Chapter 238 Extremely Spicy
Given her personality, if the system had a way, Lin Qingran would definitely not miss this opportunity to showcase her abilities, gain public favor, and become famous.
If there was no other way, Hua Buxiu could still leisurely act childishly with her, probably because he had a way to help this disciple remove the death aura.
Hua Buxiu's lips curled up slightly as he raised his hand and pressed her head down, "As expected of a wicked disciple."
He inexplicably curled his lips again, "Waiting for her isn't necessary."
It's more likely to be a case of waiting for a wicked disciple.
He could indeed find a way to remove the death energy without damaging the disciple's foundation as much as possible.
It just requires a huge amount of spiritual energy, and may also require some cultivation.
It's alright that there's only one right now, but if more disciples or elders were controlled by the death aura, even if he were the invincible Phoenix Sword Master, he wouldn't have the ability to save them.
Then we should try to get the evil entity behind Lin Qingran to do something.
If the damage to the Spirit Tower is indeed related to Lin Qingran, he wants to see just how daring these two will be in the face of the current state of the Void Ancient Realm.
If we're going to play it all out, then we'll all play it all out together. Lin Qingran should be at the forefront of the charge.
The two, master and disciple, knew perfectly well what kind of evil scheme the other was plotting without needing to say a word.
Jiang Xianwan praised Buddha Ru, saying, "Master, you are still too authoritative."
"As your teacher, I think your unworthy disciple is no better than me." Hua Buxiu said with a half-smile, his beauty captivating.
Jiang Xianwan, however, keenly sensed a dangerous signal.
really.
The beautiful woman has returned to the starting point, fully demonstrating her pettiness.
"Jiang Xianwan, it seems our score isn't settled yet?"
He emphasized the last word slightly, his gentle voice carrying a contradictory tone that suggested he was peeling someone's skin off and twisting their head.
It gives the impression that the main dish has been heated in the pot for a while, and is finally served steaming hot.
Jiang Xianwan skillfully tightened the skin.
He looked puzzled and feigned surprise.
"Huh? It's not over yet? Master, you're not going to talk about those spirit stones you stole from your disciple next, are you?"
It really is.
Couldn't he be a little more magnanimous?
Hua Buxiu smiled slowly.
His slender figure bent low, the fabric of his clothes making a soft rustling sound with each movement, carrying a sense of oppressive power, like a jade mountain collapsing.
Their lips drew closer.
Step by step, the distance was precisely controlled to the millimeter, and the cool, calm scent of his body, like the light fragrance of bamboo shoots after the rain, silently penetrated deep into her ear.
What I said... was even more presumptuous.
"Does the Demon Queen need these spirit stones from me?"
Demon Queen Jiang Xianwan: "..."
I told you, Fei Ling's sharp tongue was so irresponsible, all the boomerangs hit her right in the head.
But then, Hua Buxiu's extremely light and slow breath crept up her ear and into her heart, "Why is the Demon Queen not wearing a red dress today?"
Jiang Xianwan: "..." Don't you have any self-awareness that I'm not wearing red?
Even if I wanted to, would I dare?
If she dared to come over dressed in red, wouldn't he immediately twist her leg?
The funeral had to be arranged on the spot without stopping!
Honestly, this calculation greatly boosted her immunity.
but.
If we absolutely must continue calculating...
Well, that's settled.
Jiang Xianwan gave a polite smile, slowly hooking the blue ribbon hanging down his neck and gently wrapping it around her fair fingertips.
She tilted her head slightly, her lips brushing against his ear, and her fingertips gently touched his heart.
Then, inch by inch, it defied all conventions and continued downwards.
"The Demon Queen doesn't wear red, doesn't Master know that?"
Her fingertips paused on the hard waist and abdomen beneath the blue dress, and the end of her hair ribbon gently came off.
Suddenly, she took a half step back and looked the young man in blue robes and black hair up and down, as if admiring a begonia sleeping in the spring night.
"Master, someone told you that when you wear a blue robe, you really look..."
She paused deliberately, and it was obvious that what she was about to say wasn't anything nice.
As Hua Buxiu's butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered incessantly, he tilted his head and smiled, "Seriously, extremely spicy."
The flower beauty is indeed extremely hot.
Whether it's her cool yet alluring appearance, elegant yet bewitching, or the restrained yet sensual lines beneath her ethereal blue robes.
Half like a banished immortal, half like a demon.
Not only did she admire him, but she also wanted to drag him into the mundane world.
Look at how utterly corrupt and disorderly he is in bed.
Hua Buxiu: "..."
Extremely spicy.
When had the Phoenix Sword Master ever heard such unrestrained and vulgar language?
His expression went blank for a moment, and he stiffened for a brief instant.
Almost frantically, he raised his hand to cover his disciple's lower eyes.
His ears suddenly turned red, and when he saw his wicked disciple suppressing a wicked smile, his hand was pressed against his palm, trembling wildly. His mind went blank, and his eyes also reddened.
"You wicked disciple," he muttered under his breath.
Unseen by the wicked disciple, his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.
His gaze, involuntarily drawn, fell upon the wicked disciple before him.
Jiang Xianwan wore a soft and light blue silk dress, the hem of which was tightly bound, revealing only a section of her crystal-clear white neck. Her waterfall-like black hair cascaded down to her hips with the hair ribbon, and her waist was so slender that it could be grasped in one hand.
A pair of slender, long legs were hidden under her dress. As she walked, the hem of her dress swayed slightly, revealing her graceful lines.
The small patch of skin that was only exposed was like the finest gauze, smooth and delicate, with a rosy glow.
But it's not just that.
More like delicate petals wet with dew, faintly radiating a moonlit glow, their whiteness surpassing even the weight of snow.
A fleeting glimpse, and I was instantly captivated and lost in a daze.
As if drawn by a spell, Hua Buxiu couldn't help but look at his green robe again.
The fabrics were identical, swaying and rubbing together gently as the wind blew in through the window.
Two ribbons hanging from her waist resembled two playful green butterflies.
At first glance, it seems to have a rather intimate and affectionate feel to it.
He was so engrossed in watching that he didn't notice the passage of time until Jiang Xianwan quieted down.
A suffocating and sticky ambiguity gradually filled the air, fermenting like unraveling silk, tightly binding and strangling people.
Those two soft eyelashes gently brushed against his palm, and Hua Buxiu's heart trembled, and he suddenly came back to his senses.
His dazed gaze fell on her slender neck, which seemed to be covered with a glossy rouge. Her prominent Adam's apple bobbed rapidly, and her suppressed breathing suddenly became disordered.
Out of the corner of his eye, he touched those two full, red lips, and a sweet lychee fragrance filled his mouth.
His body recalled the feeling of her kiss before he could react.
The lips were soft and warm, and seemed to melt as soon as they touched my lips.
He could almost imagine that if he were to swirl it up, it would be unbelievably sweet...
Hua Buxiu lowered his eyes in a disheveled state.
He could even feel his own hands trembling. Jiang Xianwan's eyelashes were like two beautiful, soft feathers, which he brushed and tugged at.
He took a few quick, silent breaths, forcefully ignoring the sudden surge of chaotic emotions and the lingering heat in his abdomen that felt inexplicably burning.
It seems that all the self-control I've ever had in my life was unleashed in this moment.
He lowered his fingers, concealing them within his sleeve, appearing nonchalant, but in reality, he quickly averted his gaze.
Jiang Xianwan's vision suddenly cleared, and the warmth of his palm made her eyes a little blurry. She blinked a few times, then slowly tilted her head to examine the beautiful woman's face, which was considered outrageous by both gods and men.
It has to be said that the sight of the flower-beautiful woman's ears turning red was truly novel to her.
After all, in her mind, the beautiful woman was like a destructive husky or a beagle, who liked to destroy houses, people, and everything in between.
This is quite consistent with his awe-inspiring character profile.
It was rare to see the beautiful woman show such a cute yet pitiful look, and Jiang Xianwan watched with great interest, feeling a tickle in his heart.
With his hands behind his back, he leaned forward slightly and cheekily moved closer.
"Master, why are the tips of your ears red?"
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