"Then you go to sleep, I'll sleep on the chair."
After saying this, Wang Feng sat down cross-legged on the chair, closed his eyes, and seemed to be cultivating.
Jiang Hanxi watched this scene, pondering whether she should cultivate on the bed or sit cross-legged on the chair.
He doesn't go to bed, so it should be fine...besides, the bed is quite far away from him.
Jiang Hanxi thought about it and realized that, in all the time they had spent together, he had only ever hugged her when he was sleeping in bed.
In the end, Jiang Hanxi lay on the bed and practiced the Emperor Ice Technique.
If there is a more comfortable environment, of course one should choose the more comfortable environment to cultivate.
Night falls...
Bang!
"Oh~!"
Hearing the noise, Jiang Hanxi turned her head to look alertly.
Just then, they saw Wang Feng fall off the chair, landing face-first on his back.
Seeing his ugly appearance, Jiang Hanxi couldn't help but want to secretly laugh.
Wang Feng squinted, looking dazed, and slowly pushed himself up by supporting himself on the ground with his hands.
After standing up, he swayed unsteadily, as if he were drunk, and walked towards Jiang Hanxi.
He's here again!
Jiang Hanxi's expression tightened as soon as she saw this, and she quickly prepared to get out of bed to dodge Wang Feng's attack.
Unexpectedly, when Wang Feng walked under her bed, he collapsed to the ground.
He lay down under the bed, blocking Jiang Hanxi from getting out of bed.
Then he sprawled out in a starfish shape and fell fast asleep, like a drunken burly man.
Jiang Hanxi stared at Wang Feng for a full quarter of an hour before her expression slowly relaxed.
It seems that either there's something wrong with his technique, or he possesses some kind of treasure.
This caused him to unconsciously make so many movements in the middle of the night.
Jiang Hanxi guessed half right; Wang Feng did indeed have his cultivation technique circulating within his body.
Whether it's a problem with Wang Feng's subconscious or a problem with his cultivation technique, we don't know.
Seeing that Wang Feng made no further moves, Jiang Hanxi lay back down and focused on cultivating the complete Emperor Ice Technique.
Fifteen minutes later, there was no movement.
Fifteen minutes later, there was still no movement.
Three-quarters of an hour later...
After an unknown amount of time, the atmosphere in the room became extremely quiet under the cover of night.
In the Sword Sect, it seems even the chirping of insects has disappeared; there are only quiet and cozy rooms.
There was something faintly glowing on the wall of the room; I wondered what kind of treasure it was.
After an unknown amount of time, a hand slowly reached up from beside Jiang Hanxi's bed.
As soon as Jiang Hanxi opened her eyes, her hand grabbed the edge of the bed and she suddenly rolled over.
Because the bed was small this time, Wang Feng ended up pressing his entire body onto Jiang Hanxi.
By the time Jiang Hanxi realized what was happening and had only rolled halfway over, Wang Feng had already pressed down on her.
This caused her body, which had just rolled away, to be forcefully pushed back down.
This time it was even worse than last time; Wang Feng completely hugged her and pressed heavily against her.
A flicker of panic flashed in Jiang Hanxi's eyes, but after calming down for a moment, she quickly struggled in Wang Feng's arms.
But Wang Feng was like a piece of dog skin plaster, sticking to her stubbornly. Once he was stuck, she couldn't tear him off.
Wang Feng's head slumped to the left of her shoulder, and Jiang Hanxi could clearly feel his warm breath.
I shouldn't have trusted you!
Jiang Hanxi angrily cursed.
As if he had heard her, Wang Feng slowly reached his hand behind her back.
They didn't stop until their hands grasped each other.
Then came the feet, until they completely trapped Jiang Hanxi's legs.
A love stronger than gold, a wife's bond is unbreakable!
This time, the lock was completely secured. Jiang Hanxi unleashed a frenzied burst of cold energy, attempting to force Wang Feng to retreat.
This was exactly what she expected; an even more domineering aura erupted from Wang Feng.
It suppressed her coldness completely.
This is also one of the reasons why she couldn't break free from Wang Feng a few days ago.
This time, Jiang Hanxi couldn't even retrieve the Cold Sword from the Divine Sea Space to stab Wang Feng.
This time her hands were completely locked.
Now, the options are either to unleash the sacred artifact and kill Wang Feng, or to let him hold onto this until dawn.
But... is it possible to unleash a sacred artifact...?
"This liar isn't worthy of her summoning the sacred artifact," Jiang Hanxi told herself inwardly.
"It's cool and so refreshing!"
Jiang Hanxi clearly heard Wang Feng talking in his sleep, his tone somewhat dazed and confused.
It turns out that her coldness was just a cold breeze to Wang Feng.
"Let go!"
Jiang Hanxi lost her composure, blushing with anger for the first time, and began to struggle wildly.
Clearly, her strength was completely useless against Wang Feng's lock.
"Don't move~"
Wang Feng was having a wonderful dream, muttering to himself with his eyes closed.
Jiang Hanxi struggled for an unknown amount of time, her forehead covered in a fine sweat, before finally giving up.
Why is he so strong at night?!
Jiang Hanxi was held by Wang Feng and began to think. She clearly couldn't beat him at all during the day.
At night, it's as if her power suddenly increases many times over; once locked up, even she can't break free.
Could his martial arts technique be of the night type?
The cultivation methods in the immortal cultivation world are strange and unusual, and some even require one to carve oneself into a human stick in order to cultivate.
I wonder which idiot invented it.
Some, after cultivating themselves, become incredibly ugly during the day, but resemble fairies at night.
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