Chapter 109 Honey-filled! I don't believe anything.
Bitao stood there, momentarily thinking she was hallucinating.
She didn't dare turn around immediately.
But it's clear that she wasn't the only one "hallucinating".
Even though Bitao didn't turn around, Mingguang realized that he had spoken out of turn and acted inappropriately.
He was even scared of himself.
He quickly released Bitao, stood up straight, and took several steps back.
The expressions on Bitao's face changed in a fascinating and varied way.
When Bitao slowly turned back to look at him, as if afraid of startling a small bird that had landed on the windowsill, he had already regained his usual stern and proud demeanor.
He stood like a tall, sturdy pine tree in the snow, imposing and aloof, its branches laden with snow. Every movement, whether still or in motion, exuded a chilling aura.
Bitao swallowed hard.
She considerately didn't mention her "auditory hallucination" earlier, mirroring Mingguang's serious expression.
Bitao cleared her throat and said, "Mingguang Xuanxian, please have a cup of tea first."
Mingguang nodded slightly.
Bitao turned around and went to the table to pour tea for Mingguang.
The content of the hallucination was too "powerful" for Bitao; her wrist went a little weak when she lifted the teapot.
Or rather, her whole body felt weak.
That softness that starts from the bottom of my heart, and goes all the way to my heels.
She could barely stand.
Oh my god.
Heaven bears witness!
Mingguang was just... being affectionate with her!
Under what circumstances would someone who is proud as their bones, domineering as their veins, and self-disciplined and cautious as their blood act like a child?
This is even more unusual than the sun rising in the west.
Bitao poured the tea and stood by the table waiting for Mingguang to come over.
She was very good at understanding people's hearts, knowing when to advance, when to retreat, and what to say at what time.
But she didn't say anything to ease the strange atmosphere.
Because Bitao's head was spinning.
She couldn't remember anything at all.
She simply gazed at Mingguang with her captivating peach blossom eyes.
Mingguang wanted to run away.
His mind was in such a daze that he couldn't tell whether it was his current "infamous" reputation throughout the Nine Heavens that was more shameful, or whether it was the fact that he had just made that sound and said those things as if he were possessed by a demon that was even more unacceptable to him.
He shifted his toes slightly towards the doorway.
Bitao opened her mouth as if to call him, but Mingguang turned back from where he was pointing his toes towards the door.
His limbs seemed to be out of his control, and he walked to the table in a rather awkward posture.
He sat down with a serious expression. Bitao quietly sighed and sat down as well.
The two of them turned to face each other, neither of them speaking, and simultaneously picked up their cups and sipped their tea.
When the two of them, like sandworms that had been thirsty for eight hundred years, had drunk an entire teapot dry, the long silence finally extinguished their sense of unease and reluctance to speak loudly.
Mingguang maintained his composure and did not suck the tea roots dry.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he spoke first. To cover up his guilty conscience, he even used an accusatory tone, asking, "Did you go to the Prison Palace to see Binglun?"
Mingguang had a dense network of informants in the Nine Heavens and also controlled the Nine Heavens Image Array. As soon as Bitao went to the Prison Palace, someone told him what she said and who she met. Mingguang knew everything.
He also knew that Bitao went to his place to look for him.
The reason they didn't turn back to Xuanhui Palace was because they were afraid the two of them would miss each other on the way and end up going home empty-handed.
Bitao: "...Ah."
It looked as if there was a chain around Bitao's head. Upon closer inspection, the chain was actually made of interlocking characters that read, "Why did you only come back now? What should I do? I don't want to live anymore."
Mingguang suddenly asked her a question in an interrogative tone. Bitao's mind was still foggy from being "chained," and she couldn't answer immediately.
No wonder people often say, "What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?"①
She used to think that her liking and pursuit of Mingguang was the entirety of love.
She enjoys the chase and is determined to win.
But once she actually "got" him, Bitao realized that no matter how exhilarating the pursuit was, it couldn't compare to the breathtaking thrill of a single, heart-wrenching, coquettish word from the person she liked.
This shock even surpassed the satisfaction brought by physical peak.
Bitao felt like a monarch bewitched by a seductive woman. She bit her tongue and managed to expel two ounces of clear consciousness.
He replied smoothly, "It's Bingjing who came to see me."
Bitao said, "Bingjing knelt before me, hoping I would speak up for her brother and save Binglun's life."
Mingguang frowned and said, "But what he did almost cost you your life."
Mingguang noticed that Binglun's attitude towards Bitao was different, and he forced Binglun to reveal what happened before the first competition was teleported.
Mingguang released him in the second competition so that he could be made to pay for his actions.
If Xiao Taozhi didn't possess a sharp mind and a knack for devising new methods, the consequences of being influenced by the ominous energy within the Ice Wheel Seal would be unimaginable.
Even if she doesn't die... her mind is in chaos, and she can no longer return to heaven.
Mingguang looked at Bitao disapprovingly and said, "This is bending the law for personal gain, you mean...?"
Mingguang swallowed back the rest of his sentence, "Does he still have feelings for him?"
But the words "unhappy" were densely packed on his face.
Bitao propped her forehead up with her elbow, feeling a little dizzy.
If Ming Guang's coquettish words upon entering the door were an inadvertent display of vulnerability and dependence forced upon him by his "infamous" current situation.
His anger was evident on his face, which meant that he was truly showing all his real emotions to Bitao.
Bitao looked at him, her heart pounding with excitement.
With a slightly strained voice, she asked Mingguang, "I abused my power for personal gain, are you going to punish me?"
Mingguang glared at her unhappily.
Bitao bit her lip.
Mingguang added, "If you let him go like this, won't anyone dare to retaliate against you in the future? You won't be punished anyway."
Mingguang's face was frosty, and his words were even colder than his lips: "Besides, what right does Bingjing have to come and beg you?"
Bitao looked at Mingguang, who was indignant on her behalf, but she could no longer hear anything.
All I could see was his lips opening and closing, with the tip of his rosy tongue peeking out from within.
Last night, Bitao had already enjoyed herself to the fullest. His words were always so serious and ruthless, but his lips were incredibly soft.
Is this really reasonable?
Mingguang continued, "She received your kindness in 'guarding her from the calamity,' yet she was unwilling to spend several years searching for your remnant soul. If it weren't for my consideration of the difficulty my mother faced in nurturing her successor, do you think I would have let her go... um."
As if possessed, Bitao leaned forward and gently kissed Mingguang's moving lips.
I don't know what he's talking about, but I really want to kiss him.
Bitao gently sucked on the peach, and Mingguang's words came to an abrupt halt.
The two looked at each other closely, and Bitao saw the vertical lines between Mingguang's eyebrows.
Mingguang was pampered since childhood and was usually quiet. When he spoke, he was rarely interrupted, especially in such an extremely undignified way.
Bitao always thought that the two of them were still the same as before, and that she needed to coax and pamper them extra carefully in order to get along peacefully.
Meeting his bright, golden eyes, she smiled and stepped back, saying frankly, "A day apart feels like ten years in the mortal world. I missed you so much, I couldn't help myself."
"Go on."
After she finished speaking, she licked her lips and was about to back away when a large hand grabbed the back of her neck.
Mingguang turned to the side and directly pulled Bitao, who had bent down to "ambush" him, onto his lap. He tilted his head back and kissed her lips.
He wasn't actually much better than Bitao.
He didn't immediately try to take advantage of her upon meeting her; it was purely due to his strong self-control.
The moment Bitao was embraced, she started to feel dizzy again.
It won't work.
Everything today was truly beyond her expectations.
She responded warmly to Mingguang.
The two of them leaned on each other, completely forgetting what they had just been saying.
The "fire" from last night has reappeared.
The sound of the teacup hitting the table with the force of Mingguang's backward tilt, causing it to bounce and shatter into pieces on the ground, forcibly pulled them back to their senses.
The two people embracing face to face at this moment both had radiant expressions, rosy lips, disheveled clothes, and tangled hair.
Bitao rested her forehead on Mingguang's shoulder to calm her breathing.
My legs were swaying with pleasure.
Mingguang held her close, his long robes and wide sleeves concealing the "evil" he was committing.
He glanced in the direction of the door and silently pulled the hand that had slipped inside Bitao's robe out.
Mingguang lowered his head, resting his forehead on Bitao's shoulder, and said, his breath slightly unsteady, "So many people."
This sentence is a statement.
Bitao, however, inexplicably detected a hint of complaint in her voice.
Bitao chuckled softly, hugged Mingguang tightly, and kissed his cheek.
"I'll go and chase them away."
Bitao stood up and tidied her appearance.
Passing through the barrier array, I reached the door and pulled it open—I was met with a dozen, no, twenty faces peering out excitedly, as if they wanted to squeeze into the room.
The path stretched from the doorway all the way to the corner of the corridor.
Besides Bitao's few waiters, there were also some of her friends who usually lingered there.
Caught by Bitao, they all winked and made faces, showing no remorse whatsoever, and even craned their necks to peer into the house.
Mingguang sat at the table with his back to the door, drinking tea.
However, the teacup in his hand was empty.
From behind, he appeared extremely dignified, but from the front, the collar of his robe, which was folded up to his throat, was pulled open by Bitao, revealing a thin red hue that extended from his throat bone all the way down to his collar. In addition, the blood vessels at the corners of his eyes were already somewhat ruptured, and with the addition of the red blush, he looked so radiant that it was as if he had been wearing makeup.
However, this picturesque scene can only be seen by Bitao alone.
Bitao, with a solemn expression, said to Zhan Kui and the others whose names were closest to the door, "What are you all doing here? Go do what you're supposed to be doing."
These people fear Mingguang, but not Bitao.
Mingguang is a Xuanxian (a high-ranking immortal) and the barrier array he set up should prevent them from hearing anything. Their presence here is purely for show.
Zhan Kui said with a grin, "Isn't it because neither of you has eaten? I had Cuiwei bring in some food and drinks."
Bitao: "Get lost."
She raised her hand and urged the wood spirit to wave it, displaying the power of a Xuanxian (a type of immortal).
The group of onlookers were immediately escorted downstairs by Bitao.
Zhan Kui, being a celestial being, took a few steps back.
However, when she met Bitao's serious gaze, she awkwardly touched her nose and swayed downstairs.
I thought to myself, what's there to hide? What's the point of hiding it?
Everyone has a man!
Why hasn't that bald grandson of Guanghan come back yet?
When he got back, I beat him so badly he couldn't get out of bed!
Bitao closed the door again.
Then, with practiced ease, he set up two more layers of restrictions.
Only then did he return to the table.
Distracted by these little brats, her dazed state improved considerably.
Standing next to Mingguang, I hooked his chin and carefully examined the corners of his eyes.
"Your blood vessel is severed."
Bitao activated the wood spirit, touching the corners of his eyes with her fingers to help heal and reconnect the connections.
Mingguang tilted his head back and remained motionless, his eyes slightly lowered as he stared at Bitao's collar.
Bitao noticed his gaze and reached out to untie the belt of her robe.
With her clothes completely open, Bitao looked down at Mingguang and asked, "Are you still holding onto the cup?"
"So, would you like to eat this, or drink that?"
The tiny blood vessels in Mingguang's eyes, which had just been healed and reconnected, began to flow again.
His whole face turned red.
But he still held onto the cup.
He repeated, "There are too many people here."
Inappropriate.
He slowed his breathing and urged the golden spirit to rage through his meridians.
He believed he was able to regulate his words and actions and control his desires and emotions.
He took Bitao's hand and made her sit on the stool next to him.
A moment later, it appeared to have returned to normal.
He straightened his clothes and then asked, "What exactly are your thoughts on Binglun's matter?"
“We can’t just let him go like this. He confessed during the interrogation. Heaven’s laws are above all else, and the law will not tolerate any leniency.”
Bitao said, "What he did could be considered a big deal, or it could be considered a small deal."
“He has indeed realized his mistake, and…”
Mingguang reached out and grabbed Bitao's chin, his hand pressing against the corner of her mouth.
Bitao was about to speak up for Binglun when she was stopped.
Mingguang had no desire to hear her speak for anyone.
Especially the ice wheel.
When he traced the Milky Way, he saw that in the mortal realm, Bitao was giving Binglun breath.
He knew it was about saving lives.
But knowing is one thing.
As he was thinking, he used too much force with his fingers, and the tip of his thumb pressed down on Bitao's tongue.
She groaned as he pinched her.
The two stared at each other in silence, or rather, faced off for a moment.
Mingguang narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't believe that Bitao would have any lingering feelings for that idiot Binglun.
He asked Bitao, "Do you intend to use Binglun to subdue Bingjing?"
Bitao's eyes, like peach blossoms, radiate the gentle warmth of spring.
Mingguang guessed her thoughts, and she didn't try to hide it; on the contrary, she was very happy.
That's what you call two childhood friends who have no suspicions of each other.
She moved her tongue and curled it around the tip of Mingguang's thumb.
Mingguang withdrew his fingers in an instant, but then pinched Bitao's cheeks, making her look like a chicken beak.
He seemed to be extremely fond of the peach blossoms.
Bitao chuckled and imitated a rooster's crow, making "cluck cluck cluck" sounds.
Mingguang was amused by her and wanted to laugh, but he forced himself to suppress it, and his lips twitched slightly.
At this moment, Bitao climbed up his wrists with both hands and gently held them.
She acted as if she would let him have whatever he wanted.
What should we restrain? What should we control?
Mingguang thought that his "person" could be done however he wanted.
Mingguang leaned down and kissed that little chick's beak again.
Mingguang has spent the entire day reflecting on his behavior.
He felt that the two of them needed to sit down and talk calmly.
So, as soon as his official duties ended today, he temporarily put aside the documents he hadn't had time to review and came to the Hall of All Living Beings to find someone.
But as soon as he saw Bitao, especially when he spoke to her face to face.
His mind was repeatedly stirred by her eyes.
I didn't want to use my mouth to talk to her at all.
Just as the two of them finally managed to regain their composure, someone knocked on the door.
Cuiwei, whose eyes were about the same size as Zhan Kui's but whose mind was far less cunning, was actually ordered to deliver midnight snacks to the two of them.
Bitao reluctantly raised her head from inside Mingguang's clothes.
She was indeed hungry, but she's eating right now!
I don't want to eat anything different.
That bastard Zhan Kui, Bi Tao must teach him a lesson he won't forget when she gets the chance!
Mingguang turned his head away from Bitao, and the bulging veins on the side of his neck showed that he had obviously reached his limit.
Cuiwei knocked softly on the door and asked, "Fairy, the food is here."
Like Cuiwei, Taiji, and Wu Yishi, they still habitually called Bitao "Fairy Maiden," the title she was given during the first competition.
Bitao reluctantly got up, turned around to get the food box, steadied herself and replied in a calm voice, "Coming."
Mingguang's arms were suddenly empty. His infatuated expression turned fierce. Before Bitao had even left the table, he wrapped his long arm around her from behind, hooked her shoulders and back, pulled her back into his arms, covered her mouth, bit the back of her neck, and slammed her hard against him.
Bitao turned around and met eyes as bright as the setting sun melting gold, and her reason was instantly melted away.
Thinking to myself, there are... well... a lot of people on her side.
In the end, no one went to collect the last food box.
Cuiwei was pulled away by Taiji.
The food box sat forlornly on the ground outside the door of Bitao's room.
It wasn't until dawn that Bitao finally broke through the many barriers, opened the door, and brought in the food box.
He activated the wood spirit, warming the food in the food box as he walked.
Mingguang was still sitting at the table, his clothes intact, but he looked like a glowing lanternfish in the sea, with dozens of superimposed cleansing spells above his head.
Bitao, carrying a food box, sat on a stool with a missing half-back, right opposite Mingguang. She leaned back lazily with a satisfied look on her face, and mocked him languidly: "Do you think I'm dirty, or do you think you're dirty?"
Mingguang remained silent, head bowed, intently tidying the clothes.
Their robes were completely undamaged this time. After all... if they were really damaged, how would Mingguang leave the Cang Sheng Palace?
Sending someone back to get clothes... even Bitao couldn't have imagined how Yinhan Gu would portray the two of them.
"Alright, the 'dirt' that was stuck on has already been washed off, hasn't it?"
"Come and have something to eat."
Bitao placed the food box on the table.
Before even opening it, Mingguang glanced at the table and finally spoke: "You still plan to eat at this table?"
Bitao: "..."
Bitao hadn't been thinking about anything at all.
But when Mingguang mentioned it, she remembered the way she had been sitting openly at the table before.
Her hand trembled slightly as she opened the food box.
The light was still "flickering".
He glanced at her, then quickly looked away as if he'd been burned.
He had folded his shirt back up to his throat, and now that he was dressed, he looked like a statue that had been regilded.
In the blink of an eye, he was a dignified and imposing immortal lord.
Only her hair ornament had come loose, and her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and back like a cascading Milky Way.
Bitao said, "How about we go eat on the long couch over there?"
Mingguang nodded with great restraint this time.
He was indeed very hungry.
The two sat formally by the long couch and ate the late-night snacks that Cuiwei had brought.
After their stomachs and desires were satisfied, they looked at each other from opposite sides of the small table on the long couch.
They each began racking their brains, trying to dredge up what they had prepared to say to each other.
But after a brief moment of eye contact, all that remained in their minds was the image of them lost in the throes of passion.
So they each turned away again.
We tacitly decided not to say anything today, no matter what.
If we keep looking at the other person for a little longer, things might get out of control.
“It’s getting late.” Bitao glanced at the sundial.
Mingguang jumped up from beside the table and said, "I should go. There are still some official documents from the lower realm piling up on the table..."
As he spoke, he walked towards the door.
But halfway through, for some reason, he paused slightly and turned his head as if he wanted to look at Bitao.
But in the end, he didn't turn back.
Bitao, however, accurately captured his subtle movements and emotions.
She tilted her head, almost doubting whether she had misunderstood.
Mingguang's style of walking and doing things is decisive and efficient, and he rarely hesitates.
Unless... he has other ideas, but is ashamed to express them.
Bitao stood up tentatively: "How about... you stay here for one night?"
Mingguang paused, stood with his back to her at the door, and hesitated as he tried to push the door open.
Bitao curled her lips, unable to suppress a smile.
Then I started to find reasons for him.
"Look, it's almost dawn. If we go out at this time and people see us, wouldn't the gossip be even harder to control?"
In fact, before dawn, when everything is quiet and the darkest time before sunrise, even the guard dogs would be asleep in the mortal world.
It's the perfect escape route for the "adulterer".
However, Bitao's reason seemed "as heavy as a thousand pounds," and it immediately convinced Mingguang.
It seems that spending the night in the Palace of All Beings is indeed better than the suggestion to return to one's own bedchamber before dawn.
He turned around, pondered for a moment with a serious expression, and nodded very solemnly, saying, "Alright."
Bitao almost burst out laughing.
I gritted my teeth, enduring the itching, and it was so hard to bear.
Mingguang's rigid and conservative nature, coupled with excessive self-restraint and the prolonged suppression of his personal desires, will inevitably backfire.
He had longed for all kinds of affection since childhood, but no one had given it to him. Bitao knew from the beginning that she would be his one and only.
She even guessed that once Mingguang fell in love, it would be an irreversible catastrophe.
But Bitao really didn't expect that his "mountain collapse and tsunami" would look like this.
His mountain appears to be filled with blazing lava about to erupt, inspiring awe and reflecting the raging waves of the seabed in a blood-red hue.
Bitao resolutely jumped in, prepared to be corroded and burned by the lava, to be completely bruised, and to be boiled by the high-temperature seawater.
As a result, the volcano's eruption caused the seawater to surge backward, bringing forth a torrential downpour of hot rain—which ended up soaking her head and body in thick honey.
Not only was he completely unharmed, but he also made her so sweet that she was about to faint.
He's actually like a honey filling made of lava!
After Mingguang "reluctantly" got into Bitao's bed, and the two lay down side by side in their undergarments, Bitao softly asked him, "Is there anything you want to say?"
Should we continue with the topic of their two 248 children?
But since they have already passed away, it's not appropriate to use the names of other immortals. What would be a good name for the 249th child?
Mingguang glanced at Bitao and said sternly, "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping? What else is there to say? Sleep."
He was the first to close his eyes.
Bitao raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself, "What are you pretending for? You didn't want to leave because you wanted to linger afterward, did you?"
But Mingguang was quite good at pretending; he refused to admit or reveal that he, like Wei Danxin, needed tender comfort.
He looked like he was already asleep.
Even their breathing became long and even.
Bitao watched him quietly as he pretended.
As she watched, she began to doze off.
But she still retained a sliver of consciousness, wondering when Mingguang would finally lose his temper and speak to her.
She didn't get a chance to hear Mingguang speak.
She fell asleep very quickly.
Bitao slept soundly, she was really tired. She hadn't slept all night and then went to the prison to meet with friends and get people released during the day.
She didn't get back until evening and ate a "full" meal. Even sitting on the stool, she had to make a great effort to sit up.
My thighs feel sore.
Knowing that Mingguang was sleeping beside her, Bitao felt at ease and comfortable, and her consciousness sank even faster.
Therefore, she didn't realize that the pillow under her neck had been quietly replaced with an arm.
Bitao was extremely relaxed. After resting her head on Mingguang's arm, she subconsciously rubbed her face against it.
Mingguang paused, then waited a while longer.
Once Bitao was completely still, he moved his arms around her, slowly wrapping them around her, hooking his other hand around her waist, and lifting her legs with his long legs.
He hugged the person completely, face to face, onto his body.
Bitao lay on Mingguang's chest, her head turned to the side, her face slightly distorted by the pressure, still fast asleep and completely oblivious.
Mingguang embraced her tightly, his eyes showing no sign of sleepiness.
Looking down at her, a slight, undisguised smile appeared on his lips.
He cupped her head and face in his hands and gently kneaded them, feeling so delighted that he didn't know what to do.
He poked her deformed face, cupped the back of her head, and ran his fingers through her sideburns to comb them.
He couldn't help but think back to when Bitao was still a little peach branch person.
He liked to hold her while sleeping. He liked to play with her body, which she had pieced together from peach branches.
That was the only living solace in his boundless, lonely so-called childhood.
It was also the first person he spent every day with after he was born into the world, like a fledgling bird hatching from its shell.
However, back then, Mingguang could never have imagined that the two of them would end up like this.
He stared at Bitao with his eyes down for a long time, his heart rising and falling with the tides outside the window.
Thinking about everything that happened between the two of them.
They couldn't help themselves tonight, but still couldn't have an open and honest conversation.
But now Mingguang has no intention of negotiating.
Because no matter what Bitao says, he won't believe it.
I don't believe in anything.
Her intellect truly impressed him.
While he was shaken and panicked by the complete change in their relationship, and became anxious and out of control due to the uproar, she was willing to forgive even those who had harmed her in order to win over Bingjing.
What's the point of winning over Ice Mirror?
Which extreme does she ultimately want to stand at?
In her scheme, how long can his role as a stepping stone last?
Even though Mingguang was holding Bitao so tightly and close, he still felt it wasn't enough; he felt so far away from her.
Even Mingguang found it hard to fully believe the infatuation that Bitao showed when they were close.
Mingguang activated the golden spirit, removing all obstacles from the two of them.
Their inner garments were ultimately shattered in the spiritual light.
Their bodies pressed together without any obstruction, causing Mingguang's back to tremble slightly.
He closed his eyes and stroked the smooth back closest to Bitao's heart with his palm.
Like a ferocious beast, it constantly patrols its territory.
His chin brushed against Bitao's head, his eyes as dark as the night before dawn.
He just kept his eyes open, holding Bitao, quietly, until the light outside gradually brightened.
As soon as Bitao woke up in the morning, she sensed that something was wrong.
It's so slippery, everything is so slippery.
She opened her eyes and felt herself resting on her favorite soft spot.
Mingguang was still asleep, right beneath her.
In the warm yellow morning light streaming through the window, he buried his handsome face halfway in his long hair, which covered the pillow, to avoid the light, his wrists clasped behind Bitao's back.
Bitao propped herself up on her arms, and upon realizing the situation between the two, her eyes widened in surprise.
As soon as she moved, she saw Mingguang frowning and about to wake up, so she quickly lay back down.
People are acting a little silly.
Is she...is she really that fierce?
How can someone climb naked onto another person while asleep?
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