Chapter 85 85 Finally Tasted
How could this happen? This thought swirled in Su Xiaoyuan's mind.
She was more shocked than scared.
The man was really tall, and the oppressive feeling was very strong as he approached her step by step. However, until this moment, she did not really feel the danger. There seemed to be a voice in her heart telling her with certainty that the man in front of her would not hurt her, and it was impossible for him to hurt her.
Because of this, she was completely defenseless against him and even gave him the tent made by Fu Tingyun.
Where does this confidence come from? Is it because of his face?
She really hates her own attribute of being a beauty lover.
She kept backing away, and Fu Shiyu stopped smiling and followed her rhythm slowly. Every time she took a step back, he took a step forward. He always kept a certain distance from her, which had long exceeded the limit of social distance, but was still one step away from real danger, like a patient hunter.
After all, the tent was not big, and Su Xiaoyuan retreated to the wall in a short while. She remembered that the exit was behind her, and she could be teleported outside as long as she found a raised triangular button. However, the place was obviously easy to find, but she couldn't find it.
The man seemed tired of this hypocrisy and untied the belt of his shirt.
"Don't..." Su Xiaoyuan was really scared this time. No matter how much she loved looks, she still had principles. She just admired his face but didn't like him. Doesn't the ugly one have human rights?
"What else?" Fu Shiyu opened his clothes.
Su Xiaoyuan suddenly closed her eyes, raised her arms and crossed them over her chest: "I, I, I have a lover, don't touch me!"
She felt the man approaching, the scent of pine branches, snow, and blood mingling with her like a cloud, wrapping her tightly like a cocoon. Her skin seemed to be able to feel the heat and blood of the man.
Fu Tingyun looked greedily at the girl who was so close to him. She hugged her chest and huddled together, with her head tilted to one side, as if she wanted to hide. However, she didn't realize that her delicate neck was exposed. From her neck to the tips of her ears, her skin was red as if bleeding. Her eyelashes were trembling, and tears were faintly visible on her eyes.
If he were just a little closer, he could bite her slender neck and pierce her rapidly beating meridians.
Originally, he just wanted to secretly protect her to pass the trial in the secret realm and didn't want to get too close to her. However, the moment he entered the secret realm and saw her walking ignorantly in the dark jungle, he knew it was impossible.
The temptation to get close to her and touch her with my real body was too great, how could I resist it?
His Adam's apple rolled silently.
Fu Tingyun took two steps back. It was not the right time yet.
He felt helpless and didn't know what to do with her. She was so unguarded that her resistance was like a kitten extending its soft claws.
Doesn't she know that when she really encounters a beast, saying those kind of words softly will only backfire and arouse the other party's bestiality?
He knew very well that he was that kind of beast.
Although Su Xiaoyuan closed her eyes, she could feel that the oppressive feeling had mostly subsided.
She opened her eyes blankly, but suddenly saw the man's strong and white chest, and quickly closed her eyes again.
But the little painter's eyes, which were good at observing and discovering beauty, were like the lens of a camera. With a "click", they captured the boundless beauty in her mind.
Impeccable muscle lines, blue veins, white and almost translucent skin, a subtle mixture of blood color, and two slightly brighter pinks.
Even more popular than her puppet! A thought of indignation flashed through her mind amidst her busy schedule.
But this body is not flawless. There are many traces of old wounds on it. Some look like swords, while some have unclear shapes. However, these scars do not detract from its beauty. Instead, they give it a special flavor.
"Why are you closing your eyes?" The man's breathing was a little rapid, as if he was suddenly nervous. "Aren't these scars ugly?"
Those were left behind when he slew demons of higher levels when his cultivation was not high enough. Because the injuries were caused by demonic energy, they left scars. It's not that there is no way to remove them, but it's a bit troublesome, and he didn't care about it.
But if she minds...
"It can be cured with medicine," he said.
Su Xiaoyuan was confused: "What?"
"These scars."
"Oh, you're talking about this," Su Xiaoyuan was a little puzzled. "It's not ugly, it's quite pretty. But you have to put on your clothes first..."
"You're the one who's going to bandage my wound," Fu Shiyu's voice relaxed again. "The most serious injury is on my shoulder. How can I bandage it without taking off my clothes?"
Su Xiaoyuan quickly opened her eyes and saw that the man had turned around, exposing his back. The right half was stained reddish-brown with blood. Several hideous wounds extended from his right shoulder to his lower back, as if they were caused by the claws of a wild beast. The entire skin and flesh were torn off, and in some places the bones were visible.
Su Xiaoyuan took a look and her ears began to buzz. She trembled all over and put the teasing she had just suffered behind her mind: "How could the injury be so serious? Why didn't you tell me just now? You should have bandaged it earlier..."
"It's fine now that the bleeding has stopped," Fu Shiyu said lightly, "It's just some superficial injuries."
Su Xiaoyuan is the kind of person who would make a fuss and put on an iodine Band-Aid even if the skin was torn and bleeding. She almost doesn't recognize the words "skin injury".
She wandered around the room in a daze, her hands in a panic, her mind blank. She couldn't remember what she was looking for for a long time. Finally, Fu Shiyu walked to the small coffee table and picked up the gauze on it: "Do you have clean water? Wipe off the blood stain first."
"Yes, yes." Su Xiaoyuan quickly poured a basin of clean water from the pitcher.
This water jar was a magic tool they bought from the market when they passed by a big city. It was only the size of an ordinary water jar, but it could hold almost endless water. Before coming, Fu Tingyun helped her fill it with a lot of purified mountain spring water so that she could drink water at any time and take a bath every day in the secret realm.
She used her spiritual power to heat the water. Fu Shiyu frowned. "Spiritual power is very important in the secret realm. Are you wasting it on something like this? Don't you have a spiritual stone furnace? You can boil water with it."
For a moment, Su Xiaoyuan suspected that it was the puppet who was condemning her, because he had told her something similar before entering the secret realm.
"It burns too slowly." Every second the wound was exposed, she felt uncomfortable.
Thinking that he was injured so badly just to save her, he felt even more upset.
She dipped the gauze into warm water and wrung it out until it was about 80% dry: "Lie down on the bed and get a little more comfortable."
Fu Shiyu glanced at the snow-white and soft mattress, the edge of which was embroidered with a row of flesh-pink kitten paws, as if a cat had secretly stepped on it.
"It'll make your bed dirty."
"It's okay," Su Xiaoyuan said, "It's going to get cold soon."
Fu Shiyu didn't say anything else, walked to the bed and lay down.
Su Xiaoyuan first carefully wiped the blood around his wound.
As soon as I touched his body, the muscles on his back quickly tightened and hardened, his beautiful butterfly bones spread out, his arm muscles bulged, his whole body trembled slightly, and the uninjured half of his white naked back was soon stained with a layer of pink.
"What's wrong?" Su Xiaoyuan saw his fingertips digging into the bed sheet, looking very painful. She was so scared that she quickly retracted her hand, "Did I hurt you?"
"It's okay," the man said, his voice trembling slightly, but he tried to remain calm. "Go on."
"Oh, okay, try to relax a little, especially don't use too much force on your right hand. The wound is a little cracked again." Su Xiaoyuan continued to wipe it while reminding him.
The closer she got, the more hideous the wounds became, making her feel dizzy. There was a throbbing streak on the back of her head, and she had to look away frequently to rest.
After changing several basins of water and cleaning up the blood scabs, I began to treat the wound.
"I need to apply medicine to the wound. It might hurt." Su Xiaoyuan complained in her heart again. The world of immortal cultivation has all kinds of elixirs, so why not ibuprofen? Is it because these cultivators are particularly tolerant of pain?
"Do you want me to give you something to bite?" Su Xiaoyuan asked worriedly.
“No need.”
After hearing what he said, Su Xiaoyuan took a deep breath and gently pressed each wound with gauze dipped in spiritual liquid.
This spiritual liquid has the effect of cleaning wounds and accelerating recovery. Since healing supplies are limited, you can only bring three small bottles.
I applied it twice to the wounds on my back and arms, and both bottles were empty.
After the spiritual fluid was absorbed by the wound and dried completely, she asked Fu Shiyu to get up and sit on the stool: "Just bandage the wound and it will be fine."
Su Xiaoyuan used a long strip of gauze to wrap it from his right shoulder down. When her hand went around his chest, the back of her finger accidentally brushed against a spot, and the man suddenly let out a muffled groan.
Su Xiaoyuan then realized what that hard, pebble-like touch was, and her face flushed red: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Fu Shiyu: "..." He could have just pretended nothing had happened, but now he had to say it out loud. He really didn't know what to say to her.
Fortunately, I met him. What if it was someone else?
The thought in my mind began to stir again, and it felt itchy as if it were being bitten by ants or crawlers.
If only he could hide her somewhere only he would know...
"It's finally healed," the girl breathed a sigh of relief, "only the arm is left."
She walked around to him, dragged a taller stool over, sat beside him, and rested his injured arm on her lap.
Fu Tingyun lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance of her hair while she was concentrating on bandaging it.
Su Xiaoyuan was completely unaware and tied a knot: "Go to bed and sleep for a while, I'll go to keep watch outside."
"No need to go."
Su Xiaoyuan: "What if a monster comes?"
Fu Tingyun looked around: "It's safer inside than outside. There will be movement when the monster comes."
"We are on night watch to give warning to other fellow Taoists..." Su Xiaoyuan said halfway when she suddenly remembered that everyone else was in the safe house.
She felt relieved: "Then you sleep, I'll be watching over you. If the monster comes, I'll wake you up."
Fu Shiyu nodded: "I'll lend you some water."
Su Xiaoyuan: "What's wrong?"
"Wash your face and feet," he paused, as if explaining, "I was born in the mortal world and have many bad habits."
"How can it be considered bad? I also feel better only after washing with water." Su Xiaoyuan was very surprised as if she had met an old friend in a foreign land. Many people in the world of cultivating immortals used the purification technique to solve everything, and her habit of having to wash with water to feel clean had been laughed at by Kaishan countless times.
"Are you also born a mortal?" Fu Shiyu raised his eyelids and looked at her.
Su Xiaoyuan always feels guilty when she lies. She lowered her eyelids and looked away: "No, I was born in the fairy world, but my bones are not good."
She was afraid he would ask more questions: "By the way, is your hair naturally silver? It's very rare."
"Well, maybe it's because my ancestors had demon blood," Fu Shiyu said calmly, "and it showed up again in my generation."
"I see." It's a phenomenon of atavism.
Su Xiaoyuan looked at the smooth silver hair with envy, and felt a little itchy.
It looks nice to touch. It would be great if it grew on a puppet's head so I could touch it however I want.
Fu Shiyu couldn't guess what she was thinking. He looked at her meaningfully and got up to wash and bathe his feet.
After washing, Su Xiaoyuan wanted to help take the basin away, but he refused and took it out himself to pour it out.
Maybe she was tired or dizzy from looking at the wounds too much, but soon after Fu Shiyu walked out, her head felt dizzy and her eyelids felt heavy, as if she was cursed.
Su Xiaoyuan's heart trembled. Could it be that Fu Shiyu had cursed her?
But as soon as this thought took shape, it immediately melted away in my foggy mind.
After washing the wooden basin, Fu Tingyun did not return to the tent immediately. Instead, he walked to the crackling fire and reached out to take out a piece of talisman paper from the flames.
The three words "Ling Sang Rou" were written on it, which he had thrown in earlier.
He knew it was a pseudonym because he remembered her voice. That voice had been nagging outside his temple for so long that it was hard for him to forget it.
Hearing his voice last time and seeing him this time only confirmed once again that there was something about this person that he hated.
So he wrote her name without hesitation.
But Su Xiaoyuan's reaction puzzled him.
She must have never seen her before, because Su Xiaoyuan didn't show shock until the man said the name "Ling Sangrou".
She must have heard of her somewhere.
But Lin Wan is not a powerful person or a genius, and there is nothing worth mentioning in her experience. Why did Su Xiaoyuan react so strongly when she saw her?
Regardless, he had a hunch that this was important.
He put his fingers together and stroked the three words, and the name disappeared instantly.
Whose name should she write? The idiot from the Wang family who dared to look at her with such contempt and greasy eyes, or the female cultivator named Tao who loved to talk nonsense and was so frivolous?
He thought for a moment, wrote a name on it, and threw it into the fire. In the flames, a charred, skinny hand with slender claws appeared and took the talisman paper.
When Fu Tingyun returned to the tent, Su Xiaoyuan was already fast asleep on the table.
He picked her up and carried her sideways. She muttered "Fu Tingyun" in her sleep, which made him unable to wait to put her on the bed. He held her in mid-air and leaned over to kiss her.
The mere touch sent a shudder through him, almost unable to hold her steady. He strode quickly to the bed and laid her down, leaning forward to drink like a thirsty man finding a sweet spring. He had to claim the entire stream for himself, swallow it all. He couldn't miss a single well, sucking hard until all the sweet water had seeped out, and it still wasn't enough; he wanted it to gurgle out, overflowing across the mountains and valleys, surging like a torrent.
Finally, I got to experience it, using himself, without barriers, without obstacles, true intimacy.
He had evil intentions and pointed at her forehead which was stained with sweat. She opened her eyes blankly, raised her head slightly and looked down, lifting his silver hair that fell on her snow-white belly, as if she didn't understand what it was.
It was then that he raised his head, letting her see his watery face, staring directly into her eyes, watching her dark pupils dilate instantly.
Without waiting for her to react, he stood up and kissed her lips, nose tip, ears, eyelids... leaving her scent everywhere. It was so funny to see her dodge in fear.
After enough of the fuss, he placed a wet kiss on her forehead: "Go to sleep."
When she wakes up, she will think of it as a dream, but she will remember that it was him in the dream.
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