Chapter 28028 I Don’t Want to
Chapter 28
Kong Fan closed his eyes, calmly withdrew from himself, his heart as still as water, and truly regarded himself as something to detoxify her.
Yingji held his face in her hands, examining his flawless, compassionate features closely. She gently kissed his lips again and again, pressing them against his, gently rubbing them, imprinting her scent on them and stealing the warmth from them, bit by bit, for herself.
She pushed Kong Fan down and fell into his arms. Her kiss moved from his lips to his ear. She gently held Kong Fan's thin earlobe and whispered, "Touch me? Kong Fan, you really don't want to hug me?"
She took Kong Fan's hand, held it, and used his long fingers to pick at her belt, tearing off her clothes. She took Kong Fan's hand again, feeling her heartbeat through their softness. She leaned into Kong Fan's arms and whispered softly, "Does it sound good?"
Kongfan did not answer, nor did he respond.
Yingji's eyes curled slightly, a charming smile playing on her lips. She gently flicked Kongfan's Adam's apple with her raised index finger. She leaned over him and whispered in his ear, "It's okay if you ignore me. Just the fact that your body is responding is enough."
Kong Fan's Adam's apple moved slightly.
Yingji saw it and lowered her head to give him a gentle kiss.
"Aying! Aying! Aying——"
Kou Yuze's voice suddenly came from outside.
Ying Ji, who was concentrating, was suddenly startled by the cry. She shrank back and pressed closer to Kong Fan.
Kong Fan frowned and cast a spell. A golden barrier formed, isolating the small room from the outside world, even silencing all sounds from outside. In the silence, only Ying Ji's heavy breathing could be heard.
Yingji lowered her brows and looked down at Kongfan for a moment. She cupped his face, closed her eyes again, and kissed Kongfan, indulging all her desires. It wasn't just the poison, it was also her own will.
There was no wind, but the bed curtains suddenly fell and gradually closed, covering the two flawless bodies entangled in the bed.
The bed curtain was embroidered with a picture of mountains and rivers in silver thread, with white mountains swaying and moonlight pouring down.
Reason and instinct clash as Kong Fan tries to stabilize the chaotic spiritual energy within him. He keeps his eyes closed, teeth clenched, and silently recites the scriptures over and over again. As the spiritual energy flows into Yingji's body, another ten years of spiritual energy flows away madly, uncontrollably.
After a long time, Kong Fan heard the sound of soft sobbing. He opened his eyes for the first time and saw Ying Ji's black hair lying on him, and her snow-white shoulders peeking out from between the black hair.
He raised his hand to pull the quilt beside him and covered Yingji with it.
Yingji raised her eyes in his arms, her wet eyes half smiling: "So it was me who covered the quilt. I thought Kongfan was really willing to hug me."
Kong Fan looked into Ying Ji's eyes and asked in confusion, "Why are you crying?"
Yingji wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips. She pressed her body against Kongfan and slowly moved upward until she was eye-level with him. She looked down at Kongfan and asked, "Kongfan, have you ever cried?"
Kongfan did not answer.
Yingji smiled softly, "Tears don't just come from sadness or joy, they can also simply be...feeling good."
Kong Fan was stunned for a moment, then sighed helplessly and said, "You...if you feel better, go down."
"I won't." Yingji hooked her arms around Kongfan's neck and hugged him tightly. She kissed his neck like a little girl, clinging to him.
Kong Fan was unwilling to touch or push her, so he used his spiritual power to send her away. Ying Ji fell to the inside of the bed, looking at Kong Fan with resentment.
Kong Fan had already stood up, picking up his scattered monk's robes and putting them on one by one. The wrinkles on the robes seemed to be evidence of his transgression. He reached out and wiped away all traces, stood up, and endured the sudden dizziness. He looked at Ying Ji, hesitated for a moment, and said gently, "I will be in seclusion for seven days. Don't leave me too far."
He must enter a state of meditation as soon as possible to adjust the spiritual power in his body and make up for the lost spiritual power.
Kong Fan turned and walked to the next room. With a wave of his hand, he lifted the barrier of this room. For a moment, Ying Ji seemed to have left the silent space, and the sounds of wind and insects outside suddenly reappeared.
Yingji watched Kongfan's retreating figure, pulled the quilt over herself, and slowly fell asleep. The bed still lingered with the faint scent of ancient sandalwood left by him, and a kind of inexplicable warmth.
When she woke up, it was already evening.
Yingji put on her clothes, stood up and walked out of the room. She saw Kou Yuze lying under the sycamore tree in the yard. He was lying on the stone table, seemingly asleep.
She walked towards Kou Yuze, but before she reached him, he woke up. He looked up and saw Yingji, immediately stood up, and rushed to her. "How are you? Are your injuries serious? When I rushed over, I saw that this place was blocked. I guessed that Kong Fan had cast a barrier to focus on healing you, so I didn't dare to disturb you. How are you feeling now?"
Ying Ji nodded gently, "Yes, Kong Fan treated my injuries. My injuries are almost healed now. I didn't know you were waiting outside, so I took a nap."
"It's okay, it's okay. As long as you're fine!" Kou Yuze breathed a sigh of relief.
Ying Ji looked at Kou Yuze's concerned expression, with a smile on her face and gratitude in her eyes, but her heart was actually cold and she was not touched at all.
"By the way, this was found by the Crown Prince of Lingyu Kingdom. I wanted to send someone to deliver it to you, but I happened to be coming over, so he asked me to bring it to you." Kou Yuze said.
Ying Ji looked at the Qiankun Bag that Kou Yuze handed over and finally smiled from the bottom of her heart. She took it with both hands and smiled softly, "Thank you very much, and thank you, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Lingyu Kingdom."
She couldn't wait to go back and check the contents of the Qiankun bag, and said to Kou Yuze, "I feel a little tired, so I won't say any more."
"Okay, okay." Kou Yuze said hurriedly, "Go back and have a good rest. I'll come talk to you again after you've rested well."
Yingji smiled faintly, said goodbye to Kou Yuze, and turned back.
Yingji returned to the house and immediately checked the contents of the Qiankun bag one by one, especially the jade coffin containing the hibiscus. Seeing that everything was fine, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But she had used up all her talisman paper and spirit-collecting pens.
This made her feel a pang of pain. It seemed she would have to work hard to research more poison weapons and sell them for money.
Her Qiankun bag contained a large amount of poison-making materials. Yingji immediately took out the ingredients, set up a pot, and began to boil the poison.
It takes a long time to boil the medicine. Yingji sits beside the medicine pot, flipping through a tattered ancient book.
She deeply understood one truth - the best way to protect herself is to get rid of the enemy first.
Venerable Di Fu would not let her go just like that, and she could not rely on Kong Fan for help forever.
Killing intent flashed in her eyes.
Killing a venerable? This was something that no spiritual cultivator born in the past thousand years would dare to think about, let alone a mortal like Yingji.
But she insisted.
Let’s settle all the new and old grudges.
Yingji took out the wooden box filled with jade coffins and felt the trembling of the demon spirits inside as they tried to break free.
Although the nine items for refining monsters have not been collected yet, Yingji decided to refine monsters in advance and try refining a small monster first.
The danger made her eager to eliminate Venerable Di Fu first. Her life was short, and she couldn't waste any time. She had to seize the moment to do what she wanted to do, so that she would have no regrets in this short life.
In the next few days, Yingji made poison while preparing for refining the monster.
On the fifth day of Kong Fan's retreat, Ying Ji stretched out her body out of exhaustion from making poison. She lazily got up and walked to Kong Fan's room next door to see him.
He sat upright for several days, like a blue lotus out of the world.
Yingji walked towards him, squatted in front of him, and looked at Kongfan curiously. Kongfan was different from everyone she had ever met. He was so kind that it seemed unreal.
Often, Yingji couldn't believe Kongfan truly had only good thoughts in his heart, free of distractions and darkness. Everyone has emotions, but can becoming a monk eliminate all the baseness? Is this just a facade? Pretending to be devoid of secrets, only selflessness?
Yingji studied Kongfan for a long time. She looked at his tightly pursed lips, then slowly leaned over and, as if possessed by a mysterious force, kissed him, with a hint of teasing.
Kong Fan suddenly opened his eyes.
Yingji was startled and fell back.
Kong Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, his breathing became disordered, and the spiritual power in his body began to fluctuate violently.
Ying Ji was stunned, realizing that her actions had disrupted his practice! She panicked and wanted to apologize, but Kong Fan looked over and spoke first.
He asked, "Are you in danger?"
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