Chapter 274 His Prodigal Disciple is Crying
Jiang Xianwan was unable to think at all. She tried to swallow the painful sob that was about to spill from her throat. One arm tightly locked his waist, and she struggled to grab a handful of green grass on the shore.
Her fair fingertips dug deep into the soil, and with the strength of her arms, she dragged Hua Buxiu to the ground.
She was covered in mud and looked extremely disheveled. Her trembling arms gave her the strength to pull herself up, dragging her leaden legs.
But a cold hand grabbed her waist, and she fell heavily back to the ground.
"Master... Ugh!"
His joyful voice was completely muffled.
Jiang Xianwan's red eyes showed some surprise, and the rest of her words disappeared between her lips.
Before he could react, the oxygen that had returned to his mouth was instantly taken away by the person who had suddenly woken up.
In my panic and helplessness, I looked into a pair of eyes that were filled with lust yet empty.
Those eyes burned with chaotic desire, reflecting nothing, repeatedly burning away the barrier of clarity, leaving only ashes.
As she watched, her heart pounded with fear, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Only one desperate and fearful thought filled my mind.
Hua Buxiu was ingested by death energy, lost his mind, suffered a deep wound to his heart, and was also ingested by a severe aphrodisiac, causing his spiritual energy to become chaotic and boiling.
If he doesn't receive timely treatment, he will... die!
Jiang Xianwan's eyes were filled with extreme fear and chaos, and warm tears welled up uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.
She quietly let him grab her wrists and press them over her head, trying to clear her head and find a way to save herself.
She couldn't muster even a trace of spiritual power, and couldn't match Hua Buxiu's strength. Due to the spring tide, the alluring fragrance entwined in her bones was unknowingly added to the fire.
Like cold water poured into a boiling oil pan, their lips barely parted, saliva forced to be exchanged between them.
"Master..."
Jiang Xianwan was terrified that she couldn't come up with a good solution immediately, and hated herself for being useless. She sobbed softly as her lips and tongue entangled.
Whether it was fear that the man in front of her would die, or because he was out of control and did this to his disciple, her whole body became increasingly out of control and began to convulse in pain.
Hua Buxiu seemed to be manipulated; his empty, cold eyes did not fall on her.
Driven by instinct, his slender fingers reached towards her waist and almost violently tore open the blue ribbon.
The moment the air rushed in, she felt like a fish on a chopping board, instinctively struggling but unable to break free of the iron grip on her wrists.
This shows that Hua Buxiu usually goes too easy on them when he beats them up.
In her desperate panic, Jiang Xianwan's thoughts went astray for a moment.
She desperately twisted her waist to try and dodge, but the waistband that had been wrapped three times easily unfurled under a slender hand.
Her breath hitched, her lower abdomen clenched, and she felt like a snapped steel string, struggling even more violently, letting out a hurried sob as she tried to wake him.
However, she was met with an even more horrifying response.
The gradually warming, damp fingers slipped inside the disheveled clothes, the blue garments overlapping, indistinguishable from one another.
When a patch of skin on her waist was covered with a layer of scalding heat, Jiang Xianwan's body stiffened reflexively, and her resistance stopped.
It took me a couple of seconds to realize that, apart from the hand on my waist, there was something through the fabric...
That place was where she had once longed to peer into, a place of intense, pulsating adrenaline.
Her expression went completely blank, and the tears in her eyes stopped for a moment.
The man seemed to lack experience in this area; his eyes turned bloodshot, and relying solely on his raw instincts, his fierce kisses assaulted her relentlessly, leaving her defenseless as he greedily sucked sweet blood from her lips.
She could hear the low, eager swallowing in his throat, and the sound between his legs...
Suddenly, a surge of strength came from nowhere, and without knowing what was going on in her mind, she forcefully pushed him away and rolled off the ground almost frantically.
She was unable to break free. Hua Buxiu pressed down hard on her waist, leaned over her, and his hot breath hit her face.
Jiang Xianwan's pupils contracted, her eyes suddenly widening in disbelief. When she fell back, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, and for a long time, the sobs she uttered were muffled and broken.
The man in front of her seemed dissatisfied with the thin fabric covering her clothes, which blocked her way.
And because of the almost cloyingly sweet voice in her ear, she lost her senses and her breathing became increasingly rapid.
Almost with a hint of pain, his thin lips found hers and kissed her uncontrollably.
Jiang Xianwan suddenly lost all her strength.
As his wandering hand left a delicate finger mark on her snow-white skin, a surge of emotion, both intense and awkward, was transmitted to her. The strong reaction of her springtime drove her to wrap her arms around his neck and respond in kind.
It's over.
Hua Buxiu has gone mad.
She's gone mad too.
They, master and apprentice, are doomed!
Jiang Xianwan tried her best not to make a sound, but she still couldn't hold back. Tears streamed down her face silently as she sobbed, making choked and indistinct cries.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around his shoulders and neck.
She knew all too well what could Di Yin and Yun Weize do even if they arrived in time.
Given the seemingly incurable aphrodisiac in his body, if he cannot engage in dual cultivation in time, he will soon face certain death.
Can.
If Hua Buxiu were to engage in dual cultivation with someone, he should go find other women...
For some reason, the moment this thought arose, I realized that there would be one more person by Hua Buxiu's side.
She found it unbearable.
The way the arms wrapped around his neck was a tightening and force that she herself didn't even realize.
But I'm also afraid he'll die.
I can't imagine what it would be like without Hua Buxiu...
Another thought began to subtly arise in my mind.
This made her even more afraid.
She was afraid that Hua Buxiu would abandon her in the future.
Jiang Xianwan's eyes suddenly burst into tears as she resented herself for being selfish even at a time like this.
As if driven to the brink, she cried so hard her shoulders and neck trembled, like a young animal being bullied, and once the sound came out, she couldn't stop.
The man, who was marching forward with great enthusiasm and eager to explore, seemed to have been suddenly struck by a heavy blow and froze.
Bitter tears welled up between his lips, a bitterness that made his heart ache, and he almost collapsed in an instant.
Slowly lifting his eyelashes, tears streamed down his pale lips and thin chin, each drop landing on her cheek, mingling with her tears and rolling into the dirty soil.
He struggled to utter two indistinct words, each one brimming with endless bitterness.
"Late...late..."
The cry, like a clear sword light, like snow water, pierced his heart and lungs, freezing into a layer of frost.
Hua Buxiu could barely make out a beautiful face covered in tears, and struggled desperately to squeeze out a sliver of clarity.
By the dim moonlight, he could see his apprentice, who was firmly trapped beneath him, looking like a pitiful little beast.
His unfocused gaze fell upon her red-rimmed eyes, her disheveled clothes, and the clear finger marks on her skin. His eyes narrowed abruptly, and the desire in his eyes was gradually replaced by the pain of self-reproach.
He actually forced his own disciple, Jiang Xianwan, to do such a despicable thing that was unworthy of being a teacher, even though Jiang Xianwan was unwilling!
Hua Buxiu felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his eyes exploded with a thick cloud of blood mist.
His hand, which instinctively wanted to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, froze in front of her, trembling. With all his might, he gathered her dress, straightened his back, and stepped aside.
He managed to squeeze out a single, indistinct word from his throat.
"Walk!"
Jiang Xianwan couldn't leave. She grabbed his wrist with her other hand, her voice choked with emotion, and asked urgently, "Master! Your jade slip!"
Hua Buxiu desperately suppressed his drowsiness, which was about to vanish again, and reached out to touch his waist.
The mustard seed sac has long since disappeared.
"Go now!" he shouted.
His eyes were thick and bloodshot, and his cheeks were covered with dark spiderweb-like patterns, resembling mottled bloodstains.
Upon smelling that alluring fragrance, he abruptly shook off Jiang Xianwan's hand, staggered to his feet, and flew away.
Hua Buxiu felt like he wanted to kill himself. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with tears of self-reproach, which streamed down his chin.
Yet, it was a bittersweet feeling of helplessness, unknown to others.
He frightened his wicked disciple.
His wicked disciple is crying.
A cry I'd never heard before.
He cried so hard his soul felt like it was being torn apart.
He didn't know why he was distracted, or when death energy invaded his body, or when he was poisoned by aphrodisiacs, or when he encountered Lin Qingran fighting with strange beasts and seemingly in danger.
Just as my fingertips were about to touch that face that looked both panicked and bewildered, I suddenly regained a shred of reason.
With a flick of his wrist, he struck her unconscious with a single blow, leaving her no room for error.
What happened after that is completely unknown.
All he knows now is that his disciple has no spiritual power and is left there alone.
Will we be able to wait until Di Yin and Yun Weize bring her back safely?
But he could only abandon her, leave her alone, her eyes red and wet.
They can't even coax or admit their mistakes.
Hua Buxiu never knew she could shed tears in such a state of disarray. She plunged her fingertips into the wound in her chest and twisted it forcefully, causing blood to drip down her clothes.
Only one voice in his mind urged him to go as far as possible.
He didn't want his wayward disciple to cry.
Those beautiful eyes shouldn't look like that.
Hua Buxiu suddenly burst into laughter and tears, but the brief sob was choked up in his throat.
Perhaps, it's a feeling that no one had time to know.
Perhaps, it's resentment.
Perhaps it was the lingering sound of crying in my ears.
With the last vestige of clarity in his mind, he flashed and disappeared into the dense forest.
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