Chapter 241 Entering the Dream Again
She opened her eyes in confusion and saw Chu Tingbai in a black robe, sitting on a white jade bed not far away with his eyes slightly closed and an expressionless face.
Wasn't this the same dream she had before? Was she dreaming again?
"Hey, you heartless black dragon, okay, I've put her here. Remember not to kill her. I think she has the potential to transform."
Su Ye raised his eyebrows and placed the flowerpot in his hand at the entrance of the cave, saying with some anticipation.
After a long time without hearing the man's answer, he knew that he would not speak again. However, the purpose of his trip had been achieved, so he did not care. He waved his hand and walked out of the cave, calling the white crane to ride on it and leave Zhu Qingyuan's cave.
After a loud crane cry, the cave returned to silence again.
Qing Yanrou's soul was still trapped in the black iron chopsticks. She couldn't speak, and her eyes could only see the man opposite her and a small part of the environment around the man.
She first looked around to see whether she was in a cave or not, and found that the entire cave was bare. Only a huge night-shining pearl was embedded in the stone wall, making the entire cave bright.
There was really nothing to see, and the person on the white jade bed still had his eyes slightly closed, ignoring her.
Qing Yanrou, trapped in the iron chopsticks, felt a little uncomfortable, mainly because the flowerpot was too small and her roots could not spread out, making her feel suffocated.
She couldn't help but sway, wanting to stretch.
"Boom, boom, boom—"
A slight banging sound was heard in the quiet cave. Zhu Qingyuan frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure on his face.
He slowly opened his beautiful phoenix eyes and looked sharply at the culprit who made the noise.
I saw that the pot of black iron chopsticks placed by Su Ye at the entrance of the cave was shaking its branches restlessly.
Are you conscious?
Haha, that's interesting. It's just a cistanche that's less than a hundred years old, but it already has consciousness.
His brows relaxed, one hand supported his chin, and his pair of pure black eyes looked at the iron chopstick plant with interest, wanting to see what it was going to do.
Qing Yanrou was so focused on getting away from this overly small flowerpot that she didn't notice that the man had opened his eyes and was staring at her.
Fortunately, although she is now trapped in the iron chopsticks, she has absorbed a lot of spiritual energy before, which can be used now.
She channeled her spiritual energy into the roots deep in the soil, then exerted force, and the flowerpot fell to the ground with a clang.
She was one step closer to leaving the narrow flowerpot, and the suffocating feeling in her heart caused by being trapped inside was now improving.
She continued to inject spiritual power into the rhizome, and used force to drive the flowerpot against the stone wall. The flowerpot rolled on the ground with a series of "clang, clang, clang" sounds. Seeing that the stone wall was right in front of her, she gathered all her strength and slammed into it.
Huh? Why can't I move?
Qing Yanrou found that she couldn't move at all. The stone wall was so close to her, but she couldn't move. Her good mood just now disappeared without a trace.
"Little thing, what are you doing?"
The man's low and magnetic voice sounded just above her head, and now she felt the man's fingers pressing mercilessly on the flowerpot to prevent her from moving any further.
Wasn't this person on the bed far away? When did he come to her side?
Now she couldn't move, and the feeling of being restrained made her feel very irritated.
She felt inexplicably aggrieved, trapped in a small space, and the man who usually doted on her and indulged her was now just watching coldly from the side.
Not only did he watch coldly, he even prevented her from "saving herself".
But you can't blame him, after all, this is a dream and he doesn't recognize himself.
Thinking of this, Qing Yanrou felt even more aggrieved.
Zhu Qingyuan saw that the delicate, broad and plump black leaves were now drooping like eggplants hit by frost, which made him want to laugh for some reason.
"But this flowerpot has wronged you?"
Unable to bear watching her drooping and listless appearance any longer, he picked up the fallen flowerpot and reached out to touch the wilted black leaves.
Well, it feels smooth and pure black. He curled his lips slightly.
Qing Yanrou's leaves trembled when he touched her. She was unhappy at the moment and didn't want him to touch her, so she pulled her leaves inward.
Zhu Qingyuan looked at her little action and couldn't help but chuckle, then moved her out of the flowerpot.
Finally leaving that narrow space, Qing Yanrou felt as if all her limbs were stretched out and her mood became relaxed.
"After all, you are still an untransformed iron chopstick plant, and you still need to be buried in the soil."
After Zhu Qingyuan finished speaking, he waved his hand and a big pit appeared next to him. He put her in his hand into it.
This time he did not use magic to fill the soil in. Instead, he lowered his brows, carefully grabbed the soil beside him with both hands and slowly buried her.
At this moment, the two of them were very close to each other. His sword-like eyebrows were drooping, and one could only see his long, curled, thick black eyelashes fluttering slightly. Under his high nose bridge, one could also see the curve of his lips.
She felt inexplicably hot on her face, but luckily it was her soul that was trapped inside and no one noticed.
"alright."
After filling the hole, he looked at the slightly dry soil and his brows, which had just relaxed, frowned again.
Under Qing Yanrou's puzzled gaze, he stood up and returned to the white jade bed, took out a Qiankun bag, took out a white porcelain bottle from it, opened the stopper, and a burst of rich and sweet fragrance immediately filled the entire cave.
He squatted beside her again and poured the liquid in the bottle into her stem. The crystal clear liquid flowed into her body along the soil and was absorbed by her.
Now Qing Yanrou felt her whole body lighten, and she felt as comfortable as if she was soaking in a hot spring, but then she found something wrong.
How is she floating in the air? Floating in the air? !!!
Did she finally get out of the iron chopsticks?
She was feeling happy when she heard the man's deep voice coming from below.
"Like this? I don't have any today. I'll give it to you another day. You're such a greedy person."
After saying that, a lavender energy emanated from his fingertips. The dark, shiny and vibrant iron chopsticks that had just been watered lifted up a broad and plump leaf and touched his fingertips, desperately absorbing it.
Qing Yanrou just watched them as one fed them and the other 'ate' them.
"Okay, that's all for today. You have to be self-reliant in your cultivation. I will never give you shortcuts again."
As soon as Zhu Qingyuan finished speaking, Qing Yanrou couldn't help but roll her eyes to express her disbelief.
But then she realized why she was so sure?
The subconscious reaction was like a memory engraved in her bones, making her feel as familiar as if it were her own personal experience.
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