as warm as ever, but they carried the damp, hot sensation of an ovarian animal, like a bone-deep infection that was hard to let go of once you were on them.
This was completely at odds with Xiao Daojun's aloof and scholarly demeanor. Yao Jin was stunned for a moment, and only after she realized that Meng Ji had misunderstood her meaning and thought she was begging for peace.
Meng Ji quickly suppressed the disappointment of being shaken off by his wife again, and the gloom in his eyes disappeared.
He pursed his lips, his ear tips turning red, and cautiously glanced at her, "Madam."
Such a thrilling scene had never been seen in the classroom before. Not only was Chi Yi stunned, but even Liu Xiaoshun, who had returned to his seat, almost dropped his book.
Then I looked around.
There was no more clamor or argument; all that remained were pairs of eyes peering out from behind the books.
It was so obvious that even Yao Jin couldn't help but glance at it.
Yao Jin suddenly thought of a group of silly geese, who were simple-minded but respected only their leader.
Yao Jin tilted his head, looked at that hand, and suddenly laughed.
The smile was extremely malicious and made no attempt to hide it.
A silvery laugh, like the tinkling of silver bells, emanated from her throat, sweet yet dangerous, as if saturated with honey.
From a top-down perspective, the two rows of small white porcelain teeth are clearly visible.
Neat and orderly, with a clear order.
But two tiger teeth were hidden inside, breaking free from the rules and showing their unruly nature.
Meng Ji's gaze was obscure, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, yet he still firmly grasped her hand again.
"Madam, I'm sorry, it was my fault. I shouldn't have suddenly dropped the sword and startled you." Meng Ji's hand was very large, almost twice the size of Yao Jin's.
He adopted an extremely humble posture, first glancing at Yao Jin's expression, and then quickly placing his hand on Yao Jin's face when Yao Jin seemed to soften.
Meng Ji's fingers were long and well-defined. He hooked and intertwined his five fingers, which had been pressed together, and gently grasped the person's hand.
Then, quite naturally, he apologized again, "Madam, please don't be angry. You can scold or beat me however you like, but please don't hurt yourself."
The initial excitement of shaking the gold had long since dissipated, but now that he was in high spirits, he wasn't about to let the opportunity slip by.
Shuanghua noticed the signal and immediately stepped forward, letting out a low hum.
Yao Jin looked at the sword, his eyes darting around slightly, but he spoke to Meng Ji, "You said it."
Meng Ji replied, "Yes."
Now Yao Jin was no longer polite. She grabbed the Frostflower Sword and used the tip to lift Meng Ji's chin, her gaze sweeping over him.
This kind of scanning is very impolite, and can even be described as rude.
Ever since Meng Ji entered the Immortal Sect and broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm in a short period of time, there has been no such gaze.
How does he usually treat people who give him that kind of look?
Did they gouge out the other person's eyes, or slit their throats?
Or perhaps it's about using a gentle exterior to corrupt the other party, then when they least expect it, bending their spine, pulling out their teeth, causing them to bleed profusely, and making them unable to utter that contemptuous look again.
Meng Ji couldn't quite remember what had happened at the moment.
All that came to his mind was the feeling of being scratched by his wife last night—it was painful, yet also an extreme pleasure.
Only your wife can give you this feeling.
In truth, as long as it is given by the lady, what does it matter if it is painful?
The moment this thought arose, an immense excitement surged from his body, seeping into his bones and causing his limbs to tremble.
In her long reverie, Yao Jin's gaze finally settled. However, the next action might be a waste of energy, so she held Shuang Hua with one hand and beckoned Meng Ji with the other.
With just one gesture, Meng Ji understood Yao Jin's intentions, and a sudden, indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up within him.
After a moment, he obediently bowed and said, "Madam, please."
Yao Jin had no idea that the other party had thought so much in such a short time. When she saw Xiao Daojun lower his head, she didn't hold back and patted his Dao crown three times with Shuanghua.
"Clap clap clap." The crisp sounds rang out one after another.
Despite its harshness, it did not harm Meng Ji in the slightest.
Although it wasn't ruthless, these blows, delivered one after another, shattered the Taoist crown to pieces.
The lotus-shaped Taoist crown fell off, the silver crown smashed to the ground, and the fragments fluttered and swirled in the air.
When Yao Jin landed the last time, he deliberately used a lot of force.
The sound of wind breaking suddenly rang out, and the cold sword emitted a reddish light, but the blade stopped abruptly just as it was about to strike the fragile skull.
With a flick of his wrist, Yao Jin brought the sword to a stop right in front of Meng Ji's face.
"Really, it's up to me?" Yao Jin asked again.
After three taps, Meng Ji's neatly coiled bun was broken, and his black hair fell down, revealing the moonlight, making him look incredibly beautiful.
A few strands of hair fell across his forehead, obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, which only highlighted his unparalleled elegance.
Finally, he wasn't so well-behaved anymore, and Yao Jin watched him with great interest.
"Madam, it's up to you."
Yao Jin responded with a "Hmm," but when his gaze fell on the hands that were still clasped together, he became dissatisfied again.
She used force and slashed at Daojun's face.
She used some force, but to Yao Jin's surprise, Shuang Hua had been waiting impatiently. As Yao Jin exerted force, Shuang Hua added a little more force with silky smoothness, and a deep bloodstain immediately appeared on Meng Ji's face.
—Pat, pat.
Blood droplets rolled down his handsome face, quickly forming a thin line as they emerged one after another.
Drops of red plum blossoms fell onto the Frostflower Sword, causing it to hum and tremble, flashing an eerie red light.
A wisp of black demonic energy leaked out, mixed with some blood-like mist, splitting into several thin strands that permeated the school.
No one noticed that the dying man sitting in the classroom, whose black pupils had been blurred to the edges, slowly focused due to the demonic aura. The next second, he lowered his hand from his chest and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.
"magic!"
"There's a monster!" Several students in the classroom stood up instantly, drawing their natal swords. They gripped their swords and looked around warily.
Where is the devil?
"Watch out! Everyone, stay calm. This thing can get in anywhere. If you're not mentally strong, it's easy for it to slip through your defenses."
There were still quite a few people in the school who had just completed the Foundation Establishment stage. Upon hearing this, they immediately formed hand seals and silently recited the Heart Sutra.
The surrounding atmosphere became noisy, but Yao Jin could no longer hear clearly.
Her vision was filled with a bloody mist, and the figure of a boy appeared in her eyes again.
The boy held the sword, his slender fingertips lightly brushing across the bloodstains on it.
It seems to be the same dream as last time...
Where did Xuan Shuang go?
Yao Jin began searching around the boy, but upon seeing the surrounding environment, he suddenly trembled.
A scene of utter desolation—corpses littered the ground, their blood staining the sky crimson and casting a thick, bloody mist over it.
Suddenly, several vultures flew low and fast over, making cooing noises in their throats, pecking at the corpse with their sharp beaks and tearing off large chunks of flesh.
Most of those corpses were dead demons, but many were also cultivators.
A gurgling swallowing sound rang out, and Yao Jin's hair stood on end instantly; he almost couldn't help but gag.
She covered her mouth tightly, opened her eyes wide, and continued watching.
Despite the appalling circumstances, the boy seemed oblivious. He held his sword, his Taoist robe stained with blood. Yet, even in such filth, his figure remained solemn, like jade among mountains, or cypress among pines.
The boy's gaze swept around, then he suddenly chuckled and sat down on the ground.
Looking at the demons, their bodies half-eaten by vultures, Yao Jin felt an overwhelming sense of desolation. This feeling was heavy, suffocating her.
"Giggle giggle—" A burst of silvery laughter echoed through the air.
A red figure clung to her—it was a young girl with two strands of black hair hanging down at her temples, curving and looking incredibly lively. The rest of her hair was twisted into two strands on top of her head, one on the left and one on the right like two snails.
Yao Jin stared at the hair bun for a while, then reached out and touched her own empty head, feeling somewhat lost.
In that short time, the girl had already nestled into the boy's arms.
She hooked her sharp fingernails under his chin, tracing the line down his chin and across the boy's shirt, chuckling, "Little Taoist, now that you're seriously injured, how can you fight me?"
Little Taoist priest?
The golden ear tips perked up instantly, and they held their breath to listen.
But the girl seemed quite pleased with herself after she finished speaking, and chuckled for a while.
She looked at the man, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the boy's chin, pinning him down and preventing him from escaping.
She then twisted her waist slightly and offered her lips to him.
Yao Jin's eyes widened immediately, and he hurriedly looked at it.
After the kiss, both of their clothes came undone, but the girl's were more disheveled, revealing a small patch of her smooth, snow-white skin, which was full of cleavage.
Her voice was broken and breathless, but her fingertips gently traced across the boy's chest. "Cultivation is so arduous. Why don't you come with me, little Taoist, and enjoy the beauty of this world?"
This scene made Yao Jin's face turn bright red, her heart pounding like a ton of fluttering deer, filled with both excitement and nervousness.
She even clenched her fists in the shadows, silently cheering herself on: Take her in, take her in!
If that doesn't work, she'll go for it.
But only Yao Jin blushed and her heart pounded; the young man sat calmly on the jade platform.
He raised his hand lightly in mid-air, looking down at her like a Buddha looking down upon the world, and said, "You are about to die."
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