Chapter 139 Why? You've fallen deeply in love with Guanghan.
The waiter brought over hot water, and Dongjun went into the bathroom to take off his clothes and wash up.
As soon as he untied his waistband, with two "clangs," something rolled down it and tumbled to a stop next to the bathtub.
Dongjun bent down to pick them up, and first picked up a Water Spirit Pearl.
Then she picked up another one... a Wood Spirit Immortal Bead.
That bright, watery eye belonged to the fox's former eyes. It had been held in Bitao's mouth for a while, and when it was thrown back into the bag, it was picked out by Dongjun.
He always wore it close to his chest.
However, the other Wood Spirit Pearl was one that Dongjun had never seen before, or rather, it should never have appeared on him!
"Master, Master!"
Dongjun ran out with his hair disheveled and his clothes wide open, then quickly gathered his clothes and ran into the room next door, where the god of the source was.
With her fingertips pinching the suddenly appearing Wood Spirit Pearl, she asked Shangyuan Shenzhen, who was sitting at the table drinking tea, "Why is there such a pearl in my possession?"
"Did you put this there, Master?"
“I put it there,” Bitao said to Mingguang. “I originally gave him a spirit boat, but he refused.”
"However, when I gave him the spirit boat, I also gave him a fairy pearl."
"The employment deal is now considered complete."
Bitao reached out and tugged at a handful of Mingguang's damp long hair.
"Will you blame me for getting your brother punished?"
Mingguang immediately shook his head, frowning: "I should apologize to you. I didn't know my brother wanted you to fail the competition."
Bitao said, "If you don't care, I don't care either. Don't go and say anything to him about this. Anyway, he won't succeed."
Mingguang asked doubtfully, "But... you slipped the magic pearl into his arms, and my brother didn't notice?"
"I didn't even notice." Dongjun slammed his hand, along with the wooden spirit bead, onto the table.
The teacup of the Upper Source God bounced on the table, and finally, unable to bear the fright, it jumped to the ground and "committed suicide".
Shangyuan Shenzhen picked up another teacup and listened to Dongjun raving on his own.
He chuckled inwardly.
"Aaaaaaah! I didn't even notice!"
Dongjun clutched the Wood Spirit Immortal Pearl, circling the table of Shangyuan Shenzhen like a donkey pulling a millstone.
He turned around and said, "No wonder."
"No wonder she wasn't punished!"
“Master, do you know that she originally gave me a spirit boat, but I immediately took it out and threw it on the ground?”
"But before I left, she inexplicably said that she had already given me the payment, and that our deal was done..."
"At the time, I only thought that she meant that she agreed to break up with my brother Mingguang as payment."
"I never expected that she would use such a small thing to buy me a judgment, a first-order immortal position!"
"How cunning!"
Dongjun sat down next to Shangyuan Shenzhen and slammed his hand on the table again: "She's so despicable, Master!"
Dongjun held his head in his hands, having never encountered such a difficult person or such an unsolvable "problem" in his entire life.
The Supreme God of Origin affectionately patted his disciple's head and said, "She's so despicable and cunning, why do you keep the immortal pearl she once held in her mouth and refuse to throw it away?"
Dong Jun froze.
He simply covered his head and lay down next to the table.
Why?
Bitao was also very curious as to why Dongjun would keep that fairy pearl.
It was only when Dongjun appeared that Bitao saw him playing with the pearl between his fingers and then putting it back in his chest that she was able to take advantage of the opportunity.
But she couldn't tell Mingguang the truth. Mingguang had a better relationship with Dongjun, and no matter what the reason was, Bitao couldn't let Mingguang misunderstand that Dongjun still had feelings for her.
Bitao said to Mingguang, "I guess it's because... he had too many things in his arms and didn't notice a small fairy pearl."
"Anyway, I'm fine, so don't worry."
Bitao looked at Mingguang's flushed face, raised her hand to touch it, and found it was indeed burning hot, as if he had a high fever.
Bitao then noticed that he was deliberately changing his posture to cover up, but he couldn't hide the high point of his penis no matter what he did.
She wanted to both maliciously tease the person in front of her and slowly savor the gradually unstoppable surge of his love for her.
Bitao already knew what Mingguang would look like after he fell in love.
But I never imagined that experiencing it firsthand would be so sweet, so captivating.
"Wipe down there too, the water's up to your ankles."
Bitao pressed down on Mingguang's shoulder, making him squat down to get a better look.
Mingguang's hands, gripping the towel and comb, trembled uncontrollably. He squatted in front of Bitao, his face flushed, even the scalp between his long hair was not spared.
"Wipe it clean properly, what are you standing there for?"
Bitao leaned closer, almost touching his face.
She ran her fingers through his wet hair, gently combing it.
Mingguang felt a tingling sensation running down his scalp and into his heart, and he stiffly wiped it.
My whole body felt like it was in lava, and I felt as if my bones and muscles were about to melt in the high temperature.
"What are you shy about?" Bitao asked him from above, with a hint of teasing and deliberate provocation. "Isn't this the best proof that I like you?"
Mingguang suddenly stood up.
The tall, burly man startled Bitao.
If Bitao hadn't dodged in time, her chin would have been bruised from being hit by his head.
"What are you doing?" Bitao looked up at him.
Mingguang's expression was serious and cold, but his face was as red as a roasted red crab.
He held his breath, pursed his lips, and stared at Bitao for a moment before stammering, "I'll wash the towels..."
Then he awkwardly went to the bathtub to clean the towel and comb, which were covered in too much shiny and slippery stuff.
The originally jade-white knuckles, when submerged in water, revealed a ruby-like luster.
Bitao approached him from behind, wrapped one arm around his slightly hunched waist, and used one hand to brush aside Mingguang's long hair that was draped over his back, slowly and carefully pressing herself against him.
I asked him, "Can you feel if I'm clean enough?"
Mingguang instinctively shuddered.
He braced his hands on the bathtub, his knuckles gripping the edge tightly. The veins on his strong, slender arms bulged, and even the towel floated away.
Why is Xiao Taozhi so naughty?
Mingguang's voice was very soft, almost a whisper, as he said, "You're only doing this because you're injured, so I can't touch you..."
Even though Xiao Taozhi is so wicked, he felt dizzy and infatuated.
Bitao liked Mingguang's shy and restrained demeanor when he showed any shyness or restraint, even though he had done everything before.
Just thinking about how Bitao's "dirty" mind could come up with all sorts of creative ways to "play" with Mingguang, and how Mingguang would react, made it clear that her intense desire for sex was something she probably could never suppress in this lifetime.
When Bitao finally finished washing up and came out, the two of them lay on the bed, both with expressions of indulgence and satisfaction.
They embraced face to face; it was past midnight.
Mingguang pressed his forehead against Bitao's, restrained himself, and quickly glanced at Bitao's clothes before asking, "Does it hurt?"
The rolling hills were tinged with crimson.
As if struck by a celestial being wielding a sword, the fissures in the mountains revealed flowing crimson lava beneath the earth.
Bitao didn't answer, but instead pressed her nose against Mingguang's and asked, "Is it fun?"
Mingguang: "..."
He didn't know how to answer, after all, if he hadn't met Xiao Taozhi, he would never have known that there were so many ways to play with people.
Even more unbelievable is that someone would teach others how to mess with themselves.
He leaned forward and gently kissed Bitao's lips.
I was afraid she would say something I dared not hear.
Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep tonight.
Bitao nestled in Mingguang's arm, her head pressed against his chin, and said, "You don't have to stay up all night watching over me tonight. My injury is much better. You can just hold me like this. I'm so tired, I probably won't climb on top of you."
Mingguang had already realized that Xiaotaozhi had seen through his previous "lie".
He lowered his head in shame and indignation and began to gnaw on Bitao's scalp.
The two chuckled softly and quickly drifted off into a sweet dream.
The next morning, when Mingguang woke up, Bitao was gone.
Last night, as soon as Mingguang fell asleep, Bitao left.
Instead of returning to her own house, she led a group of people straight out of the city.
Golden light shone from the sky above the spirit boat floating outside Luofan City.
Guanghan opened her eyes. Because Bitao used wood spirit to assist Taiji, Guanghan's injuries were perfectly restored to their original state.
He even felt a soft, comfortable sensation all over his body, as if those injuries and pains had never existed.
Bitao stood by his bedside. Seeing that he had woken up, she handed him a piece of paper without giving him any time to react.
"Look at this. What do you think it is?"
Guanghan spoke, her voice low and hoarse from a long period of dullness: "It is the Xun hexagram set up using mountains and rivers."
“Not bad.” Bitao shook the map of the Immortal Realm and the Mortal Realm of this Star Boundary.
He asked Guanghan, "Take a closer look, what element does this hexagram belong to?"
Guanghan cleared her throat and said, "Wind."
For Guanghan, the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams were as simple as if they were engraved in her mind and were instinctive.
He can blurt it out without even thinking.
Bitao then asked, "The hexagram represents wind. Wind has a direction of coming and going. Where does it come from? Where does it blow?"
"In this diagram, which one represents the direction from which the wind blows, and which one represents the direction from which the wind blows?"
This time, Guanghan paused for a long time, staring intently at the map.
Zhan Kui has recovered his vitality and is now pestering Bi Tao with questions about the "love-hate entanglement" between Dong Jun Ming Guang and Bi Tao.
When Guanghan woke up, she was interrogated by Bitao about divination like a student who had missed class. Zhankui grabbed the map from Bitao's hand and pressed it onto the table in the cabin.
"Oh dear, he's only just been pieced together, his mind isn't even clear yet, and you're already asking him these questions."
"Give him some time to calm down."
“Come, come,” Zhan Kui said, pulling Bi Tao along. “Tell me what’s going on between you two…”
Zhan Kui pulled Bi Tao to another room on the spirit boat.
He pulled Bitao to sit down facing him at the table in the room, urging her, "Quick, quick, tell me how much Dongjun likes you, hahaha!"
Bitao looked at Zhan Kui, whose face was so thin it was barely the size of a palm, and did not answer her question.
Instead, he exposed her, saying, "You have truly fallen in love with Guanghan."
"You feel bad even when I ask him a couple more questions?"
Zhankui: "..."
"You said your ideal was to roam freely in the heavens and the earth, and to roam freely across the five lakes, but you almost died in the mortal world because of him."
Bitao pressed aggressively: "When you transformed into Zhulong, you must have received a portion of the inheritance. You know that once Zhujiuyin's true form dies, it cannot return to heaven and be reborn, right?"
Zhan Kui remained silent, his eyes darting around nervously.
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