Chapter 58058 Forced Kiss
Chapter 58
Jianfeng woke up and sighed weakly, "Fortunately, I escaped another disaster..."
"Aying, help me up!" Jianfeng said suddenly.
"You're already in this state, what else do you want to do?" Yingji walked over with disdain and helped him up. As she reached out to help him, Yingji was surprised to find that his body was light and almost weightless.
Jianfeng stood up, bowed solemnly to Kongfan, and said sincerely, "Thank you, Abbot, for saving me."
Kong Fan glanced at Ying Ji's hand that was supporting Jian Feng, and he said calmly, "Put on your clothes."
Jian Feng laughed and said, "I'm not a living person, I don't know what cold is!"
Kong Fan gently twisted the Buddhist beads in his palm, one by one. After a long pause, he spoke again: "Can we leave now?"
Jianfeng shook his head, looking down at his body. He explained, "I won't die if I hurry, but the Invisibility Powder won't work in this state. I'm bound to be caught by those bastards when I pass through the Ghost Market."
Ying Ji said, "Kong Fan, let's find a place to stay nearby and rest for three to five days before leaving."
So the four of them stopped nearby. Kong Fan chose an open area and lightly tapped his hand, revealing a simple courtyard.
Yingji helped Jianfeng into the cabin and helped him lie down on the bed. She asked, "Do you need anything to heal your wounds?"
Jianfeng lay on the bed, rolled his eyes, turned his head to look at Yingji, and said, "Porridge! I want to drink porridge!"
Yingji folded her arms and sneered, "Porridge? Why would a dead person drink porridge?"
"I just want to drink porridge! Well... I am dead, but I wasn't born dead!" Jian Feng sighed softly, "It's better to be a human..."
"Enough. Stop nagging." Yingji turned and walked out of the room, heading straight for the small kitchen in the courtyard.
She needed food to fill her stomach, so she always kept some food in her Qiankun bag. Although she usually ate mostly dry food and water, she also kept some grains in her Qiankun bag.
Yingji took out a bag of grains from her Qiankun bag, washed them and put them into the pot to cook.
Across the window, Kong Fan stood in the courtyard, watching Ying Ji's busy figure with her eyes lowered.
He closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, but all the noises in the small kitchen could float into his ears.
Soon, Kong Fan heard Ying Ji walk out of the small kitchen. Hearing her footsteps out of the courtyard, Kong Fan suddenly stopped chanting, opened his eyes, and asked, "Where are you going?"
Yingji turned around and looked at Kongfan in surprise.
Every evening, Kong Fan would recite the sutras, never stopping because of external things. In the past, even if Ying Ji needed to find him for something, she would quietly wait by his side during his evening classes.
This was the first time Yingji saw him stop chanting for no apparent reason.
Ying Ji smiled and said, "Hao Qingyuan has many poisons and spiritual medicines. I want to try my luck and see if I can find some spiritual herbs that can be used to heal my wounds."
Kong Fan turned his back to Ying Ji and listened to her explanation. He lowered his eyes and looked at the Buddhist beads in his palm.
Yingji waited for a while, but didn't get any answer from Kongfan, so she thought he started chanting again and turned to walk out.
A gust of wind blew fiercely, blowing the hem of Kongfan's snow-white monk's robe and making the Buddhist beads in his palm sway.
Kong Fan stood up and followed Ying Ji's breath.
——Hao Qingyuan was in danger, and he was worried about her being alone. Even if she was going to find healing herbs for another man.
Kong Fan found Ying Ji, but did not go forward. Instead, he followed her silently.
Yingji searched for a while and found some healing herbs. She carefully approached with her scimitar, making sure there was no danger before cutting the herbs.
She looked at the cut spiritual herbs with a charming look in her eyes.
Kong Fan stood in the distance, staring at the smile on her face, and couldn't help but clench his Buddhist beads.
Yingji returned to the courtyard and saw Kongfan still standing in the same place as before, chanting scriptures with his eyes closed.
Not wanting to disturb his chanting, Yingji walked past him softly, tiptoeing to the kitchen. She added the spiritual herbs she had picked to the soft, glutinous, sweet porridge and brought it to Jianfeng.
Kong Fan opened his eyes and looked at the room where Jian Feng was resting.
Although the wall blocked his view, he could still easily see through it and see what was happening inside the house.
Yingji helped Jianfeng up and fed him porridge mouthful by mouthful with a spoon.
Jianfeng squinted his eyes and smiled, and said something that made Yingji laugh too.
Kong Fan could have heard the conversation in the room, but looking at the warm scene between the two people, no sound could reach his ears.
The image of Yingji every time the poison took effect gradually began to appear in his mind. He didn't dare to think about it any further, didn't dare to imagine her being so tender and affectionate towards another person.
Kong Fan suddenly stood up and strode into Jian Feng's room.
The two people in the room turned to look at him at the same time.
Kong Fan walked slowly towards the bed and said calmly, "Yingji, go and rest. I'll heal him."
Yingji immediately stood up and said with a smile, "It's great to have you helping him!"
She put the porridge aside and walked out briskly.
Jianfeng slowly sat up, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at Kongfan. He asked, "Thank you, Abbot! But is this draining too much of your spiritual energy?"
Kong Fan looked at him steadily.
Such a gaze made Jianfeng a little confused.
Kong Fan withdrew his gaze, picked up an empty cup on the table, and quickly used his spiritual power to cut his palm, letting the blood flow into the cup. After filling half the cup with blood, he handed the cup to Jian Feng.
"Drink it."
Jianfeng took it with both hands, drank it carefully with gratitude, and finished it all without leaving a drop.
He put down the cup and wanted to thank him again, but saw Kong Fan had turned and walked out.
Kong Fan had just walked out of the room when Ying Ji called him.
The window of Yingji's room was open. She was untying her long hair and gathering it in front of her body, combing it with a comb.
She put down the comb, ran out of the room quickly, grabbed Kong Fan's blood-stained hand, frowned and said, "When others were injured, you could leave them without a single scar. Why don't you deal with it yourself?"
Yingji pulled Kongfan into the room, poured clean water into the washbasin at the door, and took Kongfan's hand to help him wash away the blood stains on his hands.
She lowered her head, her long black hair hanging down, and continued to mutter, "The two cuts haven't been treated yet."
Considering that Kong Fan has lost a lot of spiritual energy now, and he spent it to save people today, he is probably reluctant to waste his spiritual energy on his own minor injury?
Guessing this, Yingji's eyes dimmed.
"Wait a minute." Yingji pulled a cotton towel from the shelf and handed it to Kongfan to wipe his hands. She turned and quickly walked to the table to grab the scissors. She lowered her head and took out the medicine and gauze from her Qiankun bag.
Kong Fan slowly wiped the water marks on his hands while his eyes were fixed on the back of Yingji's neck.
Soft black hair brushed against her neck and fell in front of her. Kong Fan looked at her slender white neck and suddenly wanted to know if Jian Feng had ever kissed there.
Her long black hair covered her neck during the day, so it must have escaped the disaster, right? He desperately wanted to find the place on her body that belonged to him.
Kong Fan walked silently behind Ying Ji.
Yingji was completely unaware. She turned around with the medicine in hand and nearly bumped into Kongfan. She froze for a moment and instinctively stepped back. Behind her was the square table, leaving no room for retreat.
Ying Ji looked at Kong Fan's expression and smiled with her eyes curved: "You scared me."
"I think so." Kong Fan hesitated for a moment, then took another half step forward, almost touching Ying Ji. He grasped Ying Ji's slender waist with his hands and slowly leaned over.
When his kiss was about to fall, Yingji turned her face away.
Feeling the warmth of his palm on her waist, Yingji ruthlessly pushed his hand away. She turned her face and smiled softly at him, then shook her head gently: "No."
Kong Fan stared at Ying Ji, his usually clear eyes now tainted with impurities.
Yingji didn't want to hurt him anymore. She sighed softly, climbed onto Kongfan's shoulders, leaned forward, and gently kissed his lips.
A light kiss that goes away instantly.
She smiled charmingly: "You can only kiss like this, you can't do anything else."
Kong Fan stared at her, slowly moved closer, and as she demonstrated, he obediently touched her lips lightly.
The contact was instantaneous and he stepped back.
Yingji nodded: "Yes, that's it..."
Kong Fan suddenly stepped forward and kissed him like a gust of wind, fierce and powerful.
Yingji was stunned and pushed quickly and hard.
"No, no!" Yingji refused.
Why can't I do it anymore? Is it because I'm with someone else that I can't do it anymore? Her struggle only intensified Kong Fan's control. He grasped Yingji's waist and held her on the table. Before he stopped kissing her, he reached under her skirt to pull at the obstruction.
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