Chapter 15 Chapter 15 "Have you slept with him?"...
Yao Ning told Boss Chen that he wanted to leave. Boss Chen tried to keep him, but the smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows could no longer be concealed, making his expression a little distorted.
For some reason, Yao Ning had evil thoughts in mind. He frowned and grabbed Boss Chen by the collar: "I quite like this place. I will come back anytime in the future."
Boss Chen's expression froze instantly, he felt like crying but couldn't. He smiled dryly and said, "That's great."
That night, he returned to the servants' residence. Since he had discovered the concealment of Xizhou Pavilion, those obscene sounds came into his ears one after another. The other servants were unaware and unaffected, but the noise made Yao Ning unable to sleep.
She was too lazy to cast a barrier, so she went up to the roof to get some fresh air.
The roof of Xizhou Pavilion is higher than it looks, and standing on it seems like you can reach out and pick the stars.
Thinking about the spaces hidden and folded by magic, Yao Ning felt that Boss Chen's daily income must be very considerable.
She quietly felt the evening breeze, thinking about where to go next, and wondering why the enemy had not made any move after so much time.
A clear and melodious flute sound came to his ears, and Yao Ning's heart calmed down. He closed his eyes and listened, feeling the breeze on his face.
After the song ended, a warm voice was heard.
"Miss Yao is leaving?"
Yao Ning opened his eyes and saw the top performer, the one without an owner.
Even though he knew that this person was not Chen Qian, Yao Ning's heart still skipped a beat when he saw him for the first time.
Wuzhu was wearing a fluttering white robe, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a smile as gentle as a river of spring water.
Yao Ning woke up in an instant. Chen Qian was clear and cold, like the snow-capped peak of Kunlun Mountain, where the snow never melts all year round. Even if this man looked a little similar, the feeling he gave was completely opposite.
Yao Ning nodded, remembering his kindness, and said seriously: "Thank you for your kindness before."
Wuzhu shook his head: "It's not worth anything."
She didn't know if it was Yao Ning's illusion, but she always felt that there was a bit of kindness in this person's eyes, very similar to the way the sect leader looked at her when she was in Xuan Qing Sect, but there was something more indescribable.
Wuzhu put away the flute and walked closer. When he was one step away from Yao Ning, he hesitated for a moment with his raised toes, then retracted them.
There was a deliberate distance between the two of them.
Wuzhu looked at Yao Ning and sighed: "You have grown up a lot."
"Why do you say that, sir? Have we met before?"
Wuzhu remained noncommittal: "It's been too long, you probably completely forgot about it."
The night wind had grown stronger without anyone noticing, and half of the trees in the city were bent. The two men stood in the wind, their robes fluttering, and a fishy smell of earth filled the air.
Wuzhu raised his hand, and the wind around him suddenly became much weaker. A fallen leaf swirled and landed on Yao Ning's shoulder.
Wuzhu stared at the leaf, reached out and gently picked it off.
The leaves fell and drifted away in the breeze, but his hand still lingered on Yao Ning's shoulder.
Never touched, yet never left.
Yao Ning vaguely felt that the atmosphere was getting weird. She was about to take a step back when suddenly a white light flashed before her eyes, and then a purple lightning snake shot out, forcing Wuzhu back several feet.
The wind suddenly grew stronger, and a wind seal covering the entire Xizhou Pavilion opened in the sky. In the strong smell of thunder and rain, Yao Ning felt a weight on her waist. Someone held her waist and then took her into his arms without giving her any room to refuse.
Yao Ning raised his eyes.
It's Shen Qian.
Chen Qian looked down at her, purple lightning moving around him. He had the chill of a spring night, but the touch of his chest was hot.
Yao Ning heard his soft breathing, as if he had been running for a long time.
With his hair tied up in a jade crown and his white clothes as white as the first handful of snow in the world, he is still the otherworldly Immortal Lord Zixiao.
There is just a tiny, barely visible bruise under his eyes.
He gripped Yao Ning's hand with such force that Yao Ning could feel the man's anger gathering in him like thunder and lightning.
She moved her lips, wanting to say something, but her voice fell silent after meeting Chen Qian's gaze.
Chen Qian's eyes were heavy, and he swept across her face inch by inch, like a demanding businessman inspecting a valuable item he had just purchased.
His eyes moved to Yao Ning's slightly open lips, and then Yao Ning saw his Adam's apple move and he pursed his lips.
Chen Qian spoke, his voice no longer as cool as before, but rather low and hoarse. Yao Ning thought he was going to get angry, but he heard him say in a low voice with a cold face, "Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Huh?"
The last word has an upward sound, lingering lazily, not sounding like an attack to accuse someone, but rather like the flirting in Xizhou Pavilion.
Yao Ning's heartbeat gradually became rapid and he was speechless for a while.
The next moment, Chen Qian's nostrils flared and his expression suddenly changed.
He moved closer to her again, not touching her, yet just enough to touch her. He sniffed her neck, behind her ears, and then the side of her face.
His waist tightened again, and Yao Ning felt as if his bones were about to be crushed. Chen Qian's breath was unstable: "What smell is on you?"
Yao Ning didn't know what smell she had on her body, probably the incense of cosmetics from Xizhou Pavilion. Chen Qian didn't like it, and she subconsciously felt that she needed to take a bath.
Chen Qian turned his head and looked at Wuzhu who was a few feet away.
Since he appeared, apart from forcing Wuzhu to retreat, he never even gave the other party a glance.
Needless to say, he was extremely arrogant. Even though this person was too close to Yao Ning, which made him unhappy, he still did not take him seriously.
But this one glance suddenly made Shen Qian's aura become sharper.
Yao Ning saw Chen Qian's jaw tense, staring at Wuzhu, his eyebrows slightly lowered.
Wuzhu was just a ghost of a young waiter. Yao Ning didn't want Chen Qian to misunderstand him, but he was also afraid that he was being too sentimental. When he was at a loss, he heard Chen Qian slowly utter two words.
"It's you."
Yao Ning looked at Wuzhu.
In front of Shen Qian, even though this man's appearance dimmed, his demeanor was still calm. Compared to Shen Qian's obviously restless mood, his white clothes were spotless, and his expression was calm and gentle, more like a person looking down from a high position.
Yao Ning was stunned.
Chen Qian said: "The leader of Taohua Temple has always been mysterious. I didn't expect him to be in the South Wind Pavilion."
Peach Blossom Temple.
This was the second time Yao Ning heard this name.
The Hehuan Sect in the demon world uses dual cultivation to improve their skills. Adu, who robbed his money that day, used a trick called "Peach Blossom Waves in March, River Flows Back to the Old Traces". Going back in time, Yao Ning almost fell into the trap.
Yao Ning was already amazed by Adu's move, and the gentleman in front of him, Wuzhu, was actually the leader of Taohua An?
Wuzhu chuckled, "If I hadn't hidden here, I wouldn't have had the good fortune to meet Aning, live in the same room with her for more than ten days, and watch the bright moon together tonight."
These words were said in an ambiguous way, and Wuzhu's delicate features were instantly filled with a hint of voluptuousness, which really gave her the charm of the Hehuan Sect.
The moment the words fell from his mouth, lightning had already reached Wuzhu's eyebrows.
However, he remained calm and unhurried, casting a murderous look at Yao Ning.
That look was very gentle, yet filled with regret and doubt.
There was a faint buzzing in his head, and when he looked up again, Wuzhu was standing in front of him.
There were only two people on the empty rooftop of Xizhou Pavilion. The moonlight poured down like a stream. An ownerless hand fell on Yao Ning's shoulder, brushing away the fallen leaf.
He didn't touch her and turned to look at Yao Ning.
Yao Ning was completely unaware of this, only feeling that the atmosphere at the moment seemed a little weird.
The earthy smell rose from all around, it was the smell of an impending thunderstorm. The wind was raging violently several feet away, but the area around them was peaceful and quiet.
A smile appeared on Wuzhu's rosy lips. He did not retract his hand, but placed it on Yao Ning's shoulder. Before Yao Ning could react, he suddenly pulled her closer with force.
If viewed from a distance, the two of them were so close together that their ears were rubbing against each other, or as if they were about to form a hug.
A strong wind suddenly rushed in, tearing the tranquility apart; thunder and lightning came with tremendous force, forcing the ownerless to retreat.
Chen Qian fell beside Yao Ning, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, looking coldly at Wuzhu.
"It's you."
Wuzhu smiled, and that smile was filled with arrogance, contempt, and blatant provocation.
"The leader of Taohua An has always been mysterious. I didn't expect that he would be hanging around Nanfeng Pavilion." Chen Qian's voice was no longer as indifferent as before, and even carried a hint of mockery.
Yao Ning was stunned for a moment, thinking of Taohua An and Adu, and looked at the man opposite in disbelief.
"If I hadn't hidden here, I wouldn't have had the good fortune to meet Aning, live with her in the same room for more than ten days, and then admire the bright moon together tonight and share my heart."
These words were too ambiguous, and coupled with his actions just now, even if Chen Qian didn't care about him, he would still be angry because his nominal wife behaved intimately with someone else.
Chen Qian was indeed angry. His anger had begun to build up before he met Yao Ning, and now it had reached an indescribable level.
Even before he got angry, he was still uneasy. He wondered if Yao Ning was really here. Could it be that the disciples of Beiming Sect had seen it wrong? Would this be another disappointment?
If she were really here, what would I say when I saw her?
Why did she go to Nanfeng Pavilion, such a dirty place? Will she suffer any loss or be bullied?
But there was a short and subtle buzzing in his consciousness, and he was suddenly furious, but he didn't know where the anger came from.
Until he fell from the void and saw a man hugging Yao Ning.
Chen Qian couldn't describe the feeling at that moment. For the first time in his life, he had the desire to kill someone and destroy his soul.
Even if this person is a mortal.
The laws, the heart of the Tao, the progress, everything drifted away, and only violence remained in his heart.
The man moved his people.
Yao Ning is his.
Even if he doesn't love or care about you, it's just his own fault.
But now he recognized that this man was not an ordinary person. He was the leader of Taohua An, a mysterious and powerful figure in the demon world.
Even the cruel and violent Demon Lord Jiangcan, who unified the demon world, had to show respect to the master of Taohua An.
In Taohua Temple, everyone practices the Hehuan technique.
This person actually dared to touch Yao Ning.
Along with the anger, there is also a possessive desire that is as raging as a prairie fire.
Chen Qian looked at the Taohua An Sect Master expressionlessly and pulled Yao Ning into his arms.
Then he slowly withdrew his gaze and looked down at Yao Ning.
Yao Ning's heartbeat quickened when Chen Qian appeared, and her breath was hot. Although he had reached the highest level of out-of-body cultivation, when Chen Qian held her waist, she seemed so weak and boneless that she was easily embraced in his arms.
She even forgot to resist for a moment, forgot her previous determination, and forgot why she left without saying goodbye.
Maybe she is just too soft-hearted when facing Shen Qian.
At least for the time being, she couldn't be tough.
Shen Qian gently sniffed the side of her neck and behind her ears, then the corner of his lips brushed against her cheek and the tip of his nose touched hers.
"Have you slept with him?"
It took Yao Ning a while to understand what "slept with" meant.
She panicked and said hurriedly: "No, I didn't..."
Before she could finish, Shen Qian tilted his head slightly and held her lips.
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