This formation is too powerful; if she were to come out, she might also be sealed here.
What's wrong with that brat Zu'an? He always comes to such dangerous places. How many times has this happened? He's going to get me killed sooner or later...
Hearing his tender words, Jing Teng's originally fair cheeks flushed like the sunset. She couldn't help but give Zu An a coquettish look: "I think I understand why you have so many women around you..."
Zuan: "..."
A wrong answer to this question could have unpredictable consequences, so he decisively changed the subject: "What do we do next? Are we just going to keep kissing like this?"
Jing Teng's face turned even redder: "Actually, kissing all the time isn't enough."
"What should we do?" Zuan also felt it. From the very beginning, although the kissing between the two relieved the pressure around them, it did not completely eliminate it. He could still feel the boundless pressure surging in from all directions, only slightly weaker than at the beginning.
It was only because of his strong physical body that he could withstand the remaining pressure; anyone else would have been crushed by now.
Jing Teng gazed at him quietly with her starry eyes: "Brother Zu, do you like me?"
"Of course I like it, but..."
As they spent time together, perhaps because of the ghost bride incident, which planted a seed of ambiguity between them, their relationship progressed rapidly despite many things remaining unspoken.
Moreover, Jing Teng is born with a graceful and elegant appearance, as beautiful as a peony. Any man who is with her would probably find it hard to resist her charm.
But Zuan had to admit that the time they spent together was far too short, and it was hard to say that they were madly in love.
After he finished speaking, he almost slapped himself. What else could he be but a fool to say something like that in this situation?
But Zuan really didn't want to deceive the other party.
To everyone's surprise, Jing Teng smiled and pressed her hand to his lips: "It's enough that you like it, I'm very happy."
She then said, "The only way to prevent you from being harmed by this great formation is to make you completely merge with my aura."
Zuan was taken aback: "How do I integrate?"
Jing Teng's breathing became noticeably rapid, but she quickly made up her mind, leaned close to Zu An's lips and licked away the blood that had just spilled from his lips, saying softly, "I'll teach you..."
As she spoke, she took the other person's hand and placed it under her collar. Unconsciously, her dress gradually slipped down and fell to the ground like a blooming flower.
Zuan's breath hitched. In that instant, the brightest thing in the entire space was no longer the stars, but the woman in front of him who looked like a white jade statue.
My gaze quickly fell on the white lace stockings on her legs, which truly made her legs look straight and shapely, pure yet alluring.
"Does it look good?" Jing Teng asked shyly, her face flushed with a rosy blush, making her exceptionally beautiful and charming.
"It looks good." Zuan's voice was a little dry.
Jing Teng smiled and kissed him again.
Her breath was like that of an orchid, and her lips were sweeter than honey, but everything was so awkward. After the initial boldness, she seemed unsure of what to do next.
Zuan gently embraced her slender waist and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her small, round earlobe and murmured, "Let me teach you."
...
Snap—Snap—Snap!
Inside the upper level of the tomb of the Immortal Lord Baopu, Chu Chuyan was vigorously pounding something with a pestle. A fine sheen of sweat appeared on her temples, but she gritted her teeth and used all her strength to pound the contents of the jar until the juices spilled out.
Yan Xuehen nodded slightly: "Chu Yan, use a little more force. Only by completely crushing it and pounding it 981 times can the maximum medicinal power of this pill be brought out."
As she spoke, she added a few more delicate and vibrant petals. These were spiritual flowers grown in the Baiyujing Herb Garden. Their juice could help treat internal and external injuries, and also enhance the medicinal power of spiritual herbs.
It turned out that everyone was injured after the battle, so Yan Xuehen took out some healing medicine from Baiyujing and distributed it to everyone.
Chu Chuyan hummed in agreement and exerted even more force.
Puff-puff-puff!
Those delicate and beautiful petals, along with the spiritually potent elixir, were quickly mashed into a paste-like medicinal mud.
After distributing the prepared medicine paste to everyone, Chu Chuyan asked Yan Xuehen with concern:
"Master, do you think Azu and the others might be in danger?"
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