Chapter 469 Daily life of Taoist monks
Ye Xiaoman shook her head and said something shocking.
"I've always wondered what it's like for my uncle to sleep."
Zhu Chuideng was stunned, and his phoenix eyes, which had fine lines at the corners when he smiled, widened slightly when he looked at Ye Xiaoman.
Just take advantage of this moment.
Ye Xiaoman cast a spell, and a powerful ghost energy was drawn out from Zhu Chuideng.
She quickly formed seals and drew the energy into her body.
Smacking lips, savoring the taste with lingering aftertaste.
It turns out that eating the vitality of a living person is such an enjoyable feeling.
She seemed like a drunkard who had drunk one of the finest wines in the world, and she felt so happy that she wanted to laugh out loud.
The Yang Qi of the Ghost Lord of Zhuchuideng was extraordinary. Ye Xiaoman took a lot of supplements. When she couldn't speak clearly, her bones, muscles and meridians were nourished again, which was very helpful for her to withstand the thunder tribulation when she was in the Qi training stage and building the foundation.
Ye Xiaoman raised her head proudly: "Uncle, I succeeded."
The old man's innocence far exceeded her expectations.
They didn't think Zhu Chuideng would lose.
Zhu Chuideng reviewed the game again and again, but couldn't figure out at which stage he failed miserably - it seemed that he had failed from the very beginning.
The mature old man was suddenly hit and said helplessly: "Little girl, you..."
Ye Xiaoman jumped off his legs. Fearing that he would get angry and take revenge on her because of his pride, she ran to the door and gave him a seductive look.
"Yes, I even lie to ghosts."
Zhu Chuideng had grabbed her neck and wanted to kill her a while ago. Ye Xiaoman put him on the list of people not to mess with. She didn't dare to act nice in front of him after getting the upper hand, so she just patted her butt and ran away.
She is still more interested in Jing Zhui.
Once again, night falls.
Ye Xiaoman still went to spend the night with Jing Zhui, broke through his shielding magic circle, occupied his animal skin, and knelt down to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.
In the north room on the nineteenth floor, except for the sound of their conversation, everyone else, including the lively Lu Qi, was as quiet as a chicken since they knew the identity of Ye Xiaoman's master's wife.
I didn't expect Jing Zhui to dare to mess with my master.
Why did he become obsessed with his master's wife?
Isn't he heartless?
The demons have formed a small group to discuss, and Ye Xiaoman and Jing Zhui's small space is extremely harmonious and beautiful.
Jing Zhui's expression of forbearance remained unchanged. He lay on his side on the animal hide, enduring Ye Xiaoman burying her back in his arms.
He was used to being a lone wolf, and felt very strange about sleeping with someone in his arms.
But Ye Xiaoman said that the body language of Taoist couples is very intimate, and it is normal for them to stick together. In order to succeed in his undercover work in the future, he must overcome his psychological barriers.
So Jing Zhui could only grit his teeth and endure it.
Ye Xiaoman rested her head on Jing Zhui's arm, played with his fingers, and assigned him practice tasks for the next month.
"To foster our intimacy."
"Every night, we would sleep together like this."
"Every day when you wake up, you have to give me a good morning kiss."
"Before we go out, we have to hug each other."
"After hugging, we should look into each other's eyes and tell each other lovingly, 'I love you.'"
Jing Zhui was dissatisfied.
"Is it necessary to go through so much trouble?"
"Yes." Ye Xiaoman bent Jing Zhui's fingers into a dog head and played shadow puppets against the wall. She didn't even raise her eyes and played casually.
"What is love? When it comes to daily life, love is just these boring kisses and hugs."
Jing Zhui was too lazy to cooperate. "Please delete it."
"I can't delete them. These are essential exercises." Ye Xiaoman added value to him. "Don't think they're boring exercises. They're actually developing your emotional intelligence."
"Love is an atmosphere. In a month, you and I will have a couple atmosphere."
Jing Zhui didn't understand.
Ye Xiaoman didn't expect him to understand. She just wanted to create an opportunity for them to get along and absorb Jing Zhuiqin's energy while he was confused.
I never thought about having a serious talk with him.
Jing Zhui was very impatient. In his opinion, time and everything in it should have a set of formulas just like cultivation, and he could just apply them directly.
Ye Xiaoman thought his acting was too stiff, so she just told him how to pretend to be affectionate.
"What exactly is love? Why do we need an atmosphere?"
"How far do I need to go before I can become a master?"
Ye Xiaoman was too lazy to argue with him, so she just said, "When you have love for me in your heart."
Jing Zhui: "What does it mean to be in love?"
It's so annoying. Can you please stop asking and go to sleep?
Ye Xiaoman sighed tiredly: "Take my own example. Every morning, when I see you walking to the front of the line alone, I feel that you are so lonely, and my heart aches."
"At that time, I thought, at least let you have some fun around me. I am willing to walk hand in hand with you until the end of the world..."
Jing Zhui interrupted her, grabbed her chin and turned her face around, "How dare you dare to stand shoulder to shoulder with me."
He looked at her incredulously.
"What qualifications do you have to be on equal footing with me?"
You dead straight man, go be alone.
Ye Xiaoman: "...I think maybe it's because of love."
Jing Zhui: "For the illusory love you mentioned, I will give you half of my power. It's unbelievable."
Yes, I also find this kind of love-brainedness incredible.
Can you shut up and be a stove for me?
Ye Xiaoman: "I think maybe it's... I just crave companionship in my old age."
"Jing Zhui, imagine this: when you are successful and famous, but have no one close to you, wouldn't you feel lonely looking at the boundless world?"
Jing Zhui thought about it and said, "No."
Ye Xiaoman lost all her patience. It was rare to find someone who could talk to death like Jing Zhui.
She slapped Jing Zhui in the face and said, "If you keep slamming, your master will beat you."
For the next month, Ye Xiaoman tirelessly dragged Jing Zhui for love training every day, and her moods switched back and forth between "being pissed off to death" and "feeling so good as to have stolen the essence of Jing Zhui".
Time passed quickly like sand in the palm of your hand, and in the blink of an eye, the thirty-day period was about to pass.
In the early morning, the training drums sounded.
Jing Zhui never stayed in bed in his life and got up without complaint.
Ye Xiaoman curled up in his arms like a quail. He needed to first remove her hands and feet from him and move her head away from his arms.
The desert mornings were still bitterly cold, but he no longer felt it was as unbearable as before. Perhaps it was because Ye Xiaoman was as warm as a blanket, and the two of them shared body temperature together all night.
In the first few nights, Jing Zhui was not used to sleeping with someone in his arms, but after six or seven days he got used to it. Now he even felt comfortable and happily accepted Ye Xiaoman sleeping with him.
Jing Zhui secretly became alert, because indulging in enjoyment was the beginning of the magic sword becoming dull.
The next night, Ye Xiaoman could hug him, but he would no longer take the initiative to hug her to sleep.
Jing Zhui sat beside the sleeping Ye Xiaoman, putting on his shirt while thinking.
A warm hand emerged from the animal hide, grasped his collar, and pulled him down to kiss him.
Jing Zhui was very familiar with it, it was the daily good morning kiss.
After a period of adaptation, he hugged her as he did every night, without any resistance.
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