The remaining contestants in the square were all very mature and steady. When the elders appeared, everyone took out their monster pills or high-level herbs.
Qualified people will have tokens in their hands, which means you can participate in the next competition.
Some people were happy, some were sad, and some were not convinced, shouting, "Elder! I could have advanced, but someone stole my monster pill!"
"Me too!"
"My herbs were also stolen!"
One of the elders, who seemed to have a more pleasant temper, stopped mid-air. He did not defend the injustice of these people, but simply said loudly, "The next competition will be in three days."
After saying this, the elders turned and left.
Wen Liyu got the token and did not stay to listen to the complaints and quarrels of those who failed. She got on the flying magic weapon and left.
Xie Chi and Ouyang Yunhai didn't have time to catch up. After looking at each other, they both stayed behind and went to greet the young talents they knew, communicate with each other, and gather information.
Wen Liyu sat back in the boat and sighed, "System, what's the Master's favorability?"
System: "Ding, the male protagonist's current favorability: 90."
"So high?" Wen Liyu raised an eyebrow, a little surprised, "wasn't it only 80 before?"
System: "Yes, the host is very powerful."
"It's okay~" Wen Liyu shook her head smugly, "As expected, close contact is the easiest way to increase favorability."
"I don't know why Master came to see me at night."
She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the clear blue sky. The soft clouds were blown into various shapes by the wind.
"This cloud seems..."
Wen Liyu murmured softly, looking at the sky, and fell asleep while looking.
When she woke up again, it was already evening. A breeze blew across her face, bringing a hint of cool air.
"..." Wen Liyu's body stiffened when she smelled the scent. She looked back and found herself leaning in Yan Wen's arms.
She quickly stood up, trying to get out of his arms, "When did you come?"
She lowered her hands, trying to support herself from the bottom of the boat to get up, but she pressed on the hard abdomen and abdominal muscles of the man beneath her.
Yan Wen hugged her with his arms, and when he was pressed like this, he let out a muffled groan from his throat, as if his sleep was disturbed.
The low, hoarse, sexy voice exploded in Wen Liyu's ears, causing her ears to turn red.
"Don't move." Yan Wen lazily opened his eyes, a layer of mist floating in his dark pupils. He tightened his arms, pressed her back into his embrace, and whispered in her ear, "...Xiaoyu."
Wen Liyu pursed her lips, a trace of annoyance flashing across her face, "...Let me go first."
"No." Yan Wen seemed to be still unconscious. He turned her around with a twist of his wrist and looked at her face to face. "Hate me?"
[I am Yan Wen now, not Wen Yan.]
He reached out and pinched the tip of her red ear, gradually stroking his fingers along the earlobe, tracing the shape of the ear.
He rubbed her ears into a lovely light pink, so tender and juicy that Yan Wen's eyes darkened even more.
Wen Liyu was frightened by his blunt words and actions. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, and her round eyes shone with a moist luster, "..."
The tip of her nose was filled with his cool scent, like the bamboo forest after rain and the white lotus on the snow-capped mountains. This scent was mixed with a hint of sweetness, the scent of the lotus on her body.
The auras of the two people merged, and this discovery made Wen Liyu's cheeks red. She avoided her eyes slightly, not daring to look into Yan Wen's focused and gentle eyes again.
Yan Wen seemed to be able to see through her thoughts, his eyes full of joy. He hugged her tightly, and with a turn of his eyes, the two of them returned to the room where Wen Liyu was temporarily staying.
Wen Liyu was the only one living on the entire mountain, so no one saw the Immortal Master's first disciple being held in the arms of a strange man and entering the house together.
"Xiao Yu, who are you thinking about?" Yan Wen bent down, rubbed his thin lips across her cheek, and landed on her earlobe.
Wen Liyu leaned against the door, pinned against it and unable to leave. She half-forced herself to look up, her eyes reddened, "Don't... I'm not thinking of anyone..."
"Really?" Yan Wen let go of the cute earlobe that had been ravaged and turned red, and pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes as dark as ink.
His voice, usually clear and cool, was now hoarse and low, as if it were burning with fire. "Aren't you thinking about your master?"
"...I didn't." Wen Liyu's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, as if her true feelings had been exposed. She looked up at him with anger in her eyes, "Don't talk nonsense!"
Yan Wen's tall figure approached, easily suppressing all her struggles and resistance, and holding her in his arms to prevent her from leaving.
He watched as Wen Liyu's eyes changed from anger to moisture, and she looked up at him with wet eyes, then stretched out her arms to hug his neck in a flattering manner.
"Yanwen, I feel uncomfortable when you do this..." Wen Liyu's tone was soft, and she looked up at the little face pleadingly, "Let go a little, okay?"
"Will you do the same to Master?" Yan Wen was not fooled by her soft posture, but held her tighter.
Wen Liyu was shocked by his words, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
She retorted with a guilty conscience and a short breath, her tone firm but erratic, "Master... I have no disrespectful thoughts towards you!"
"You told me yourself." Yan Wen leaned back a little, giving her enough space to breathe, and pinched her small chin with his fingers, "You like your master."
Wen Liyu paused, her eyes filled with mist and ripples of light, beautiful and attractive.
Yan Wen pushed her into the corner step by step, feeling the satisfaction emanating from every part of his body. The desire that had been suppressed for thousands of years was released, completely drowning his remaining sanity.
He lowered his head and kissed her from the side of her neck to her earlobe, then to her cheek, the corner of her eye, and the tip of her nose...
Yan Wen let out a low sigh of satisfaction and comfort from his chest.
The tears in Wen Liyu's eyes had already fallen down, wetting her thick eyelashes. Her eyelashes were wet and curled up into a ball, making her look extremely pitiful.
She sobbed softly, and when touched she would make unbearable gasps. She was so delicate and soft that Yan Wen couldn't escape the ambiguous atmosphere.
I don’t know when it started, but Wen Liyu’s attitude changed from rejection to obedience.
Her eyes became blurry and her head felt like a mess, making it impossible for her to think.
She could only rely on her five senses to feel the man in front of her.
All she could see was Yan Wen's handsome face, which was so handsome that it seemed like no ordinary person; her nose was filled with the cool scent of him; her hands reached into his clothes along the seam, touching his thriving and powerful muscles; her ears could hear his occasional gasps.
Only the last taste remains.
Wen Liyu pursed her lips slightly, tilted her head and approached cautiously, and placed a light kiss on Yan Wen's cheek.
Yan Wen didn't say anything, stopped what he was doing, and looked down at her intently.
His Adam's apple rolled, his eyes were as dark as the abyss, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Do you know what you are doing?"
Everything just now could be said to be forced, but now that she took the initiative, the nature of the matter has become completely different.
Wen Liyu did not retreat, her eyes were blurred, hazy, and alluring.
Driven by instinct, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him again under his deep, wolf-like gaze.
This time the position was slightly off, almost touching the corner of Yan Wen's mouth.
Yan Wen held her face in his hands and rubbed her cheeks with his fingertips. "Who am I?"
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