Chapter 40 Chapter 40 This... This is too weird...
Ling Zhouci curled up into a ball on the ground.
His gaze uncontrollably lingered on the girl standing in front of him, looking down at him, her clothes tightly grasped.
"Still looking?" Ling Fuying naturally noticed his gaze. This man was so shameless even when he was sick.
Among the men she has met so far, except Xuan Min, the others are hard to describe. Ling Zhouci has such a thing on her delicate body. She must be very tired.
After all, his frail body was not enough to support his little Ci.
Let Fuying look away and sit down to rest.
Ling Zhouci's consciousness gradually became clear, but he was still a little drowsy due to the fever.
Like rising and falling in the sea.
Ling Fuying's face suddenly appeared in his mind.
So fragrant... so soft.
He moved the tip of his tongue lightly.
After regaining some strength, he slowly approached the girl sleeping in the corner, snuggled up to her and closed his eyes.
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Ling Fuying woke up and found that Ling Zhouci had fallen into her arms again without her knowing when, and she immediately pushed him away.
At this moment, his face was no longer flushed from last night, his lips were pale, and he looked weak and quiet as usual.
At this moment, he had nothing to do with the word desire, just like a clean landscape painting. Last night seemed to be an illusion to her.
He slowly opened his watery eyes. At this moment, he regained all his sanity, and everything that happened last night was right before his eyes.
His face turned pale, as if he had done something that made him extremely painful and regretful.
Ling Zhouci frowned and was about to speak, but Fu Ying spoke first.
"You'd better shut up! Forget about what happened last night!"
Lingzhou Ci was depressed. What did he say when his lyrics were told to him?
He also didn't want to remember the ridiculous scene of last night.
But no matter how much he resisted in his heart, his throat was very dry.
Because he had been weak since childhood, Ling Zhouci rarely had the moments of manly vigor and vitality. He was pure and had few desires, so even if he occasionally had a reaction, he would just take medicine to suppress it.
Because he didn't want to do this kind of thing with someone he didn't like, and doing it alone... was too tiring. He had tried it before, but he didn't get any relief until he was exhausted and about to collapse. He was tense and painful, and he didn't want to experience it again.
They say that this is the happiest thing, but the only time he experienced it he felt only pain and torture.
Later he simply took medicine to suppress it, and this became his habit. The medicines for nourishing the body also had the effect of suppressing anger.
He hadn't had such a reaction in a long time, and his desire was so weak that he almost couldn't remember that he was a man.
Not only was Ling Zhouci hurt physically, but she also suffered a huge blow mentally.
He might have been confused because of the fever... It wasn't that he had fallen in love with someone else, or had any other thoughts about her.
He's just an ordinary person whom I've only known for a few days.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Ling Zhouci watched Ling Fuying looking around in the ice cave, but he always felt thirsty in the air. He pinched himself hard and finally relieved this bizarre thought.
"Do you think we should go down?"
Ling Fuying no longer had time to pay attention to what Ling Zhouci did last night. The most important thing now was to leave here or find other clues.
Ling Zhouci looked towards the bottomless abyss. If he went down there, he would most likely never come back and die. But it was also possible that that was their exit. He could also choose to return here by the same route, but it was also very likely that he would go around in circles and could not find a way to leave.
“It’s worth a try.”
With Ling Zhouci's words, Fu Ying felt at ease. Ling Zhouci was now a signpost, helping him avoid unnecessary dangers as much as possible.
However, if you are not careful, this ice ladder will slide down into the abyss. Ling Zhouci has no spiritual power, so how can he drive the wheelchair to float up?
So he ordered Fu Ying to say, "You stay here. I will go down and take a look first."
Now we have no choice but to give it a try.
The ice ladder was only two feet wide, which was not particularly narrow. Fu Ying lowered her body as much as possible and walked down carefully. She could not hear any sound, only the creepy cold air that seeped into every tiny gap in her clothes. The further she went down, the colder it became.
Halfway through the walk, the ice ladder suddenly collapsed, and the word "over" appeared in Fu Ying's mind.
From such a height, she had no idea where she would fall to. The ground below was still like an ice cave or flowing water, and the gorgeous dome made of ice and snow above her head also collapsed.
She and Ling Zhouci fell into an unknown place.
Fu Ying felt the dazzling white light and she covered her eyes with her hands. The first thought she had when she woke up was, it's great that she is not dead.
She didn't feel any discomfort when she stood up, but she was shocked and then filled with fear when she saw the scene in front of her.
She saw countless versions of herself.
Hundreds of ice mirrors surrounded her, and she could clearly see every movement of herself in the mirror. These hundreds of mirrors made her back cold and her heart uneasy.
Where is Ling Zhouci?
Suppressing the fear in her heart and continuing forward, she discovered with horror that the images in these mirrors had transformed into her true appearance...
!
Her mask didn't work?
Or was her disguise exposed in front of these mirrors?
But either one is a fatal problem.
Ling Zhouci must not be seen by Ling Zhouci, so Fu Ying prayed that Ling Zhouci would fall somewhere else, but the next second, Ling Zhouci's figure appeared in front of him, his wheelchair was intact, and he was leaning on it, gasping for breath.
Hearing the noise, he looked up and met Ling Fuying's eyes.
Ling Fuying had no idea whether he had returned to his original appearance, and he turned around immediately when he saw Ling Zhouci.
Ling Zhouci, who was about to speak, looked at her back, confused.
Ling Fuying walked forward quickly, wishing Ling Zhouci didn't see her at all, but a mirror moved in an instant, blocking her way. Those mirrors blocked her and Ling Zhouci, and her heart sank.
She had to accept the reality. At least it was Ling Zhouci who discovered it, not Yuchi Xianyue. Now her request was lowered to as long as Yuchi Xianyue didn't find out.
Ling Fuying turned around, thinking about how to make Ling Zhouci keep the secret for her.
But Ling Zhouci on the opposite side looked calm, as if she had not seen her true face.
Is she the only one who can see her true appearance?
"Master, have you seen those mirrors?"
Ling Zhouci looked dissatisfied, he was not blind.
Relax Fuying's tense nerves.
"Then do you know how to break this formation?"
Ling Fuying had read about this formation in a book before. It should be called the Thousand Mirrors Formation, but there was not much record about it in the book, and Ling Fuying didn't know how to break it.
Ling Zhouci shook his head. He had only heard of it. After all, this formation only existed in records and legends, and no one knew how to break it.
This frost prism has trapped them, how can they break it?
Since he couldn't use his spiritual power yet, Fu Ying had to resort to the most primitive and violent means.
But she didn't know if she had the right tools. She looked at Ling Zhouci, who frowned and then realized what she was planning.
He slowly stood up from the wheelchair holding the armrest, and now he only had trust in Ling Fuying.
Ling Fuying picked up the wheelchair and knocked it twice to test his hand. The wheelchair was forged with top-grade black iron, so its sturdiness was beyond doubt.
Bang! There was a loud noise.
The frost mirror in front of him shattered with a sound, and glass fragments were scattered all over the ground.
"It works!" Ling Fuying was very happy. He swung the wheelchair and was about to continue smashing it, but the brittle Frost Prism Mirror closed up out of thin air without any sign of breakage.
Both of them were stunned, and their happiness was for nothing.
After the blow, a small dent appeared on Ling Zhouci's wheelchair. Ling Fuying looked at him with some guilt, but this small dent did not affect the use of the wheelchair. Ling Fuying hit it hard again, and a small dent appeared on each armrest of the wheelchair.
Symmetrical.
The first method has failed for the time being.
Ling Fuying walked around the mirror, wondering how he could get out.
But at this moment, a few large words appeared on the thousands of mirrors surrounding them.
【Who are you? 】
Ling Fuying paused and subconsciously glanced at Ling Zhouci.
She had a bad feeling.
Ling Fuying thought in her heart that she was Ling Fuying, but the big words did not disappear.
Come on, are you going to say it out loud? That would be the end of it.
Ling Fuying still held a glimmer of hope, what if it needed to be handwritten? But she just couldn't find a place to write yet.
She walked to the Frost Diamond Mirror, blocked Ling Zhouci's sight with her body, and quickly wrote the words "Ling Fuying" under the big words with her fingers.
But still no response.
"Young Master Lingzhou, why don't you try to say your name?"
He looked at Ling Fuying suspiciously, wondering why she didn't say it herself.
But there is no need to worry about such a small matter. It just seems a bit strange to say "I am Ling Zhouci" so seriously, especially when there are other people around.
"Young Master, please speak quickly."
Ling Zhouci moved her lips and said a little uncomfortably, "I am Ling Zhouci."
There was complete silence.
Deathly quiet.
He seemed to be talking to himself in the air.
Unspeakable embarrassment.
Why? Ling Fuying couldn't understand.
"Young Master, try again."
Ling Zhouci pursed her lips and looked at her, frowning slightly, and said to the air: "I am Ling Zhouci."
This time he spoke weakly.
At this moment, it seemed as if a few crows were flying overhead.
Ling Zhouci's face flushed red and he glared at Ling Fuying, but she was so busy trying to figure out the reason that she didn't even look at him.
"Young Master, try again and speak louder."
Ling Zhouci:......
A nameless anger rose in his heart, and he said it again with a stronger tone, "I am Ling Zhouci!"
Is that ok?
After he finished speaking, he choked and started coughing violently. His face turned redder and redder, and it looked like he would pass out in the next second.
"That's enough, that's enough!" Ling Fuying was frightened by him and was afraid that he would die here.
"Young Master, if you could add one more sentence, you could say you are the Young Master Ling Zhouci of Daluo Continent. This is within Daluo Continent. Perhaps it would let us pass because we are acquaintances."
Ling Zhouci was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and said, "Let Fu Ying be!"
Ling Fuying:?
Ling Zhouci was also frightened when he blurted out the name. His expression flickered. The person in front of him was clearly called Jingyun, so why did he blurt out Ling Fuying's name?
Ling Fuying looked at him in shock.
At this moment, all kinds of thoughts flashed through her mind. With Ling Zhouci's intelligence, he had noticed it. There was no reason why Yuchi Xianyue hadn't noticed it. Could it be that he did it on purpose to make fun of her?
This moment made Fu Ying think of all the messy and serious consequences, and he felt hopeless.
But Ling Zhouci stammered guiltily, "I'm sorry, I didn't call you."
That feeling of sulking was so familiar, so familiar that the person in front of him was clearly not Ling Fuying, and this person had no similarities with her at all, but he called out Ling Fuying's name without thinking.
She didn't know Ling Fuying, and Ling Zhouci's embarrassment was slightly relieved.
But what he couldn't accept was that he actually called out Ling Fuying's name, she, she... as if he cared about her very much and thought of her all the time.
This... this is really ridiculous... The more he thought about it, the less confident he became.
This made Fu Ying confused.
Didn't call her?
Seeing the girl in front of him standing there in a daze, Ling Zhouci explained again awkwardly: "He is just an insignificant person. Please don't mind, Miss Jingyun."
Fu Ying's eyes lit up, it seemed that he didn't recognize her.
She smiled, trying to suppress her fingers from shaking with nervousness, "I see. It's no problem. I don't mind."
"I just don't know who this girl is."
"But, but..." Ling Zhouci didn't know how to answer.
The wife of the man you love?
This is ridiculous!
It's ridiculous!
Ling Zhouci's face turned pale.
Ling Fuying had no time to pay attention to how he answered, but her question pushed Ling Zhouci to the forefront, and he had no idea how to answer.
"He's just an insignificant person."
"Oh." Ling Fuying said casually while observing his surroundings.
But she thought to herself that Ling Zhouci really hated her. She didn't even forget her name at this time, and her tone was really full of hatred.
She suddenly developed a bad taste in her mouth.
If there was a next question, asking him the name of the person he loves, the scene would surely be very interesting.
Ling Fuying soon couldn't laugh anymore.
Ling Zhouci calmed down and said to her, "Perhaps this question requires both you and I to answer at the same time in order to pass."
Fu Ying was so nervous that his palms were sweating.
She calls out his name to scare him to death.
"Are you ready?"
Ling Fuying took a deep breath and said, "Okay."
"I am Ling Zhouci."
"I am&@"
Ling Zhouci:?
"What did you say?"
"I said my name."
Lingzhou Ci thought about it briefly and it seemed that he was talking about something called "Ying".
The words on the Frost Diamond Mirror slowly disappeared, causing Fu Ying to give himself a thumbs-up.
It seems that this formation can understand human language.
However, she didn't expect that what she said would come true. This time the question was really: Who is the person you like?
Ling Fuying gloated over other people's misfortune.
She glanced at Ling Zhouci, who was visibly stiff.
What kind of crappy formation is this? What kind of crappy questions are being asked? Are all formations supposed to be so gossipy?
"Young Master, who is the person you like?" Ling Fuying approached him and asked.
In this world, it is still somewhat difficult to talk about liking men. Although this is a world of BL, the mainstream is still heterosexuality.
Ling Zhouci stared at the big words blankly, as if he had not emptied his mind.
Who is his beloved one?
If it were usual, he would have mentioned Yuchi Xianyue without hesitation. In his eyes, what did the worldly view matter? His feelings for Yuchi Xianyue were open and aboveboard, and he could show them off completely.
But now when he thought about it, he couldn't say it at all. It was so awkward. Even as the words were forming in his mouth, he got goosebumps all over his body. It was so weird.
Perhaps because he was a married man and his wife was pregnant, he didn't know how many strange looks he would receive from Miss Jingyun when he said it out loud.
"What about you?" Ling Zhouci pretended to be calm and asked Ling Fuying.
"I don't have any."
She could say with certainty that no, if it had been in the past, it would definitely have been Yuchi Xianyue, but who cared about him now? Who was he?
"You don't like..." Ling Zhouci stopped talking in time. He thought Ling Fuying liked that monk.
"Are you ready? Let's talk about it together."
This made Fu Ying say the word "self" with full confidence.
Ling Zhouci: "The person I love is %@"
Ling Fuying glanced at him with dissatisfaction.
This person plagiarized her idea.
But it did not go as Ling Zhouci wished. The line of big words did not disappear, which meant that someone was lying.
Ling Zhouci was talking about Yuchi Xianyue, but he said it very quickly, so why didn't it work?
He was a little confused.
"Master, you haven't explained clearly."
He closed his eyes and forced himself to repeat it to Ling Fuying, but this time he slowed down a little, but Ling Fuying still couldn't hear it.
He thought no one could hear it, but Ling Fuying already knew that he would say Yuchi Xianyue. He sped up on purpose to make it even more obvious, as if no one could hear it.
"This name sounds familiar." Ling Fuying said deliberately.
Ling Zhouci was so nervous that he broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't know when liking Yuchi Xianyue became such a guilty thing.
"Wei..." Ling Fuying muttered silently.
Ling Zhouci stared at her with a pale face, wishing he could stop her from going on immediately.
But he couldn't even get up, push her against the wall, and cover her lips tightly.
"I really didn't hear it clearly, young master, can you tell me quietly?"
Ling Fuying's words were like a ray of hope. Fortunately, she didn't hear it clearly, otherwise he would have tried every means to make her forget this secret.
Ling Zhouci started to fight back, "You must like that monk."
“Who likes that monk!”
So the two of them said it again, and this time she said Xuan Min's Buddhist name, but there was still no movement.
"You still don't believe me? I've already told you it's not my problem. Young Master, don't be embarrassed. Just tell me who you like. I won't laugh at you."
Ling Zhouci clenched her palms tightly, pursed her lips and said nothing.
Suddenly, the line of big characters turned blood red, a big cross appeared, and then the words "failure due to exhaustion" appeared.
Ling Fuying looked at Ling Zhouci coldly.
“What if I don’t pass?”
Lingzhou Cihai was lost in the confusion that had just occurred and did not answer Ling Fuying.
Ling Fuying knocked around the mirror, trying to find another way to break the deadlock.
She noticed that the few big words disappeared and new words appeared, which made Fu Ying happy, but she was stunned after seeing them clearly.
【Face your true self.】
True intention?
The mirrors around her slowly turned, and she immediately became extremely alert, guarding against any danger that might occur at any time.
However, there was neither the ice blade attack that she had imagined, nor did the ground break.
But before she could relax, a dense itch rose from the deepest part of her heart, as if countless small insects were crawling up from the soles of her feet along her calves, and her scalp was numb.
My heart started to get restless.
She was all too familiar with this feeling.
Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.
She went to see Ling Zhouci, who was sitting in a wheelchair with his head lowered, so Fuying couldn't see his expression.
It would be fine if she didn't look, but as soon as she looked at Ling Zhouci, her gaze uncontrollably went to his legs.
She actually had thoughts about this sickly boy and wanted to pin him to the ground and watch him cry.
Once the thought came to mind, it could not be suppressed. Fu Ying got goosebumps all over her body. Her legs went weak and she immediately turned around, trying to stop herself from looking at Ling Zhouci.
When she turned around, Ling Zhouci raised her eyes, her fiery gaze fixed on Ling Fuying.
He also realized that something was wrong.
He was confused due to fever last night, but this time he was very clear-headed.
He had only known this person for a few days.
Ling Zhouci didn't want to believe that he was such a fickle man.
Seeing that the girl opposite him also had a flushed face, he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it was the formation that was causing the problem, not his own.
The Frost Prism Mirror surrounded her tighter and tighter, and the space between her and Ling Zhouci became increasingly narrow, forcing them together.
The entire space is only six feet wide.
Let Fu Ying stay away from Ling Zhouci as much as possible to resist the desire in his heart.
Silently reciting the Qingxin Jue has some effect, but the effect is not significant.
She heard Ling Zhouci's suppressed moans, and he seemed to be in much more pain than she was.
The heat was about to destroy Ling Zhouci's sanity. Feelings more painful than before rushed together, and beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks.
Both of their bodies were drenched in sweat.
Ling Fuying was trembling, and was still silently warning himself to stay awake.
"Young... Young Master." Her throat was dry and she spoke with difficulty, "You must hold on."
Ling Zhouci was already a little dazed, and his hands, which were tightly clenched, moved downwards uncontrollably.
Hearing Ling Fuying's words, he gritted his teeth and woke up.
This made Fu Ying want to grab Ling Zhouci and relieve the heat in his heart.
This was a completely different concept from the bond of love between her and Shen Fuxue. It was like heaven and earth apart. At that time, she could still resist, but this time, her desire seemed to be magnified thousands of times by this frost mirror, and she was left with only the instinct to pursue her desire.
I wonder if Chen Fuxue, who has absorbed a large amount of love-binding threads, feels similar to her now.
If that's true, it would be too hard.
Ling Fuying secretly made up his mind to be nicer to Shen Fuxue when he got out, after all, it was she who put that thing in him.
Her fingertips trembled as she struggled to untie her clothes, pressing herself against the icy ground to relieve the heat in her body. The coldness finally brought back some of her sanity.
After holding on for about a quarter of an hour, Ling Fuying heard Ling Zhouci tremblingly say, "I...I can't bear it anymore."
He had to endure it even if he couldn't help it. Is there anything else he could do with this body?
If Ling Fuying went to see Ling Zhouci, he would find that he had reached his limit and he was holding on to the armrest of the wheelchair tightly to avoid falling.
"You, please hold on a little longer!" Ling Fuying was also feeling very uncomfortable.
If he persists any longer, he might explode and die on the spot.
The touch of his mouth last night instantly broke down his defenses. He opened his lips and his eyes became moist.
I want to eat sweet rice dumplings again.
Ling Zhouci went to look at Miss Jingyun who was far away from him. Her face suddenly turned into Ling Fuying's. He closed his eyes and said nothing.
"You...if you really can't help it, then do it yourself." Ling Fuying said with a trembling voice.
She had seen Chen Fuxue being self-sufficient, so Ling Zhouci thought he could do the same.
She didn't hear Ling Zhouci's answer, but there was a rustling sound coming from behind her.
Ling Fuying covered her ears and didn't dare to imagine what he was doing.
But the image automatically popped into her mind, and she couldn't control it at all.
Ling Fuying was now like a sex-hungry ghost, wishing he could pounce on Ling Zhouci immediately. However, he was unable to resist.
The boy's low panting behind him became more and more rapid.
"No." Ling Zhouci let go dejectedly. His palms ached and his strength was draining away quickly.
He was getting more and more tense and more and more painful.
This made Fu Ying confused.
What does no mean?
She heard the sound of a wheelchair rolling, getting closer and closer to her, which frightened Fu Ying. She would rather die than be with her former rival in a wheelchair!
This... this is too weird.
Ling Zhouci likes her husband, and she and the man who likes her husband... this and that, it seems weird no matter how you think about it.
Most importantly, what if, in the middle of the process, he died on her?
That would leave her with a lifelong shadow and she would never dare to touch a man again.
It’s painful to think about life without being able to touch a man.
The experience Chen Fuxue brought her was still very good. As long as they didn't get married, make promises, or have children, everything was wonderful.
"Calm down first!" Ling Fuying shouted to regain his sanity.
"Why...why not?" Ling Fuying asked with gritted teeth.
Ling Zhouci's face was filled with dejection. "I can't get out."
Now he has obviously given up on himself, and when he gets out, he will have her memory erased so that no one will know.
Can't get out? This made Fu Ying encounter unfamiliar words.
She thought of Chen Fuxue. It seemed that he had been in a similar situation before and still borrowed her help.
Ling Fuying looked at her palms. No, no, she couldn't bring herself to attack Ling Zhouci, who looked like she would die at any moment.
It was like stretching out a devilish claw towards the defenseless boy.
She thought about it and stumbled over it before saying to Ling Zhouci, "Let me tell you a story. Let's try again."
Ling Fuying thought of the monk and the goblin in the picture book. No, that couldn't be said. She then thought of the butcher and the widow. That was a stretch.
So she showed her excellent eloquence and told the story of the butcher and the widow in a vivid and colorful way. It was so erotic that she spoke until her mouth was dry.
She heard the rubbing sound coming from the boy behind her that made her heart numb.
"how?"
She speaks very well.
The butcher was strong and rough, but his own frail body...
Ling Zhouci instantly lost interest. The pain that could not be relieved or alleviated made him suspect that if it lasted any longer, he would become useless.
He suddenly had the urge to cut it off. Would that way he wouldn't be bothered by it anymore?
Ling Zhouci felt disgusted. It was too dirty, like an impulsive beast. He was clearly too weak to even stand up, and had to rely on a wheelchair to get around, yet he was as uncontrollable as a wild beast.
"No." Ling Zhouci closed her eyes.
Always, always just a little bit short.
He was thinking... he himself didn't even know what he was thinking.
Suddenly, he remembered Ling Fuying's fingers. Once, they accidentally fell and her soft and delicate hands pressed on his chest.
He was caught off guard, as if he had passively turned on a switch. Ling Zhouci's body trembled and there was a buzzing in his ears.
…
Ling Zhouci slumped in the wheelchair, the white light in his head lingering.
Gradually regaining consciousness, he stared blankly at his intoxicated face reflected in thousands of mirrors.
He moved his trembling fingers.
So this is what it feels like to do something that everyone is rushing to do.
He thought before passing out.
Ling Fuying no longer heard the movement behind him.
When I turned around, I saw that his face was flushed, but his eyes were closed and he had fallen into a coma.
She was dumbfounded.
Shuangshuang. Fainted?
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The author has something to say: I won’t faint anymore. If I do, I’ll wake up the next second and continue working hard. [Starry Eyes]
Oh my god, I'm really perverted. I really like the top service spirit of those who are so weak but still try to prove themselves, who have to continue to serve their sisters even when they are exhausted and secretly drink medicine, who diligently deliver food, and who even vomit blood and fall to the ground but still continue to serve their sisters. Being weak is interesting, don't you think so? [burst into tears][burst into tears]
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