Chapter 468 No One Can Make Me Lose My Soul
Ye Xiaoman is very motivated. There is no reason for her to push her uncle away if he wants to teach her a skill.
She nodded repeatedly: "I learned it."
Then look at Zhu Chuideng expectantly.
That is a thirst for learning waiting for benefits.
The four words "taking yang to replenish yin" don't sound like a serious exercise.
Some people are absolutely not suitable to be the object of sedition.
But if she can control her lower body, she is not Sister Man anymore.
Zhu Chuideng stretched out his big palm in front of Ye Xiaoman, "Put your hand on your palm."
Ye Xiaoman eagerly spread her paws in Zhu Chuideng's palm. There was a huge difference in height between them, and the natural difference in body shape between men and women made her hands look small.
Zhu Chuideng held the back of Ye Xiaoman's hand with one hand, and pressed the palm of her hand with the other hand, stroking it slowly.
His body temperature was not like that of a ghost, but hot, just like that of a living person. There were rough calluses on his fingertips and palms from hard work, and the scratching reminded Ye Xiaoman of the prickly touch of his stubble on her face.
Her fingers couldn't help but flinch.
A black talisman with a hint of red suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand.
The structure is complex and profound, and it seems as if it is made up of hundreds of sets of talismans. The strokes are like tangled branches of flowers, elegant and ambiguous. The final shape looks like a pair of men and women practicing happy Zen, smiling at each other.
Zhu Chuideng stared at her dark hair and said, "Eat it."
His words had an irresistible telekinetic power. Ye Xiaoman could not help but open her mouth. The talisman turned into a stream of light and was swallowed by her.
In an instant, knowledge entered Ye Xiaoman's mind in a unique way.
The methods, formulas and key points of practice of this magic are clear in his mind.
Zhu Chuideng personally taught Ye Xiaoman the key points of performing magic spells.
"There's only one trick."
He lifted his long legs and casually stepped on a piece of gravel at a suitable height next to him, with his knees bent at a 90-degree angle and his thighs just straight, forming a simple chair.
He held Ye Xiaoman's waist with his hands, easily lifted her up to sit on his thighs, and put his arm around her lower back to steady her.
This action is often seen between couples with a big height difference. On a date, the boy picks up the girl and sits her on his lap and kisses her.
Physical intimacy, a sense of care, and full of boyfriend power really test a boy's sense of strength.
He lifted it up very easily, then leaned over and kissed it with a smile, creating just enough tension.
Zhu Chuideng performed the series of actions naturally. After he finished, he and Ye Xiaoman looked into each other's eyes, and he felt embarrassed as if he had just woken up from a dream.
He was a little embarrassed and said, "You are too short, it is easier for us to communicate this way."
It is not shameful to be looked down upon by a big brother who is estimated to be at least 1.9 meters tall.
Ye Xiaoman nodded obediently: "Nothing, I'm tired of standing too."
So, they used this action, which was very suitable for kissing, to discuss cultivation in a businesslike manner.
Zhu Chuideng tried to hold his breath as lightly as possible, as if a fluffy dandelion was sitting on his lap. If he took a little more breath, Ye Xiaoman would be blown away.
The dandelion's fluffy umbrella takes off with the wind, and I wonder in whose heart it will sow seeds.
At some point, his voice became heavy again.
"As long as you can do one thing, you can absorb the essence of the target object at will."
Zhu Chuideng taught her step by step.
"Use every possible means to make him lose consciousness. At the moment he loses his guard, extract his vital energy and spirit. Inhale it into your Dantian like drawing Qi into your body, and refine it into your own Qi."
“It’s easy to say, but difficult to implement.”
"Monks cultivate their spirits and souls for years, and their minds are strong. It is very difficult to make them lose their focus."
"Human vitality and energy are a great tonic for the ghost race. Therefore, every ghost in the ghost realm will spend their entire lives perfecting this magic, devoting all their efforts to usurping the vitality of the living."
Ye Xiaoman: "Oh, so that's how it is."
No wonder people who are possessed by strange things will quickly become weak.
The weird creatures love to scare people so much that they even set up regular places to torture people. It turns out that they want to suck the vitality of the living when they are scared out of their wits.
Men take Yin and women take Yang, and everyone has a bright future.
Ye Xiaoman drew inferences from this and suddenly realized: "I was wondering why those cunning men and women always trick others into practicing dual cultivation."
The monks are very focused, but the monks in bed may not be so focused.
How many people in this world can remain 100% sober when they are trembling? - On the necessity of practicing the way of ruthlessness.
At least Ye Xiaoman can't. If any fish in the pond wants to catch her, she will be caught.
Ye Xiaoman blinked her eyelashes and looked at Zhu Chuideng, "Uncle, have you ever had your yang taken away by someone to replenish your yin?"
Zhu Chuideng's lips curled slightly.
From being a low-level evil ghost to becoming the Lord of Ghosts, he has experienced countless things and met countless people. His life journey has been magnificent and full of tests.
During this process, countless powerful and beautiful ghosts extended olive branches to him, but after being rejected by him, they used all kinds of means to plot against him.
Zhuchuideng has a happy look on his face.
“No.”
"No one can make me lose my mind."
After Zhu Chuideng taught her the core points, he carefully told her how to turn the absorbed essence into her own.
Even he himself was surprised at his patience with her. The other ghost kings must have been horrified. His temper had become very bad now.
"The spell has been given to you."
Zhu Chuideng said, "Now you practice with me as your training object."
He had no hope for Ye Xiaoman. Since the target was him, the probability of her succeeding on the first try was very slim.
Ye Xiaoman shared the same idea as Zhu Chuideng. She didn't have high expectations for herself and was very relaxed. She just treated it as an opportunity to practice and consolidate her knowledge.
She curled her fingers.
Zhu Chuideng cooperated and moved his face closer.
Ye Xiaoman did not take any further action. She just looked at Goudu's affectionate eyes and looked at Zhu Chuideng without blinking.
Three parts admiration, seven parts obsession. The appearance of being immersed in love.
Anyone who is gazed at by her eyes with such undivided attention can easily feel that he is the most attractive man in the world.
Zhu Chuideng looked closely at her deep chestnut eyes, which were as sweet as honey. His mind was in a trance for a moment. He was on the verge of falling into a pit, but he immediately woke up and asked her without emotion: "Are you in a daze?"
Jing Zhui had cut her clothes at the collar and left them hanging loosely.
He tried not to look.
Ye Xiaoman scratched the tip of his dark chin and said, "I'm stunned."
Zhu Chuideng pretended to be serious and said, "Little girl, your charm method still needs to be practiced."
"Yeah," Ye Xiaoman sighed, "Looking at my uncle's handsome face, I can't concentrate on performing the extra trajectory."
"There's only one thought lingering in my mind..."
Zhu Chuideng: "Thoughts?"
He lowered his eyes following the movement of Ye Xiaoman's fingertips and saw her tap his Adam's apple.
There was a sudden strange sensation in my throat.
It felt like something was blocking it, and even swallowing was difficult.
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