Chapter 15 Chapter 15: Squirt kiss
"Hey, how about I kill her for you?"
The boy's voice gently fell into my ear, gloomy and low, yet with the cheerfulness of youth, as if he were talking about something very lighthearted.
"So what if they're in love? Kill her, and he'll be yours alone."
Sang Ying slapped his face, "Stop having such dangerous thoughts."
The girl was so badly injured that she had no strength left. When she touched his face, it was as light as a feather. Wei Li only felt something soft against his face and a faint fragrance. He only came to his senses when he withdrew his hand.
He rubbed his face awkwardly and looked away, saying, "Why are you being so fierce? I'm just trying to help you think of a solution."
"Is this a reflection in water or a flower in a mirror?" Sang Ying asked, staring at the mirrors.
"uh-huh."
Water Moon Mirror Flower is a magical artifact that creates a mental illusion. It is activated silently and without the recipient's knowledge.
People who enter a dream world often don't realize they're in one, because one second they might be chatting with a friend, and the next second they might be laughing and replying to their friend while they've already entered the dream world, continuing their daily lives, routine, day after day.
The Water Moon Mirror Flower technique can perceive the deepest desires of the recipient and present them in a way that feels most reasonable to the recipient.
For example, if a loved one has died, the recipient won't be directly brought back to life. Instead, they'll be given hope. They'll be shown that there's a very difficult way to bring their loved one back, even if it requires great sacrifice. Would they do it?
After enduring pain and struggle, and making countless efforts, his beloved finally returned to his side. He then became deeply trapped in this illusion, unable to escape it any longer.
Sang Ying recalled the contents of the book. The Water Moon Mirror Flower was not Wei Li's magic weapon, but his father, the Demon Lord's. This time, he secretly brought it out.
In terms of pure strength, he was no match for Xie Lingyu and the others, which is why he came up with this method.
However, with his current abilities, he could only unleash at most one-tenth of the magic weapon's power. Such a Water Moon Mirror Flower could only create two layers of illusion at most, which was insufficient to trap Xie Lingyu. Therefore, in this part of the story, Wei Li's plan failed miserably, and he was severely injured.
Sang Ying thought for a moment, then took out the glass mirror and fiddled with it.
"What are you doing?" Wei Li curiously leaned over to look, but Sang Ying had already finished and put it away. She slowly stood up, leaning against a tree, her face pale as she coughed lightly.
Sang Ying looked at the dusty mirror and asked, "Why can't I see anything?"
It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it, because the mere mention of it made Wei Li grit her teeth. "It's all because of your good husband, who stabbed me with that sword. Otherwise, I could be leisurely watching them being played like fools."
"Is the illusion created by this thing what I most want to see?" she asked softly, standing in front of the mirror.
"Of course."
Wei Li leaned against the tree stump, raising an eyebrow. "What, you want to experience it too? It's not a bad idea to try. Anyway, if you can't get out, I can pull you out."
As he was forming hand seals, about to summon another water mirror, he turned his head and saw the girl step into the gray mirror, which startled him.
"Wait, that's...!"
...
"Thanks……"
The girl's bright red wedding dress lay scattered on the ground, and a crimson flower bloomed on her pale face.
His unfocused eyes stared in one direction, and with a reluctant whisper, blood trickled down his lips to the ground.
The sword tip pierced through the throat.
With a single sword strike to the throat, the girl fell silent.
The boy's gaze swept across her face, his cold eyes revealing undisguised disgust. He drew his sword, moved it upwards, and drops of blood from the tip fell onto her face.
The sharp tip of the sword sliced through the delicate skin, causing blood to bloom.
His blood was churning and he was indifferent as he looked at the face that had become unrecognizable. Instead of calming down, he became more and more agitated.
"Xie Lingyu? What are you doing?"
In the quiet night, a girl's voice suddenly rang out behind me, like a ray of light that pierced the deathly silence of the night.
He turned around, and a young girl in a wedding dress sat far away on the edge of the bed. She lifted her red veil with one hand, revealing her small, pointed face, and looked at him with puzzled eyes as clear as the moon.
The red candles flickered slightly. Sang Ying scanned the scene before her and recognized that this was the day she and Xie Lingyu got married.
It turned out that the illusion she most wanted to see was this one. The Xie Lingyu in front of her was still a young man, much more naive than he is now. She really missed it.
But what's that red patch on the ground around the corner behind him? Did the curtain fall down?
Was this there three years ago? I don't think I noticed; she was too busy crying back then.
Sang Ying watched as the boy walked up to her and stopped.
A strong smell of blood hit her, and she frowned unconsciously because she was very sensitive to this smell.
By candlelight, one can see that his red robes are stained with layers of blood, a dark red stain.
"Xie Lingyu, are you injured?"
Sang Ying raised her head. The dim candlelight illuminated the boy's face. His dark eyes were indifferent and cold, devoid of emotion, as if he were looking at a dead object.
The moment their eyes met, she couldn't help but shudder, a chill running down her spine, and she instantly lost all strength.
Her small face was pinched by cold knuckles.
Sang Ying was forced to look up at him, her eyes filled with panic, and her body began to tremble slightly.
This was an unease about the disruption of habit and nature; Xie Lingyu had never treated her like this before. In her memory, Xie Lingyu at this moment was gentle and quiet, holding her in her arms and whispering words of comfort.
Is the person in front of me really Xie Lingyu?
In the midst of the chaos, Sang Ying caught a glimpse of the blood flowing around the corner and suddenly realized that the "curtain" was actually a fallen corpse.
Her mind went blank, and only then did she notice that there was no sound around her; it was so quiet that she could hear even her tense breathing.
But three years ago at this time, the outside was filled with joy and noise, with guests making a great commotion.
Those people outside...are they all dead?
The fingers gripping her chin suddenly tightened, and Sang Ying's heart trembled. Looking into those dark eyes, cold sweat poured down her back, and her spine stiffened.
She nervously pursed her dry lips and spoke cautiously:
"Thanks... um!"
His voice was swallowed up.
The next second, Sang Ying's eyes widened suddenly.
The clear moonlight streamed through the window, and the crimson gauze fluttered gently, brushing against the moonlight.
Under the moonlight, the boy cupped her small face, lifted it up, bent down and kissed her, his fair fingers inadvertently running through her dark hair, entwining a few strands.
Slightly cool and soft.
It carries the familiar scent of sandalwood.
The sensation on her lips startled Sang Ying. It took her a while to realize that Xie Lingyu was... kissing her?
Her ears turned bright red instantly. This... this... could this be what she wanted most in the illusion?
But Xie Lingyu already has a girl he likes, so this won't do! He likes Shen Ying, not her; she's just his junior sister.
Sang Ying instinctively reached out to push him away, but before she could touch him, she froze in mid-air.
It's just an illusion...
She suddenly remembered that this was just her illusion, not him.
He kissed her first because it was what she wanted; it was merely an illusion created by her desires.
Once the illusion ends, everything will be over. She will explain things to him clearly. From now on, they will only be fellow disciples.
He won't know.
So... even if she did something with him in the illusion here, does it matter?
Sang Ying slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
She slowly raised her hand, gently placing it on the boy's arm, and slowly grasped his sleeve.
At first, the boy's kiss was very light, his slightly cool lips gently touching hers, full of youthful awkwardness.
As if confirming something, he gently and slowly kissed her face, cupping her cheeks.
Sang Ying's heart pounded wildly, the pounding like a drumbeat, each beat striking her eardrums.
She couldn't help but tighten her grip on the fabric between her fingers.
The boy seemed to wake up suddenly, paused slightly, and then his movements became fierce as he sucked and bit her lips.
Very fierce.
Warm, soft lips intertwined and caressed each other. With each licking motion, the fragrance of sandalwood lingered and spread between their lips, even seeping in a little, which Sang Ying could taste spreading across her tongue.
Sang Ying felt a little pain from the kiss on her lips and couldn't help but let out a soft sob.
Xie Lingyu usually appears aloof and indifferent, like a high-and-mighty flower that is unapproachable. Unexpectedly, his kiss was so fierce, as if he wanted to devour her.
wrong.
This is an illusion, so it's just Xie Lingyu's image in her imagination.
Perhaps Shuiyue Jinghua could truly sense what she was thinking deep down. Three years ago, on that unbearable night, she had also fantasized about someone who could clear away all the noise that was causing her pain and pull her out of this abyss of celebration.
A sudden pain shot through her lips as the boy bit her.
Sang Ying snapped out of her daze, and he seemed to be annoyed by her distraction, kissing her even more fiercely.
Sang Ying had never been kissed before and didn't know how to regulate her breathing. In addition, his kiss was fierce, so she couldn't breathe for a moment.
She gripped his arm, wanting him to stop: "Thank... um."
Her opening her mouth gave the boy an opportunity; his tongue parted her lips and probed inside.
Sang Ying trembled, and when she realized what was happening, she quickly closed her mouth, but it was too late. She was completely overwhelmed by Bai Tan's aura and forced her to open her teeth.
Honey, honey, is this how you want me to be...?
While Sang Ying was still in a daze, the boy's cool, wiry fingers had already pierced through her hair, holding the back of her head and deepening the wet and passionate kiss.
Sang Ying's consciousness was quickly overwhelmed by the sensory stimulation. The sandalwood flavor swept over every part of her mouth, bit by bit, taking over every corner.
Even the little tongue that was cowering and hiding was found and teased.
Sang Ying felt dizzy, her moist eyelashes trembling with his kisses, like startled butterflies.
"Waaah..."
like.
He's going to eat me up.
Her reddened eyes were glistening with tears.
Sang Ying couldn't take it anymore and tried to get away, shrinking back, but her slender wrist was grabbed and she was pulled into the boy's arms, whereupon he kissed her even more fiercely.
She was forced to tilt her small face upwards to endure it, and the red veil hanging on her hairpin fell onto the couch.
"..."
Sang Ying fell into self-doubt.
So... she's actually a long-hidden pervert who's always wanted to be treated like this by Xie Lingyu?
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It's so hard to guess who it is that I can't resist kissing.
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