Chapter 44 Chapter 44: Still thinking about someone else's wife
Chen Fuxue's lips and tongue were burning hot, like a scorching stove.
Ling Fuying was so burned that she was in a trance. It was clear that the person in front of her was Chen Fuxue, but she felt a sense of novelty as if she was having an affair with someone else.
Maybe he learned some random stuff somewhere.
Chen Fuxue's lips were about to come close again, causing Fu Ying to turn her head away, and his kiss landed on her cheek.
"I've already told you no, if you continue I'll get angry."
It's fun to have some fun occasionally, but you can't go too far.
Just like a dog, if you indulge it too much, it will only become more arrogant. Appropriate rewards and punishments are extremely necessary.
But it's not appropriate. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe him as a cat.
She liked Shen Fuxue's skills in bed, but she didn't have any further feelings for him.
Come to think of it, increasing her luck value is also a great advantage.
Yesterday, she obtained 200 points of luck from Shen Fuxue, which brought her one step closer to 3,000.
While she was thinking, Chen Fuxue pressed her into the soft blanket. Her back touched the soft quilt, and in front of her was the tall body of a man. Fu Ying waved her arms in panic, trying to get up, but his long legs squeezed between her legs.
The man's lips fell on the side of her face, causing Fu Ying's body to tremble slightly. The hem of her skirt embroidered with peonies was crumpled into a ball by his hands. In a trance, she felt the touch on her waist, opened her eyes wide, and kicked him under the bed uncontrollably.
There was a loud thud, and the ground hit Fu Ying hard, forcing her to stand up. The blanket slipped off her body, and her long, smooth, black hair spread over her round and small shoulders.
The heavy snow on this day was really strange.
She thought about the confusing nightmare Xuan Min mentioned, which might be related to his abnormality.
Ling Fuying sat on the bed and looked down at the man panting on the ground. "It's the middle of the night, go back quickly."
The man on the ground stared at Ling Fuying's exposed bare feet without blinking. The hem of her green cotton skirt just hung down to her snow-white calves.
He obviously didn't hear what Ling Fuying was saying.
After thinking for a moment, she took out the soul-soothing talisman Xuan Min had given her. She had several and could give one to Chen Fuxue. "This can calm your mind. Take it back and place it by your bed."
She was holding a golden triangular talisman, which made her fingers look even whiter. Although she frowned, her eyes were filled with concern as she looked at him.
"Did you hear that?"
Chen Fuxue stared at the talisman paper in her hand. In the past, he had never received any care from Ling Fuying.
This feeling was extremely strange, and suddenly he realized that she didn't care about him.
But I care about the snow.
He took the soul-soothing talisman from Ling Fuying's hand and glanced at it casually, but his fingers almost left fingerprints on it.
Ling Fuying looked at him suspiciously, wondering why he hadn't spoken a word today.
But she really didn't have time to talk to him anymore. She had said everything she needed to say. She asked Fu Ying to lie down and rest, and didn't want to bother with him anymore.
She lay peacefully in bed, her sleeping face beautiful, like a peony about to bloom. The faint candlelight at the head of the bed enveloped her curvy and plump body, a softness completely different from the man's cold and hard body.
When Shen Fuxue stood up, his silver robe slid off like water, but his silver-gray eyes gradually turned dark green. He stood behind the girl on the bed, looking at her quietly.
He lowered his head and glanced at the requiem talisman in his hand, tearing it into pieces easily.
Just as he was about to burn it in his hands, he extinguished the fire and put it in his arms.
His figure disappeared from the room.
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In the second half of the night, Ling Fuying opened her eyes in a half-asleep state, only to see Chen Fuxue standing beside the bed. How could it be him again? This question popped up in her mind as she was extremely sleepy.
He hasn't left yet?
Ling Fuying turned over and continued to sleep, and Chen Fuxue did not disturb her.
He deliberately came a little late tonight. Chen Fuxue took off his outer robe and carefully lay down beside the girl who was lying on her side.
He would not have done such a thing in the past, as he was worried that Xiaoman would be annoyed. But tonight he was a little out of control. After lying down next to Xiaoman, he felt nervous and satisfied. But gradually he was no longer satisfied with this and began to slowly approach her.
Always paying attention to Xiaoman's reaction, Shen Fuxue touched her dress, her fingers trembling as if she had touched her skin.
Chen Fuxue turned sideways, looked at her slender neck, took up a strand of Ling Fuying's long hair, and closed his eyes.
After Ling Fuying woke up, she looked at the seat next to her in a daze. She felt very crowded last night, and she seemed to see Chen Fuxue.
But she wasn't entirely sure.
Ling Fuying went out and saw Yuchi Xianyue. She rolled her eyes and planned to go and see how Miss Yang was doing.
Xuan Min had just diagnosed Miss Yang and found that part of her broken soul had been restored, so she would wake up soon.
Now all that’s left is to find the ghost in the house.
We need to find the ghost to know whether it is a nightmare or not, so that we can find a way to deal with it.
At some point, Yuchi Xianyue walked up behind them and asked, "Master, have you made any new discoveries?"
Ling Fuying subconsciously moved away from him and walked to Xuan Min's side to separate him.
Yuchi Xianyue looked at her.
"Miss Jingyun, I thought about it carefully after I went back yesterday. You are right. There may be other misunderstandings between my wife and I that have not been resolved." Yuchi Xianyue said quite gently.
"I'm sorry, I forgot something."
Ling Fuying couldn't stand Yuchi Xianyue's hypocritical behavior.
Yuchi Xianyue didn't care whether she remembered or not. "Miss Jingyun is already married, why didn't you come here with your Taoist partner?"
Fu Ying suspected that Yuchi Xianyue was changing the subject so quickly on purpose.
He glanced at Xuan Min who was standing beside Ling Fuying.
"To be honest, he and I divorced a long time ago, so naturally I wouldn't come here with him. Besides, even if we were very close, we couldn't stick together all the time. We'd get tired of each other eventually, no matter how good our relationship was. Besides, we no longer have any feelings for each other."
"Miss Jingyun is really sober."
"The Territory Lord is joking."
Ling Fuying felt a toothache when talking to him. Wasn't he tired of acting? She felt exhausted for him.
"I thought that between you and Master Xuan Min..."
Xuan Min looked straight at him. Although his thoughts were indeed not something that could be revealed to others, no one had ever said this to him.
But even if someone really said something, he couldn't refute it.
Noticing Xuan Min's gaze, Yuchi Xianyue said, "Master, please don't misunderstand me. I just saw that you two get along so well, I thought you two had known each other for many years."
Without waiting for Xuan Min to answer, Ling Fuying continued, "Master Xuan Min is compassionate, kind-hearted, and efficient. This is the same for anyone who gets along with him."
Hearing Ling Fuying's words of defense, Xuan Min's chest felt hot, and affection surged in his eyes as he looked at Ling Fuying.
Yuchi Xianyue: ...
The smile in his eyes disappeared completely.
He had the thought of strangling Ling Fuying to death countless times, but letting her die so quickly would be too easy.
It wouldn't hurt to let her live one more day.
Thinking of this, Yuchi Xianyue finally felt calm.
Ling Fuying glanced at Xuan Min. He was wearing a simple monk's robe that covered his muscular body, but even so, his tall body could be seen. The Buddhist beads hanging around his neck added a sense of abstinence to him.
Although he was strong, he was not dark-skinned, and his skin was fair. Fu Ying had seen it and touched it with her own hands, and the touch was very good. When she thought of the male beauty, she lost herself in it, so she stopped herself from looking at Xuan Min.
Her every move was seen by Yuchi Xianyue.
He looked casual and indifferent, and the ring in his hand was almost crushed by him.
A breeze blew, and even through Xuan Min, he could smell the fragrance on Ling Fuying's body, which was much lighter than when their lips were intertwined last night.
Ling Fuying in front of him had a cold expression on his face, but he was trembling in his hands last night.
Why is there such a huge difference?
For Yuchi Xianyue, everything around him was extremely fake, as if he was living in a fantasy world carefully woven by someone. He had no interests or hobbies of his own, let alone the so-called parental love, so he began to perform.
When he was two or three years old, he imitated others and disguised himself as a lovable little girl. Even when he encountered any unpleasantness, his eyes were full of smiles.
When he was five years old, he saw someone drunk, so he took the wine stored in the storehouse and drank three jars of it. After that, he fell drunk in the storehouse. The servants searched for him all day before they found him. They saw the fallen wine jars and the "little girl" lying on the ground with flushed cheeks.
This wine was the treasure of the old domain lord. Yuchi Xianyue was drunk for three days and three nights before he woke up.
When he was six years old, he imitated others fishing. In order to catch the koi in the frozen lake, he broke the ice and fell to the cold bottom of the lake. After he fished out the shivering Yuchi Xianyue, he had a high fever that did not subside. The old domain lord gave him a lot of elixirs, and he recovered as usual the next day.
When he was seven or eight years old, he saw a funny picture of catching cats in a book. He took advantage of the servants' inattention and climbed onto the eaves to catch the cat. He was scratched with several bloody marks on his face and fell from the eaves, almost breaking his leg.
There were countless things like this. When he was twelve or thirteen years old, it became normal for him to sit alone in the corridor for the whole day, like a very elegant and graceful young man. People who were not familiar with him would never think about his childhood experiences, but the servants who served him knew his character.
They were terrified, fearing that he would suddenly go fishing or climb up the roof to catch cats. Compared to these, his asking people to crawl through the dog hole seemed unremarkable.
After all, if he was happy, his servants would receive generous rewards.
Yuchi Xianyue is always particularly obsessed with things he can't get, and of course he has never experienced the feeling of not being able to get it.
But sometimes, after performing for so long, even he himself doesn’t know what he really wants or what he wants to do.
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For several days in a row, no men in black appeared at night, and with Xuan Min's soul-soothing talisman, Fu Ying's mood became calmer than before.
She was thinking about how to get the Dragon Breath Pill from Ling Zhouci.
She will not be able to rest assured until she refines the Tianhan Pearl into her own cultivation.
She decided to go to Ling Zhouci to find out what was going on.
Ling Zhouci looked very strange about Ling Fuying's arrival. Yufeng observed the young master's expression, wondering whether he wanted to see Miss Jingyun.
"Young Master, if you don't want to see me, then I will ask Miss Jingyun to go back."
After he said that, he was about to let Ling Fuying go out, but Ling Zhouci stopped him.
"Let her in."
When Ling Fuying came in, he saw the medicine bowl on the table next to Ling Zhouci. He really looked like a sickly person.
There was a faint herbal scent in the room, which was not unpleasant. The elegant fragrance was mixed with a few hints of bitter medicine. The taste was very special and seemed to have a calming and soothing effect.
Ling Fuying looked at the young man sitting in the wheelchair and sat down at the table opposite him in a familiar manner.
"What are you doing here?" As soon as Ling Zhouci saw Ling Fuying, he would think of everything that happened at Longji Peak, including the incident of him being eavesdropped on. But she, on the other hand, seemed to have forgotten everything long ago, and only he remembered.
Ling Zhouci frowned slightly.
"Young Master, I just came to ask you something." She came straight to the point without beating around the bush.
It turned out that I came to him to ask for something.
Ling Zhouci said in an unhappy tone, "Miss Jingyun, please tell me what it is."
"You are the Young Master of Daluo Continent and are well-informed. Do you know where to find the Dragon Breath Pill?"
Ling Zhouci paused slightly, wondering whether Ling Fuying asked him by chance, or he had known for a long time that the Dragon Breath Pill was in the Continent Lord's Mansion.
The Dragon Breath Pill is a top-grade Xuan-level pill, which is not particularly precious. However, the Dragon Breath Grass needed to refine the Dragon Breath Pill was almost extinct in the snowstorm, so this pill became priceless and extremely difficult to find. Even the Continent Lord's Mansion only has two pills.
"I know about the Dragon Breath Pill. What do you want it for?"
"Young Master, I have my own uses, but it's not convenient for me to say more. If you have any clues, can you provide them to me? I am willing to pay a large sum of money to buy them."
Ling Zhouci asked again, "How much is a large sum of money?"
Ling Fuying pondered for a moment. She had taken at least tens of millions, perhaps even hundreds of millions, of spirit stones from Yuchi Xianyue. Although the Dragon Breath Pill was hard to find, it wasn't very useful. Before the Dragon Breath Grass became extinct, it was worth a hundred spirit stones. Later, it was auctioned off for a maximum of one million. To show her sincerity, she proactively asked, "Ten million?"
Even the noble Ling Zhouci knew that the amount was not small. He was only a young master and only had this amount of spirit stones on him. If he needed them, he would need to transfer them from Daluo Continent.
But the first thing she asked for was ten million, and even this ten million seemed to be a piece of cake for her.
He was even more curious about her identity. She was definitely not an ordinary person since she could easily come up with a huge amount of spirit stones.
From the perspective of interests, Ling Zhouci, as the young master, had no reason to refuse this extremely profitable deal. The Daluo Continent today is completely different from the Daluo Continent a hundred years ago. The Continent Lord's Mansion has almost no income, and 10 million is not a small amount. If it were not for the support of other cities that were not seriously affected, it would be unable to support the villages and towns around Longji Peak.
But he inexplicably didn't want to have anything to do with her financially.
"Young Master, can you help me?"
"What is the relationship between us? Why should I help you?" Ling Zhouci blurted out.
But he regretted it as soon as he said it, as he always felt that this statement was strange.
Ling Fuying didn't expect him to answer like this, but they really had no relationship, and their only relationship was that of rivals in love.
Moreover, she could feel the change in Ling Zhouci's attitude towards her after they came out of the Thousand Mirrors Formation on Dragon Ridge Peak.
She didn't mind, and she didn't know why he minded.
"Forget it then."
It would be easier for her to find the Continent Lord directly. If she continued to raise the price, the Continent Lord would not disagree. After all, the Dragon Breath Pill was not a panacea for curing diseases and saving lives. It would just take some time for her to go to the Continent Lord's Mansion.
Ling Zhouci didn't expect her to give up so easily, and what he said just now was not what he really meant.
Seeing that there was no hope of starting with him, Ling Fuying did not intend to waste any more time and stood up to leave. "Young Master, I will take my leave now."
"Wait." Ling Zhouci called her.
Fu Ying's eyes lit up, "Young Master, are you going to help me?"
Meeting her bright eyes, Ling Zhouci's expression was stiff, but he said, "I'll think about it."
"Well, think about it carefully."
After Ling Fuying left, the only thing left in the room was the smell of medicine. Ling Zhouci pursed her lips. She could come and go as she pleased, and do whatever she wanted.
This behavior style overlaps with someone else, and the figure leaving the girl seems to have turned into Ling Fuying.
Ling Zhouci was shocked. He was really hopeless. Everyone looked like Ling Fuying to him.
Why would he be so obsessed with Yuchi Xianyue’s wife? It’s really... incomprehensible.
After leaving, Ling Fuying went back to the house to continue practicing. She was already used to Chen Fuxue's visits every night, but she was still unhappy with him last night, so she didn't look happy about his arrival.
Ling Fuying had just finished bathing, her long hair was dripping with water, and she used her spiritual power to dry her hair.
He still stood in front of her bed like he did last night, without saying a word. Ling Fuying ignored him and let him stand there.
Ling Fuying lifted the blanket and fell asleep with her back to Chen Fuxue who was lying beside the bed. However, she was not sleepy tonight and was thinking about whether to get up and continue practicing. But when she thought of Chen Fuxue who was right beside her bed, she had to give up.
If he were here, he would definitely not be able to practice.
There was no sound behind him, and Chen Fuxue felt a little strange these past two days. Could it be that the requiem talisman she gave him didn't work?
Ling Fuying was just thinking when he heard light footsteps behind him. Chen Fuxue was coming over. Ling Fuying didn't know what he was going to do, so he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
The man behind her stood behind Ling Fuying, and he could touch her on the bed if he leaned over. He never moved, but his eyes almost penetrated her body.
Ling Fuying could feel his gaze, and not long after, the sight behind him finally disappeared.
Ling Fuying turned over, and the room was empty. Did Chen Fuxue just leave like that? That didn't seem like his style.
Just as she finished thinking, she saw Chen Fuxue appear again. She really overestimated him.
Ling Fuying immediately closed her eyes. She felt the slight tickle of his cold long hair falling on her cheek. The ends of his hair swayed slightly with his movements. His warm breath sprayed on her neck. Then she heard Shen Fuxue's hoarse and affectionate voice, "Xiaoman..."
He endured the numbness and itchiness running through his body and continued to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep.
After rubbing against Fu Ying for a long time, she still had her eyes closed and didn't respond to him at all. Chen Fuxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a bit of confusion in her eyes. "Xiao Man, are you asleep?"
But when he came over and saw that her eyes were still open, Shen Fuxue suddenly realized that she didn't really want to see him.
Chen Fuxue stood up helplessly, and his long hair left Ling Fuying's cheek.
Last night he quietly fell asleep next to Xiaoman, thinking that she didn't know, but in fact she had known it for a long time.
Chen Fuxue lowered his head, his tall nose gently rubbing against Ling Fuying's nose. His unique cedar scent lingered on Ling Fuying's nose, "I'm sorry, Xiaoman."
She lost her temper because of his prodding and pushed his face away, "Okay, okay, don't do this again next time."
Ling Fuying was unable to resist Chen Fuxue's attack. It was just like the little white cat she had raised in Zheyuan Palace before. Its body was snow-white and its fur was fluffy and felt great to the touch.
At first, it ignored her. Its ice-blue eyes were crystal clear, and its temperament was noble and cold. However, with Ling Fuying's persistence, the little white cat finally fell in love with her. Its furry head would often rest on her palm. If she was busy with other things, the little white cat would also circle around her feet and rest its head on her arm when she was reading.
Chen Fuxue looks very similar to the little white cat.
Seeing no resistance on Ling Fuying's face, Shen Fuxue reached out and hugged her tightly, "Xiaoman, can I kiss you?"
In the past, Chen Fuxue would not have said this alone, but Xiaoman was angry just now.
Chen Fuxue's lips were well-shaped, as if they were carefully carved by someone. His eyes were filled with mist, and his expression formed a sharp contrast with his appearance, but the more so, the more Ling Fuying couldn't take his eyes away.
At least during these days with Shen Fuxue, she hasn't felt bored yet.
He gently pressed Ling Fuying onto the bed, with a soft quilt beneath her. The hem of his snow-white clothes fell on her calves. Ling Fuying's heart was in suspense, but Chen Fuxue's hand holding her cheek was gentle, as if he was holding some treasure.
His lips were soft and moist, falling on her lips like spring raindrops, causing Fu Ying's tense body to gradually relax, allowing him to concentrate on kissing Shen Fuxue.
When the two separated, their foreheads touched each other, their panting sounds intertwined, their breathing lingering, causing Fu Ying's eyelashes to tremble slightly.
Just by kissing, Shen Fuxue lingered on her for nearly two quarters of an hour, causing Fu Ying's body to go limp and she leaned against Shen Fuxue's chest.
After a moment, she looked up at Shen Fuxue, whose eyes were red and whose face was confused. It was just a kiss, but he looked like this.
This time, without waiting for Ling Fuying to mention it, Shen Fuxue reluctantly said, "Xiaoman, have a good rest. We'll see you tomorrow."
It was just one night. Although they couldn't be so intimate during the day, Chen Fuxue was satisfied. He never wanted to go back to the time when Xiaoman left him.
Before falling asleep, Ling Fuying thought vaguely that Chen Fuxue was indeed a great sleep aid. Every time she got close to him, she could fall asleep very quickly.
But she quickly dismissed the idea because Shen Fuxue was sitting at the head of her bed again in the middle of the night, looking at her like a ghost.
If she and Shen Fuxue had not kissed for too long and woke up thirsty to drink water, she would not have noticed that he had been sitting beside her bed, staring at her like that.
It's like a ghost lurking in the dark.
His cold face was hidden in the darkness, and only his rough outline could be seen. Ling Fuying, who was not fully awake yet, was almost scared to scream.
Why is he here again?!
But in the blink of an eye, the person in front of her disappeared, as if it was just her illusion.
Ling Fuying stood up and walked towards the place where Chen Fuxue had just stood. There was indeed no one there. She rubbed her eyes and woke up completely.
Maybe she was dreaming.
But after she fell asleep, the figure appeared again.
Yuchi Xianyue stood beside Ling Fuying who was sleeping uneasily.
Her lips were swollen and there was a small red mark on her collarbone under her thin shirt.
He stretched out his fingers and rubbed her lips coldly, wanting to destroy it all.
He had an urge to bite her lips madly, regardless of whether she was awake or not.
But when I think of the saliva stained with Chen Fuxue.
He was so agitated that it felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured on him in an instant.
It's like him kissing a man, it's so fucking disgusting.
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The author has something to say: I'm afraid I'm not scolding yourself, haha Xiaoyue is starting to hate men [spreading hands]
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