Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Can be controlled at will
The night was as dark as ink, and the silent air flowed between them.
Xuan Min stared into the eyes of the woman in his arms. Although he had endured it countless times, he still followed his heart and walked to her door.
He held Ling Fuying's arm tightly and asked in a low voice, "Are you avoiding me?"
The fragrance on his body became stronger and stronger, making Ling Fuying's mind even more confused.
"I'm not hiding from you." She was weak and didn't know how to face him or communicate with him calmly.
"Then why did you leave when you saw me?"
because……
"Why don't you talk to me?"
For a moment, neither of them realized that Xuan Min's self-proclaimed name had changed.
He is only special to Ling Fuying.
“Because… because.”
"Because of that dream?" Xuan Min pressed on.
Ling Fuying's eyes avoided. Why did Xuanmin insist on asking her clearly? In the past, when he noticed that she didn't want to answer a question, he never forced her.
But now it seems that he will not give up. This is the first time she has seen such an attitude in Xuan Min.
It was clear that in the dream before, he only had this attitude when doing that kind of thing.
Ling Fuying struggled to think of a response, but ultimately could only say, "That dream was not what I intended."
"I know." Xuan Min answered quickly.
It was that night that she left in a hurry after discovering everything and avoided seeing him. In fact, she only needed to talk to him every day, but now she was avoiding him and even getting along very closely with Ling Zhouci.
How could someone as calm as Xuan Min remain calm after what he had experienced before?
"Do you hate me in your dreams?" He wanted to get to the bottom of everything, no matter what the outcome.
This made Fu Ying even more at a loss. Who would ask such a direct question like that?
"donor."
He asked so calmly and frankly, yet so forcefully and directly.
Yes, monks are very open-minded about material things. Xuan Min, as a high-level monk, must be even more insightful and must be very puzzled by her entanglement and struggle.
It is really puzzling that he suddenly ignores me for no reason.
Ling Fuying then shook his head, "I don't hate it."
Xuan Min paid attention to her expression, wanting to know whether what she said was true or not.
"real?"
Why would Xuan Min care about this? Fu Ying nodded, "Really."
"Then can you please stop hiding from me?"
Ling Fuying nodded in a daze, and before she knew it, the two of them were getting closer and closer, so close that she could touch Xuan Min's lips if she just raised her head slightly.
Although his lips looked thin, they were soft and hot.
His muscular chest was so close to her that she had to shrink her body as close to the door panel as possible to avoid touching the firm muscles of his chest.
"donor."
Ling Fuying came back to her senses. Xuan Min lowered his head and approached her. His breath sprayed on her ear. She trembled slightly and wanted to hide.
Ling Fuying could even hear his heartbeat, as if it was right next to her ear. Her body heated up and her brain seemed to stop working. She stiffly let Xuan Min get closer.
He tilted his head slightly, almost uncontrollably, with only her lips in front of him. But when he was about to touch Ling Fuying's lips, the communication stone hanging on her body vibrated, and his waist felt numb. The two were so close that Xuan Min had already noticed the movement of her communication stone.
Ling Fuying quickly came back to his senses from his trance, and Xuan Min also stopped moving. At this time, he finally regained consciousness.
The two looked at each other, clearly doing nothing, but breathing rapidly and sweat running down their cheeks.
Fu Ying saw the beads of sweat sliding down Xuan Min's superior jawline.
Flashing with a dizzying light.
The surroundings were quiet, and the communication stone began to vibrate again.
Fu Ying was so nervous that his throat became dry.
She didn't dare look at the message stone.
She subconsciously wanted to take a look around, but was blocked by Xuan Min's tall body. She didn't even know if there was anyone passing by in the distance, and whether she and Xuan Min were so close that they would be seen by others.
Will we run into the arriving Shen Fuxue again?
She knew time was running out, and because of the uncertain danger, she said in a panic, "Master, I won't hide from you anymore. It's getting late. You should go back and rest. I want to go back to sleep too."
Xuan Min actually didn't quite hear what she said clearly. He just kept watching her lips opening and closing as she spoke. This was obviously not polite and extremely inappropriate, but he couldn't control himself.
Xuan Min's brain reacted slowly, and only then did he receive what Ling Fuying said.
It was indeed very late at this time.
He slowly took a step back and said, "Sir, please get some rest early."
Before leaving, he whispered, "See you tomorrow."
As soon as he left, the cold air rushed in, causing the heat on Fu Ying's face to gradually dissipate, and his tense body instantly relaxed.
She went back to the house to check on Shen Fuxue's news, and just as she pushed the door open, her wrist was grabbed by a force, and her scream was firmly muffled by a hand. The cold touch made her know who it was in an instant.
Ling Fuying was pushed against the door by the man.
Shen Fuxue's cold lips pressed against her neck, and her whole body felt hot and burning after coming into contact with Xuan Min. She tilted her head back, her body still not adapting to the situation and trembling.
Chen Fuxue's body paused slightly, and his tall nose rubbed against Ling Fuying's cheek.
"I saw it." Chen Fuxue met Ling Fuying's eyes.
Ling Fuying:!
"What did you see?" Ling Fuying asked with forced calmness.
"The monk."
"Why is he in front of your door?" Shen Fuxue's tone was a little cold, and he bit Ling Fuying's lips.
"Xiao Man, why is he with you?"
So he only saw the latter half? Even though she and the monk hadn't done anything, being seen so close would surely be misunderstood.
"I want to go to Wulan City, where there are many dead souls. Master Xuanmin is very knowledgeable about Taoism. I just want to ask him."
There was no personal relationship between her and Xuan Min.
Seeing her frank expression, Shen Fuxue carefully observed her expression.
"You smell like someone else."
He must be a dog.
"Maybe he accidentally got something on him." Ling Fuying said casually.
"Where is Yuchi Xianyue?" Ling Fuying changed the subject. Her intuition told her that she could not delve into this matter with Shen Fuxue any further.
"I locked him up." Shen Fuxue said hoarsely, leaning against her neck.
This made Fu Ying stunned.
Even though Yuchi Xianyue's soul was damaged, he could not kill him directly. There was an invisible force preventing them from killing each other.
As long as Chen Fuxue damages Yuchi Xianyue's lifeline, he will also suffer backlash.
After being in a stalemate with Yuchi Xianyue for a long time, Chen Fuxue tied up the seriously injured Yuchi Xianyue with the Immortal Binding Rope. Just in case, he tied it around Yuchi Xianyue's neck and sealed his meridians with soul nails, turning him into a useless person who could not use his spiritual power.
As long as he tried to break free from the Immortal Binding Rope, the more he struggled, the tighter it would become, and his neck would be completely strangled.
But this was only temporary. Shen Fuxue did not give up looking for a way to make Yuchi Xianyue disappear completely.
After a moment's silence, Ling Fuying couldn't help but ask, "Where did you lock him up?"
Chen Fuxue avoided the question, "Xiaoman, you said you would marry me."
He had already learned how to conclude a marriage contract in advance. By then, he and Xiaoman would be recognized by the heavens, and they would be husband and wife. As for Yuchi Xianyue, he would completely sever ties with Ling Fuying.
Her husband would become him, not Yuchi Xianyue.
Ling Fuying put her arms around his neck and kissed his lips while he was asking for his status.
Shen Fuxue was stunned.
His large hands immediately clasped the back of her head, deepening the kiss.
Chen Fuxue panted, and his cold breath flowed into Ling Fuying's ears. Her body softened, her fingers trembling, and she reached to Chen Fuxue's waist to pull his belt.
Shen Fuxue noticed her movements and was slightly confused. He pressed his forehead against hers and asked, "Xiaoman?"
She continued to kiss Chen Fuxue, but he was stiff all over. He really liked Xiaoman treating him like this.
But he felt uneasy again.
Noticing Ling Fuying's impatience, he hugged her waist tightly and kissed her back.
The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the silent night. Unconsciously, the silver-white robe on Shen Fuxue's body had become messy. His outer shirt slid down like the Milky Way, overlapping with Ling Fuying's goose yellow outer garment. His cold long hair flowed, undulating with his skin tone.
The chill in the air seeped in. Chen Fuxue carried her to the bed and covered their bodies with a brocade quilt.
Ling Fuying bit Chen Fuxue's Adam's apple.
There was a slight itch and sting, and Shen Fuxue's eyes became moist from the bite, with a blush at the corners of his eyes, like clouds in the sky. He carefully kissed away the fine tears on Ling Fuying's eyelashes.
She tilted her head back and whispered softly in his ear.
When Shen Fuxue heard those two words, the blood in his body seemed to flow backwards, and he was almost stiff and unable to think.
Then great joy surrounded him.
But he regained his composure and wanted to wait until the wedding night. He just kissed her again and again.
He was unable to fulfill Ling Fuying's wish.
So she pushed Chen Fuxue down, but he stopped her.
The two looked at each other, and Chen Fuxue gently carried her down. A faint haze appeared on her pure face, and her tone was gentle and tender, "Xiaoman, I want to hand me over to you on the night of our wedding."
Ling Fuying:>
It was obvious that Chen Fuxue was more anxious than anyone else before, but now he told her that he wanted to do it on the wedding night.
Ling Fuying continued to take off his clothes, but he grabbed her wrist.
…
As a result, Ling Fuying was unable to get Chen Fuxue to agree to give her body to her until the end.
Chen Fuxue rubbed her long hair against her back, and fell asleep contentedly after smelling her scent.
Fu Ying was so exhausted that she had no energy to bother with him any longer.
She was awakened by a knock on the door. The arm around her waist moved, and Shen Fuxue behind her hugged her tighter.
"Who is it?"
Ling Fuying turned around and covered his lips, listening to the noise outside the door.
"Miss Ling, are you awake?" The person outside the door was Yufeng, who was also called by the young master.
It was already bright outside, Ling Fuying had already woken up, and Yufeng was unsure.
A voice came from the other side of the door, "Sorry, I didn't sleep well last night, I want to sleep for a while."
Yu Feng felt that his action was offensive and apologized immediately: "Then you go to sleep first, girl."
Ling Fuying probably knew why he came. After all, she had said yesterday that she would continue to read in Lingzhouci's room today.
Shen Fuxue pulled her in front of him and faced her.
He had a good memory, and this person's voice sounded very much like that of one of Ling Zhouci's subordinates.
Just as he was about to ask, Ling Fuying spoke first, disrupting his thoughts, "Master, you sneaked into the Continent Lord's Mansion uninvited, what are you going to do now?"
"Don't worry, Xiaoman. I'll go out and then come in through the main door."
Ling Fuying: It’s really a simple and direct method.
"Why don't you leave then? What if someone finds you in my room?"
"Xiaoman."
Shen Fuxue called her.
"We are an engaged couple, why can't we be discovered?"
He wanted everyone to know about their relationship.
…
Chen Fuxue left anyway, which made Fu Ying a little uneasy. She immediately called up the Daluozhou Centennial File that she had asked the system to record yesterday.
It records in detail everything that happened when the blizzard came a hundred years ago.
The night before was a grand festival celebration in Daluozhou. A brilliant meteor streaked across the sky above Yunhuang City. Those who saw it made wishes in surprise and fell asleep with happiness in their hearts. A cold wave came in the middle of the night. Everyone thought it was just a drop in temperature, but a heavy snowstorm buried Daluozhou without any warning. The people in the large and exposed cities near Longji Peak fell asleep in the snow without waking up.
At the same time, the entire city of Ulan was destroyed, and wronged souls were wandering in the sky, as if they were frightened by something and kept fleeing around, gradually evolving into evil spirits that harmed the human world. Dealing with millions of ghosts was not an easy task, and it required too much manpower and material resources. The Continent Lord's Mansion directly sent capable people to seal them away, letting the evil spirits kill each other. However, the evil ghosts could grow stronger by devouring each other, and a large number of ghost generals appeared.
Above the Ghost General is the Ghost Demon, and after the Ghost Demon is the Ghost King. If a Ghost King is really raised using the wronged souls of a city, Daluo Continent will be devastated.
Therefore, every year or so, the Domain Lord's Mansion would send monks to kill these ghost generals, but in recent years, a ghost-level evil ghost has quietly appeared in the city.
The ghost is of the evil level. Human cultivators are not helpless against him, but he seems to have something to rely on. His ghost energy is endless, and it consumes wave after wave of human cultivators but still cannot kill him completely. Even if it seems that he is temporarily destroyed, he will condense again after a few years.
What's strange is that the number of resentful ghosts in the city has not decreased. He is relying on an unknown force to continuously strengthen himself. Even those disorderly resentful ghosts are gradually transformed into ghost soldiers and become subordinates of this ghost.
It's like they're going to become an army of ghost soldiers.
The temperature has dropped sharply recently, but this evil ghost has become rampant. The Continent Lord's Mansion is unable to kill it and can only trap it in the city. The restrictions set up by nearly a hundred cultivators before have shown signs of cracking. In order to prevent the evil ghost from escaping, it needs to be reinforced again.
After reading it, Ling Fuying realized that this journey was more dangerous than she had imagined.
I don’t know what happened to Chen Fuxue.
When Ling Fuying ran into Xuan Min on her way out, the scene of her time with him last night flashed through her mind, and she stopped abruptly, "Master."
But I still feel a little uncomfortable.
Xuan Min opened his lips and softly called out the word "donor".
But soon the gentleness in his eyes faded, and he returned to his usual secretive look, making it impossible to know what he was thinking.
From this angle, he could see the red mark under Ling Fuying's slightly open collar by just lowering his eyes.
"Where are you going, benefactor?" Xuan Min raised his eyes without looking.
"Just planning to go for a walk."
"Then I will accompany you, benefactor."
By this time, everyone in the Continent Lord's Mansion already knew the two of them, allowing Fu Ying to leave without Ling Zhouci's guidance. So, the two of them left Xizhu Garden. Walking along the bluestone path, her thoughts wandered. Soon, she and Xuan Min reached a rocky rockery, where the previously flowing stream had frozen solid.
She and Xuan Min heard voices of conversation coming from afar.
Listening carefully, she heard the voices of Chen Fuxue and Ling Zhouyan. She heard him mention her name and Wulancheng.
Ling Zhouyan was planning to let Chen Fuxue come forward. With Chen Fuxue around, it would not be difficult to deal with the ghost-level monsters. However, what he didn't know was that Chen Fuxue was seriously injured in the battle with Yuchi Xianyue, but others couldn't notice it.
Ling Zhouyan knew that Chen Fuxue and Ling Fuying were master and disciple, so he was not too surprised by Chen Fuxue's arrival. However, he did not expect that Chen Fuxue's attitude towards this disciple was completely different from the rumors.
The two talked about the secrets of Wulan City again. Although Chen Fuxue was from Daluozhou, his bizarre life experience and past completely severed his relationship with Daluozhou. Moreover, he was a guest of honor in Zheyuan Palace. Now Zheyuan Palace and Sanqianyu were related by marriage, and the two forces were eyeing Daluozhou.
Even if he offered a generous reward, Chen Fuxue would not sincerely want to help Daluozhou.
Ling Zhouyan didn't take to heart what Ling Fuying said that she had divorced Yuchi Xianyue. Since the news of their divorce had not been revealed to the outside world, the Three Thousand Domains and Zheyuan Palace were still an alliance.
But he had to let Shen Fuxue come forward.
He needed to tell Chen Fuxue about the details of the natural disaster.
If there were other candidates, Ling Zhouyan would never choose someone like Chen Fuxue who had hidden dangers.
After much deliberation, I had to give it a try even though I knew it was dangerous.
So Ling Zhouyan told half of the secret and kept the other half. He deliberately did not mention the secrets that could not be known by others, such as the meteor, the strangeness of the ghost general, and the evolution of the wronged souls. He only told Chen Fuxue the urgent situation they were facing.
He even moved out his mother, the former Saint of Daluozhou.
Chen Fuxue had never seen this mother, let alone knew what she looked like. The records and pictures about her were ordered to be destroyed by the Continent Lord's Mansion as early as after the disaster star Shen Fuxue was born in a strange way.
If possible, Ling Zhouyan actually secretly hoped that Chen Fuxue would die together with him when he dealt with the ghost demon. Without the threat of Chen Fuxue, Daluo Continent would be much safer.
But his expression remained calm, making it impossible to imagine that he had such thoughts in his mind.
This conversation did not last long. Shen Fuxue said goodbye and left. The voices of the two disappeared and the garden returned to silence.
Ling Fuying turned around and was about to leave, but a cat's meow was heard nearby.
She frowned.
Ling Zhouyan, who had not yet left, was startled by the sound and his spiritual consciousness immediately spread over.
Ling Fuying immediately looked for a hiding place, but Xuan Min grabbed his wrist and hid with him in a narrow rockery cave on the side. When Ling Zhouyan's spiritual consciousness spread, the magic circle set up by Xuan Min blocked Ling Zhouyan's detection.
The movement outside the cave has not disappeared yet.
Ling Fuying felt a little pain when she pressed against the rugged cave wall. She subconsciously wanted to move forward, but Xuan Min's body was in front of her. She tightly grasped the sleeves of his wide monk's robe, and her breathing almost stopped.
Ling Zhouyan was already suspicious of her, and he didn't know what associations he would have if he found her here.
Besides, what he said was a secret, but she just happened to read the Daluozhou files.
From this, we also know that he deliberately concealed something from Shen Fuxue, greatly reducing the danger of this trip to deal with the ghost.
Ling Zhouyan has a good reputation, but he is also a cruel person. He is probably on par with Yuchi Xianyue.
If there had not been that natural disaster, Daluo Continent would have formed a three-way balance of power with Zheyuan Palace and the Three Thousand Realms. Ling Zhouyan must be very angry to see the once glorious Daluo Continent decline.
She was so close to Xuan Min that she was terrified that Ling Zhouyan would discover her, but in front of her was Xuan Min's burning body.
And outside there is not only Ling Zhouyan, but also Chen Fuxue.
The cave was pitch black. Although she couldn't see Xuan Min without mobilizing her spiritual power, she could feel the hot breath on her cheek.
His hand reached into the gap of her back. She straightened her back, afraid of touching his arm, so she could only move her back as far as possible, but she was caught in a dilemma where she could neither advance nor retreat.
Xuan Min's arm was placed between her back and the rough wall of the cave, making Fu Ying realize belatedly that he wanted her to lean on his arm so that she would not be hurt.
Ling Fuying was stunned for a moment.
She turned her head to see what was happening outside the cave, but her lips brushed against something warm and soft.
Ling Fuying could hear the monk's breathing getting heavier, and the muscles in her arms on her back seemed to be twitching.
The body seemed to be seduced by something, invisible factors were attracted to each other, and heat rose from the fingertips and cheeks.
Although Ling Fuying tried his best to endure, he was still unable to resist his body's instinct.
Xuan Min took advantage of the darkness in the cave to look at the girl in front of him unscrupulously. Her eyelashes moved slightly, revealing a hint of uneasiness and nervousness, but he still didn't want to move away, and traced from her eyebrows to her nose and lips.
Without even expecting it, he suddenly lowered his head and gently touched her lips.
But after he finished, he felt an indescribable uneasiness in his heart.
But it also swirls up into great joy.
At his level, he could see nothing in the darkness and could see all her reactions clearly.
She didn't seem to notice, her eyes were wet with just a hint of confusion.
This made Fu Ying unable to see at night without mobilizing her spiritual power. In order to avoid seeing Xuan Min clearly, she would rather not see clearly herself.
Feeling the fleeting touch on her lips, she extended her tongue and licked it gently.
She heard deeper breathing in the air.
In such a cold Daluo Continent, the two of them felt hot all over when they went out. As soon as they got outside, Fu Ying quickly separated from Xuan Min.
But he held her hand and gently wiped the dust on her hands from the cave wall with a handkerchief.
His rough fingers gently parted her fingers and carefully wiped her slightly trembling fingers, a slight itch running through the base of her fingers.
Time passes slowly, as if each day stretches like a year.
The mage is really... considerate.
Xuan Min let go of her hand, his eyes slightly lowered and his expression serious, but in fact his back was already soaked with sweat.
"alright."
…
Ling Fuying looked at the hand he touched.
He had clearly done everything in the dream, but her heart was touched by his actions.
When she went back, she deliberately separated from Xuan Min. After returning, she saw Chen Fuxue sitting in the house.
Hearing the door open, he stood up, walked towards Ling Fuying, and took her hand.
When touched by his cold fingers, the feeling at her fingertips emerged from her cerebral cortex, causing her fingertips to tremble slightly.
"What's wrong?" Shen Fuxue asked in confusion.
Her fingers were clean and white, and felt great to the touch, so Shen Fuxue held them tightly in her hands.
"Have you finished the negotiation?" she said slowly.
"Well, I'll be with you wherever you are, Xiaoman."
Ling Fuying was always concerned about the contact with the love thread, and she went crazy and only untied it after marrying him.
She planned to use the same trick again. Wine is a good thing. If she remembered correctly, Chen Fuxue's alcohol tolerance was not that good.
So she took out a pot of wine and a plate of fried peanuts.
"Master, I'm so happy you can come over. Let's have a nice drink."
Xiaoman said she was very happy. Chen Fuxue suppressed the joy in her heart and said, "Okay."
She was now quite skilled at getting people drunk, and Fu Ying remained calm as she filled Chen Fuxue's glass. "Master, I toast to you."
Ling Fuying picked up the wine glass and took a sip, looking expectantly at Chen Fuxue in front of him.
He didn't know that Ling Fuying had planned this in advance. He swallowed cup after cup of wine. As long as Chen Fuxue's fair face was touched by wine, she would look drunk, slightly red, and her eyes would be filled with water vapor as if they had been washed.
No matter when, Chen Fuxue is stunningly beautiful. Under the light, his back is coated with a layer of soft light, and his hair is translucent, just like a banished immortal who has come down to earth without any trace of dirt.
He was already drunk, his thin lips stained with shiny wine were slightly open, and his eyelashes were trembling.
He looks like he can be dominated and bullied at will.
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