Chapter 75 Chapter 75 You can do anything to me
The spotlessly clean room was filled with the lingering aroma of incense and candles. Ling Fuying, who had been sleeping soundly, began to twitch her eyelashes, her breathing became a little disordered, and she felt very uneasy.
Xuan Min's big hand pressed her waist soothingly, and the scriptures he recited surrounded her. Her brows gradually relaxed, but soon she fell into the nightmare again.
"donor?"
Xuan Min lowered his eyes and called her softly.
A gentle voice came from afar, causing Fu Ying to slowly open his eyes.
Only then did she realize that she was lying in Xuan Min's arms. When she raised her eyes, she saw his slightly bulging chest. What she held in her hand was the exquisite bell made of gold hanging around Xuan Min's thin waist.
The corners of her mouth were wet, and before she could feel embarrassed, she saw a layer of crystal clear water on Xuan Min's chest.
Ling Fuying:!
Her saliva rubbed against Xuan Min's chest, and it formed a big puddle. Her mood at that moment was indescribable.
What good things did she do while she was sleeping? This is not the end. She not only held the bell on his body, but even wrapped her hands around his strong and thin waist, as if she was hugging her doll to fall asleep.
Ling Fuying didn't dare to look at Xuanmin's expression. He wanted to destroy the body and reached out to wipe the saliva left behind.
But when his fingertips touched Xuan Min's firm chest, it instantly felt hot, as if he had touched boiling water, and the skin under his fingers contracted slightly.
When he looked up, he met Xuan Min's deep and unfathomable eyes.
She hastily withdrew her hand, but accidentally slipped over a...
Xuan Min subconsciously exerted force on the big hand that was clasping Ling Fuying's waist, and both of them froze.
In an instant, she felt like she was in a steamer, and Ling Fuying hurriedly got up from his legs. However, Xuan Min's hand on her waist had not yet been released, and for a moment, she accidentally fell heavily onto his thighs again.
Her hands pressed against his abdominal muscles.
The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence again.
"Master, I'm sorry..." Ling Fuying wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
Fortunately, Xuan Min looked calm and didn't seem unhappy about it.
"Please be careful, benefactor."
Xuan Min held her waist and dragged her up.
Ling Fuying noticed that Xuan Min's white gilded skirt was covered with deep and shallow wrinkles, perhaps from being pressed by her, and her cheeks flushed.
"The master's scriptures are indeed very useful. I didn't even know when I fell asleep." She hugged him tightly for some reason.
Fortunately, Xuan Min, as a monk, is broad-minded and does not care about these things.
"The donor seems to have had a nightmare."
Xuan Min's words reminded Fu Ying of this incident. It was indeed a nightmare. She dreamed of Yuchi Xianyue, whose ghost followed her and chased her madly, saying that he would cut her into pieces, skin her and cut her bones. She was scared to death.
Although she tried not to think about it, Yuchi Xianyue was always a thorn in her heart. Chen Fuxue said that she would lock him up, but she didn't know where he was locked up, and whether he really wouldn't be able to break free.
"I must be very tired these days. Thank you for chanting sutras to calm my mind."
Xuan Min needed to concentrate on breaking the formation, so he asked Fu Ying not to disturb him and said goodbye and left.
There was not much time left for them, as the Immortal Birthday Ceremony would be held tomorrow and they would need to perform a dance. She knew a thing or two about this, and Chen Fuxue was good at swordsmanship and should be able to get away with it with her sword dance and beauty, but it would be difficult for Ling Zhouci and Xuan Min.
It would be best if we could break the formation before the immortal longevity ceremony.
When Ling Fuying went out, he happened to meet the eyes of Ling Zhouci who was sitting in a wheelchair in the yard.
His face was pale, and his body looked particularly weak sitting in the wheelchair, but his eyes were somewhat cold.
He was like two different people from last night when he had tears in his eyes and was begging her for mercy.
When she met Ling Fuying's gaze, Ling Zhouci remembered her indifference this morning and her going to Xuan Min's room, and looked away.
Yufeng looked at Ling Fuying, then at his own young master, not daring to breathe.
The young master's relationship is really difficult.
It would have been fine if Miss Ling and Yuchi Xianyue were husband and wife before, after all, they had divorced, but then Chen Fuxue showed up, and the matter with Chen Fuxue was not over yet, as Master Xuanmin seemed to treat Miss Ling differently.
But he is a monk after all, so there is nothing to be afraid of. It’s just that the snow covering him is a bit difficult to deal with.
Seeing Ling Zhouci, he treated Fu Ying as air, and Yu Feng was even more anxious than him.
If you don't find a solution, the person will be kidnapped by others and you won't know what he is doing.
Yu Feng thought for a moment and said softly to Ling Zhouci, "Young Master, it's your young lady."
Seeing that he had no other reaction, Yufeng called Ling Fuying over and said, "Miss Ling, the weather is nice today. Come and have a cup of tea with us."
Ling Zhouci saw Ling Fuying enter Xuan Min's room with her own eyes, and it was clear that she had just had sex with him like that...
He tried his best to pretend that he didn't care, but soon he was exposed. His eyes were red and he felt depressed. He took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth to cough. He coughed so hard that his face turned pale and his breathing became weak. His body, which was leaning on the wheelchair, kept rising and falling.
"You guys drink, I still have some things to do." Ling Fuying declined politely.
So the two of them watched Ling Fuying return to the room. Ling Zhouci stared at the closed door, her hands holding the teacup clenched until they turned pale.
"Young Master, you will definitely make the girl like someone else."
Ling Zhouci thought, who she likes has nothing to do with him.
I thought so in my heart, but didn't refute it.
"If you ask me to stay, young master, I'm sure the girl will stay."
Ling Zhouci remained silent, but coughed even more violently, with spots of blood on his lips.
"Young Master, it's windy outside. You've been sitting here for a long time. Do you want to go back inside?"
Ling Zhouci looked at Ling Fuying's closed door again, moved back and forth between her door and Xuan Min's door, suppressed her emotions and returned to her room.
After practicing until night, Ling Fuying took a bath and walked to the bed to rest, but saw Chen Fuxue lying on her bed.
He changed out of his previous exotic attire and wore a loose snow-white robe. The collar of his robe seemed to have been pulled loose, and his hair fell on his chest, half-covering it, tempting people to lift his long hair to find out what was inside.
He reached out and gently took Ling Fuying's wrist, "Xiaoman, do you want to rest?"
When his cold fingers touched her skin, her blood seemed to be frozen by his body temperature.
During this period of time, Chen Fuxue seemed to have become a different person. He no longer forced her to marry him, and he didn't even mention it. Instead, he changed his methods... She didn't know what words to use to describe it more appropriately.
But she didn't know that everything that happened when she and Xuan Min were invisible was seen by Chen Fuxue when he entered the room.
He also followed the two of them in stealth, feeling madly jealous and wishing Xuan Min would disappear from this world.
Including Ling Zhouci, but he finally suppressed the murderous intent in his heart.
Because he already vaguely knew that if he tried to interfere as before and tried to stop Xiaoman from being with other men, he would also be disliked by her.
Chen Fuxue now knows what his advantages are.
Xiaoman likes his face and his body, so he washes himself clean and dresses up as she likes, so that she will still care about him.
When she knew that she was in the same room with someone else, Chen Fuxue took off her clothes and curled up on Ling Fuying's bed. Her whole body was wrapped in her scent, as if she had become one with her.
But the cold quilt still did not have her body temperature. Chen Fuxue rubbed her quilt and small clothes, his eyelashes trembling, and fell deeply into an endless dream in which only he and Xiaoman existed.
Fortunately, he waited for Xiaoman and saw her appear in front of him when he opened his eyes.
Ling Fuying didn't know when he came, but he was always elusive.
I accidentally caught a glimpse of the dried marks on the quilt.
Shen Fuxue followed her gaze, and when he saw the stain, his throat became dry. He silently made a hand gesture to make it disappear.
When Ling Fuying looked again, everything had returned to normal, and he couldn't help but suspect that he was dazzled.
But there was inexplicably a special smell lingering in the air.
She turned around to open the window and ventilate, but was held tightly by Chen Fuxue, "Xiaoman, where are you going?"
"I'll open the window."
Upon hearing this, Shen Fuxue let go of her wrist, got out of bed and followed her. At this moment, he was not wearing shoes, and his bare feet stepped on the clean carpet. The hem of his clothes slid off the bed, as if a gorgeous galaxy was spread out behind him.
Her skin is as white as ice and her bones are as delicate as a person from heaven.
But such people are the most dissolute. Beneath their pure and innocent appearance, they hide desires that cannot be filled even with a lifetime of rebirth.
Chen Fuxue leaned over gently, and the watery moonlight sprinkled down, casting a layer of holy light on him. His hand gently covered Ling Fuying's hand, and they pushed open the window together.
The two of them were extremely close at this moment. His fingers passed through Ling Fuying's fingers, and his tall body took a step forward slightly. He put his arms around her waist, turned around and let her sit on the windowsill.
Ling Fuying looked at Shen Fuxue who was leaning over and looking at her.
His silver-gray eyes were filled with stars, reflecting the boundless night outside the window.
He tilted his head slightly, bringing his lips closer and closer to hers.
Ling Fuying swallowed and grabbed the edge of the windowsill, but he stopped and pressed his forehead against hers. His hair had slipped into her chest at some point, making her feel itchy and cold.
His hand was tightly grasped by Chen Fuxue. He opened his lips and asked, "Xiaoman?"
"Hmm?" Ling Fuying was a little dazed, her eyes moving back and forth on his collarbone under his clothes. From her perspective, she could clearly see his chest and the pink color that was flashing with white circles.
While she was lost in thought, Shen Fuxue gently lifted her chin with his fingers and held her lips.
Although this was not the first time they kissed, and they had even done more intimate things before, Fu Ying's heart beat very fast.
She opened her lips under the temptation of Shen Fuxue's pleasant voice.
She actually forgot for a moment that the window was still open. There were not only her and Shen Fuxue in this villa, but also other people.
While immersed in Shen Fuxue's gentle kiss, her calves were suddenly entangled by something cold.
Ling Fuying clung tightly to Chen Fuxue's arms and tightened his trembling legs, which were covered with goose bumps.
Thinking it was Chen Fuxue touching her, she relaxed a little, but gradually the sticky, wet and cold feeling spread along her calves to her thighs. She opened her eyes in panic, only to find that Chen Fuxue had one hand around the back of her neck and the other hand on the windowsill, with no extra hands touching her anywhere else.
This made Fu Ying's body tremble uncontrollably.
Shen Fuxue's moist eyes looked at her gently, "What's wrong?"
At this moment, the strange feeling seemed to disappear out of thin air.
Ling Fuying shook his head in confusion, and was soon kissed by Chen Fuxue until he lost his sense of direction.
When his cold fingers rested on her shoulders and he gently stripped off her clothes, which were already very few, she came back to her senses.
Before she could speak, Chen Fuxue hugged her hips and walked towards the slightly messy bed, and the window closed.
Ling Fuying hugged Chen Fuxue's neck. When her back touched the soft quilt and her calves were spread apart, she pushed Chen Fuxue away, turned over, and rolled over the quilt to face inside.
Shen Fuxue looked at her for a while, then slowly pressed his body against her back.
"Xiaoman, I feel a little uncomfortable..."
Seeing that she didn't move, Shen Fuxue stopped rubbing her, put his arm through her lower abdomen, hugged her and closed her eyes.
Ling Fuying was not sleepy at all.
Tomorrow is the last day. I wonder if Xuan Min can break the formation tomorrow.
If they can't break it, in order to delay time as much as possible, they can only bite the bullet and attend the immortal longevity ceremony.
"Master, can you dance with a sword?" Ling Fuying asked him.
Since he knows sword techniques, sword dancing should not be difficult for him, it only requires minor modifications.
"Xiao Man, if you teach me, I will learn."
Swordsmanship and sword dancing are different after all. The former only needs to kill people with the sword and exert the strongest power, while the latter requires beauty, with the power of swordsmanship and the beauty of dance.
However, Chen Fuxue looks particularly good in a fight, and his serious swordplay at the ceremony will surely attract the attention of the entire audience.
Even this is not a good idea. Once he uses his sword skills, he will be suspected in an instant.
So changes are needed.
With Chen Fuxue around, she slept well tonight and didn't experience the strange feeling of sleep paralysis again.
The day before the immortal birthday ceremony, the housekeeper sent a servant to take them to the garden to show his respect for the Lord of the Western Region. Ling Zhouci stayed in the other courtyard due to health reasons and did not go with them.
Ling Fuying put on the mask and veil again.
Several tall, handsome and eye-catchingly dressed foreign men walked in the mansion, attracting the attention of the servants and maids passing by.
A girl was so engrossed in watching that she accidentally tripped and fell. Ling Fuying flew over, grabbed her waist, and landed smoothly on the ground, "Be careful, girl."
The girl in the green dress had her heart pounding and her face flushed. She stared at Ling Fuying's face, but then she lowered her head embarrassedly and spoke nervously, "Thank you... Thank you, sir!"
"Wow, it smells so good," the girl in the green dress thought blankly.
"You're welcome. Remember to stand still."
Her smiling face came into view, and the girl in the green dress was dazzled by her gentle voice and actions.
Not at all like other men.
I like it very much.
The two seemed to be looking at each other, and the situation here fell clearly into the eyes of Chen Fuxue and Xuan Min. It was clearly just a girl, but her heart was still filled with indescribable emotions.
Shen Fuxue stepped forward and separated the two of them.
The girl in the green dress cautiously glanced at the cold man who suddenly appeared. Although he was good-looking, he was difficult to approach. She smiled and said to Ling Fuying, "Thank you, sir. I'll be leaving now."
The girl in green skirt was reluctant to leave.
Shen Fuxue discovered that now she not only had to be wary of the men who appeared around her, but also the girls.
While touring the garden, Ling Fuying said, "I haven't visited the city lord in the past few days. I wonder if he is available today."
The servant paused for a moment and said, "The city lord is still in seclusion. It won't be too late to see you tomorrow."
"That's fine."
So, which city lord will I be able to meet tomorrow? Ling Fuying pondered and looked around.
She saw the girl she saw that day again, who was the young lady of the mansion, but this time she was not alone. She was pushing a sick man in a wheelchair.
In just two days, the young master's complexion became much worse than before, and he was surrounded by a sick aura. Unlike Ling Zhouci, there was no sign of life in his body. He was shrouded in death and could pass away at any time.
It was totally unreasonable that he was urged to have children under such circumstances.
After returning, she asked Xuan Min about the progress of breaking the formation, and he said it would take some time.
As they were about to go on stage to perform a dance, they still needed time to stay in the mansion to break the formation and find out the secrets of the mansion. Naturally, they could not arouse suspicion.
Dancing should also be taken seriously.
Ling Fuying could only give a few people some training on dancing skills, trying not to be exposed.
She looked at Ling Zhouci who was sitting in a wheelchair in the courtyard and said, "Young Master, you should not go that day. Just wait for us in the other courtyard."
Yu Feng on the side advised: "Young Master, your body cannot take the Strong Plastic Pill anymore."
Ling Zhouci held the armrest tightly and had no choice but to compromise.
At that time, we only need to tell the family that one of them is ill and it will not arouse suspicion.
She looked at Xuan Min: "Master, can you dance with the sword?"
Ling Fuying had never seen Xuan Min use a sword, so he was a little skeptical.
"I don't know how to wield a sword, but I know a little bit about boxing and kicking."
But it seems a bit strange to box dressed like this.
It seems that all hope rests on Shen Fuxue.
"Master, please try sword dancing and let me see if you can do it."
Chen Fuxue stood still, his ears feeling slightly hot, and looked in the direction of Ling Fuying.
After hesitating for a while, he said with trembling eyelashes: "I'll go into the house and dance for you, Xiaoman."
She is the only one who can see it.
Ling Fuying blushed, and everyone present looked at her and Shen Fuxue, as if they were going to make some shameful deal.
Of course she didn't agree. If it was a serious dance, why couldn't others watch it? Why did he have to close the door and dance for her alone?
So she had to give up for the time being. She began to ask the system if there was a prop that could temporarily help her learn a dance. Actually, there was, but Xiaogui needed 500 points of luck.
When they returned to the room, Chen Fuxue followed them.
She did not miss any available time and continued to practice.
Having not agreed to let her dance in front of others, Shen Fuxue was worried that she would ignore him, so he leaned close to her ear and asked, "Xiao Man, you really want to improve your cultivation, right?"
Yes, last time she had relied on Chen Fuxue's Yuanyang to break through to the latter stage of the Wanxiang Realm. She dreamed of entering the Lingxu Realm.
Chen Fuxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she said in a hoarse voice: "I can give you Xiaoman."
He can give her the cultivation through dual cultivation, and she can come to him whenever she wants to improve her cultivation.
Chen Fuxue volunteered to be Ling Fuying's cauldron so that she could absorb his essence and yang energy.
Ling Fuying blinked and fell into a daze after listening to Shen Fuxue's words.
Chen Fuxue volunteered to be her cauldron?
"You can do whatever you want to me." Shen Fuxue said again. His face flushed when he said these words, but his eyes were particularly bright.
"Anything."
Fu Ying's blood boiled, and she turned around and covered his lips, "You...what are you talking about!"
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