As before, she pried open his teeth and, with her limited experience, slowly circled his warm tongue along his gums.
Haoze clenched his fist loosely, but the veins on the back of his hand bulged. The reactions his body was sending made him want to pounce on the cautious little man in front of him.
Deep down, he was extremely surprised by his own reaction.
In an instant, he felt as if he had split into two people: one was his body, which responded readily to her affections, and the other was his soul, which felt like a complete stranger to her, yet subconsciously he was also very happy, which puzzled him greatly.
Shi Lan kissed him gently for a while, and seeing that he still hadn't woken up, she affectionately kissed the corner of his mouth and whispered, "Silly boy, do you think you get this kind of treatment when you go out drinking?"
After saying that, she helped him sit up straight, smoothed out the clothes on his shoulder that she had just put her arm around, patted his blushing face, and sat down beside him.
Haoze's soul returned to its place instantly, and he opened his eyes to look at Shi Lan.
Shi Lan had no idea that he already knew the reason. She was now looking down, acting like a good girl, but she was determined to never tell him, since he wouldn't really hit her anyway.
Haoze gave her a complicated look, then abruptly stood up.
Shi Lan stared wide-eyed as he activated the restriction.
Haoze turned his back to her, waiting for his emotions to calm down before he was about to speak when a burst of rosy light shone from the mountain gate.
Haoze's thick eyebrows furrowed immediately, and he quickly dodged away.
Shi Lan exclaimed "Hey!" and quickly shut up. After closing the barrier again, she ran over.
At the mountain gate, Wanrou brandished her green silk sword in anger, looking as if she was determined to smash the gate to pieces.
Jia Lan leaned against the artificial hill by the door, her face filled with heartbreak. Not far away, Yun Pu paced anxiously, his withered fingers making hand seals. A moment later, a small bird took flight.
"Wanrou, what are you doing?"
Wanrou, her face ashen, manipulated the magical artifact. "You two-faced scoundrel! I treated you as a friend, yet you secretly plotted against me."
Her eyes filled with tears as she recalled the day she uncontrollably farted repeatedly and the stench assaulting her senses, and how Qingyue covered his nose with her sleeve, both to mask the smell and to conceal his incredulous expression.
She felt like dying.
The rosy light at the mountain gate occasionally clashed with the green silk, and the light from the green silk quickly dimmed.
Haoze raised his arm, caught the bird that was flying straight at him, and pointed towards the mountain gate. A gentle voice from afar stopped his spellcasting, "Divine Lord, please have mercy."
In the blink of an eye, Mingzhi approached from afar and saw Wanrou, who seemed to be insane. He shook his head, threw out a golden rope to bind her, and bowed to Haoze to apologize, "My little disciple suffered some shock some time ago and is somewhat out of her mind. I cannot explain the reason for this, so please forgive me, Divine Lord."
Haoze frowned and said, "Mingzhi, no matter who is right or wrong, there's no reason to come knocking on her door. I'm giving you face today, but if she does it again, don't blame me for turning her into ashes to use as fertilizer."
Mingzhi thanked him with a smile and pulled the still struggling Wanrou away.
After Xiangyun had gone far away, Haoze asked with a cold face, "What happened?"
Jia Lan knew that Haoze was extremely domineering. If he knew about the rumors circulating outside, there would probably be a lot of trouble. In addition, she was worried that Haoze would think she didn't respect him for agreeing to Wanrou's dual cultivation ceremony. He was also worried that she dared to make such an important decision on her own.
"It's nothing. She came over a few days ago and we had a little argument. We just didn't get along. It'll be fine after a while."
Haoze remained calm, raised his hand to reinforce the restriction, and left with the joyful Yunpu.
Jia Lan thought she had spoken appropriately, and since Haoze didn't show any unusual reaction, she assumed she had passed the test.
The mountain gate quickly returned to tranquility, and by the time Shi Lan arrived, panting, the grand performance had already come to an end.
With a regretful sigh, Shi Lan turned around listlessly, her shoulders drooping, and returned to the garden.
The days passed uneventfully, and Shi Lan got used to quietly waiting for Haoze to come over for a drink every night, followed by a secret intimacy.
Seeing Haoze seemingly oblivious to everything every day, Shi Lan would secretly chuckle to herself.
Haoze's brow lines gradually faded, and Jia Lan gradually sensed something was wrong. She started following Haoze every day, trying to get him to accompany her in doing this and that, but Haoze changed his attitude and became engrossed in cultivation. Jia Lan hit a wall several times in a row, and came to the Hundred Herbs Garden with resentment, coldly staring at Shi Lan, who was bored and protected by the restriction.
Shi Lan noticed this from time to time, and would always turn around and grin at the fake Lan.
With her white teeth and radiant smile, the helpless fake Lan turned and left in exasperation.
Shi Lan glanced indifferently at her retreating figure, then plucked a blade of grass from a stalk and teased Xiao Ming by swaying it back and forth.
Both of them understood that Haoze's situation was different from before. His hesitant attitude and deliberate distancing showed that he had already become suspicious of Jia Lan, and Jia Lan was powerless to do anything about it.
If we really want to break the current deadlock without provoking Haoze's backlash, only one person can die, but that person is hiding inside the barrier and never takes a single step outside.
The fat fish, which had been silent for a while, finally came back to life. It flew to Shi Lan and held up its precious waterweed, saying, "Pretty sister, my waterweed has grown back."
Shi Lan squinted at the tender grass that had only sprouted to the size of a fingernail and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure this grass won't die if you pluck it?"
Fat Fish's big, watery eyes immediately welled up with tears. "I'm not sure, so pretty sister, you have to give me more compensation."
Shi Lan patted the air shield reassuringly, as if bouncing a ball, "Alright, the lotus seeds should be ripe by now, I'll go get some for you."
Fat Fish smiled through his tears, swayed his chubby body, and went back to the shed.
Shi Lan carried a small jar of jade orchid to the lakeside.
Before the stone was even thrown, the lake water began to ripple.
The old turtle swam over, paddling across the water.
Once ashore, the old turtle complained, "Why did it take so long to come?"
Shi Lan glared at him. "I'm a patient. If you want to drink, why don't you come find me?"
The old tortoise sighed. Why hadn't he gone? But he was always blocked at the mountain gate. In the past, it was Yunpu, his old rival, who was worried about Shi Lan's injuries and feared that he would arouse her drinking addiction, so he wouldn't allow him to enter. Later, it was Haoze Shenjun who spoke up. How could a celestial lord like him dare to disobey the orders of this great man? He could only endure it.
Fortunately, Little Stone was a good person and would always sneak over to see him. He was also generous with his good wine and would always bring some over, but unfortunately, there was only enough for him to have a couple of light drinks.
The old turtle took a delightful sip of the wine's aroma from the sealed jar and carefully put it away.
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