Chapter 11 Senior Sister Loves Senior Sister
Just as he was about to be pulled into the coffin, a long sword came from outside the stone gate. The sword shadow cut through the coffin behind him, and Mingyue Yifang was rescued.
A young man in a white robe flew out from the stone gate against the light, landed in front of her, and lifted her chin with the hilt of the long sword in his hand.
"My dear, this is your elder sister?"
Before Mingyueyi passed out, she vaguely heard the familiar gentle voice of a young man, as well as the tone of his voice as he nodded gently.
"Thank you, Daojun. She is my...sister."
He Wujiu was about to pick up the unconscious woman on the ground when he heard this, but before he could touch her, the beautiful young man who had been sitting on the sword suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Master Dao, my sister doesn't like being touched by you."
He Wujiu felt a little strange in his heart. What the young man meant was that he didn't like being touched by him, not that he didn't like being touched by strangers.
The young man fell to the ground from the sword, his long black hair as black as satin hanging down to his ankles, and he walked as if walking on clouds.
Pu Yuemin leaned over and picked up the unconscious woman, a faint smile appearing in his eyes again.
"Now that the monster has been eliminated, we shouldn't stay here for long. We need to get out as soon as possible." He Wujiu reminded.
Pu Yuemin looked at him and smiled kindly: "Okay."
He Wujiu drew his sword and watched the young man holding the woman while sitting on the sword with dignity. The posture of their embrace seemed to have gone beyond the intimacy of an ordinary brother and sister. A subtle sense of strangeness flashed through his heart again.
After coming out of the secret passage, the new grave outside was no longer there.
He Wujiu took the two of them back to Yunzhen Mingfu.
Everyone in the Ming Mansion was grateful to him for rescuing his daughter and treated him generously, wanting to give him a huge gift.
He Wujiu politely declined. After a pause, he said to Patriarch Ming, "I've been separated from my junior brothers and sisters. I wonder if I could stay at your house for a while until I find them."
The head of the Ming family has always been in awe of those who practice cultivation, so he naturally agreed upon hearing this, "Your Majesty, you can stay as long as you want."
"Thank you." After He Wujiu finished speaking to the head of the Ming family, he turned to look at the young man who had been holding the woman beside him.
The young man was extremely handsome, with black hair, fair skin, and a face like the moon, which did not seem like something that could be born from someone with an ordinary appearance like the head of the Ming family.
At first he thought the boy resembled his deceased mother, but when he looked at the girl in his arms again, he saw that she had a different appearance.
The strange feeling in his heart grew again, as if there was something wrong with his memory.
"Master Dao?"
He looked at the young man for a long time, until Pu Yuemin raised his eyes and looked at him in confusion.
"Sorry." He Wujiu turned his head.
Pu Yuemin held Ming Yueyi in his arms without much concern and said to the servant beside him in a gentle voice, "Take me to my sister's yard."
It was strange that he didn't know his sister's residence, but all the servants present seemed to be used to it and walked in front to lead the way for him.
Pu Yuemin followed the servants.
Mingfu is the largest mansion in Yun Town, with rockery, flowing water and shady trees. A young man in red clothes and white robe walks slowly on the arched moon bridge over the canal. The wind blows through his soft black hair, and the red silk in his hair falls on the woman's neck.
The red silk was like a living snake, slowly wrapping around her slender neck.
The boy's steps were a little unsteady, and there were occasional wet marks at the corners of his eyes.
The boudoir's residence is not far away, about a hundred steps away.
The servant said to him, "My dear, this is where my wife lives."
"Okay, I understand." The young man's cheeks were flushed and he nodded to the servant.
The servant raised his head quietly upon hearing the sound, glanced at the young man in front of him, with a hint of obsession in his eyes.
The young man who was about to step into the inner courtyard suddenly turned around, his dark eyes fixed on him, "What are you looking at?"
The servant didn't expect that he not only discovered the peeping, but also took the initiative to talk to him, with a look of joy on his face and opening his mouth to speak to the young master.
Then the next moment, a snake fell from a tree and flew straight into his cavity.
With a scream, the servant's tongue was eaten in the room. The snake then moved into his body, ate all his internal organs, then put on his skin and stood outside the yard again.
The young man who had asked the question had already entered the courtyard, as if the strange scene behind him had nothing to do with him.
Pu Yuemin placed Ming Yueyi in the gray mist curtain and slowly climbed on top of her, the scarlet tongue that could not be restrained leaking out from his lips.
He curved his eyes in pleasure, cupped her sleeping cheeks with both hands, and uncontrollable murmurs continued to flow from his lips.
"Senior sister, senior sister, senior sister..."
A cold mist began to gather in the room, as thick as a dark forest. The mature man's body in the mist turned into a snow-white python. He opened his mouth, swallowed her, and then spat her out.
He loves his senior sister so much that he is reluctant to even eat her.
Mingyueyi, who was lying on the couch, was covered in sticky mucus, which made her breath smell cold and fragrant.
It is very similar to the fragrance on Puyuemin's body.
She tried to force her eyelids open in a daze, but was covered by an icy hand. She heard someone licking her ear and whispering in a panting voice.
"Senior sister, you can't wake up now. You promised to try the fragrance at the inn, and now I want to put it all over your body."
Mingyueyi's already unclear consciousness became even more unclear.
She slept for a very long time, and had the same dream over and over again.
She was entangled by a huge snake.
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There was a soft sound of a window being closed by the wind, breaking the ripples in Mingyueyi's dream and causing her drooping eyelids to suddenly open.
What came into view was the gray mist bed curtains, and a few yellow and blue flowers hung from the top of the bed frame.
Everything is strange.
Just as she opened her eyes and lost herself in thought, a pale, sickly hand reached out from the side, its thin fingertips grasped her cheek, causing her gaze to slowly turn to the side.
Ming Yueyi first smelled the cold fragrance that had been lingering in her dreams, and then saw the young man's gorgeous face close at hand.
"Senior Sister, you're awake." There was a faint smile in his lifeless eyes, like a willow brushing against spring water, bewitching and lingering.
Mingyueyi's eyelashes trembled, and her consciousness returned, and she recognized the person in front of her.
"Puyuemin?"
"Yes, it's me." His eyes curved into crescents, and he was pleased that she recognized him.
Ming Yueyi wanted to sit up, and he reached out and gently helped her up. After leaning against the bed, his eyes fell on him again: "Why is it you?"
She remembered that the last person she saw before closing her eyes should be He Wujiu, how could it be him?
Pu Yuemin sat beside her, his fingertips wrapped in a silk handkerchief slowly wiping the sticky white stains on it. He explained, "We were watching the fox marry outside the shrine earlier. Sister suddenly stood up and walked towards the shrine. I couldn't stop you, so I followed you."
Ming Yueyi: "Were we dragged into this illusion by a monster?"
During her training, she often encountered monsters that could create dreams and illusions. She thought she was now in an illusion.
But the young man shook his head lightly, his thin, pale lips raised in a smile: "No, we are still in reality."
When Mingyueyi heard this, his brows furrowed slightly.
When she fell asleep and woke up, the matchmaker mistook her for a real bride, so she secretly guessed that she had fallen into an illusion woven by a big demon. But now Pu Yuemin said that it was not the case.
"Senior Sister was lured forward, and the moment she sat in the sedan chair, the paper figures on the sedan chair suddenly scattered and fell to the ground and turned into humans. We are now in reality, but the people we meet are not necessarily real." He explained slowly.
Mingyueyi was about to speak when the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from behind him.
She subconsciously looked towards the door.
Pu Yuemin followed her gaze, turned his head and looked outside the door, whispering softly, "Here I come."
The door of the boudoir was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a dark gray brocade robe came quickly from outside. Seeing that she had woken up, anger instantly appeared in his eyes.
"Yue Niang, you have disappointed your father so much. There are monsters rampant outside now, but you ignored your brother's safety and insisted on leaving the house. Do you know that you almost caused Yi'er to be captured by the monster? If it weren't for Daojun who passed by and saved you two, I don't know where to collect your body now." The head of the Ming family scolded her angrily, stroking his raised beard and accusing her.
Ming Yueyi looked at the head of the Ming family, then glanced at the young man sitting next to Duan Fang, and didn't know how to respond for a moment.
She didn't know who the person in front of her was.
Seeing her silence, Patriarch Ming's anger rose even more. He flicked his long sleeves and said, "Since you don't know your fault, I will punish you by confining you to the mansion. I will release you only when you realize your mistake and understand your mistake."
Mingyueyi blinked, what did she do wrong?
Patriarch Ming looked at Pu Yuemin, who was silent beside him, and said, "Yier."
"Hmm?" He responded very slowly.
The head of the Ming family seemed accustomed to this, and looked at the young man with a kind expression: "Daddy has asked someone to find the snow lotus you asked for earlier. Now, do you want to go with Daddy to take a look?"
Such a huge difference in treatment did not make the young man look up. He kept his eyes lowered and stared at the woman leaning on the bed from beginning to end, without even his black eyelashes trembling.
The head of the Ming family waited patiently.
After a while, Pu Yuemin slowly said to Ming Yueyi, "Sister, you've been frightened. Rest well first. I'll come talk to you later."
Mingyueyi didn't quite understand the current situation and nodded.
The young man glanced past her, then stood up and walked towards the head of the Ming family: "Father, let's go."
The head of the Ming family smiled happily, turned around and took him out.
The moment the door closed, the white snake's tail left a long mark on the mouth of the head of the Ming family.
The head of the Ming family stood there in a daze.
The young man stared at him gloomily, raised his finger and kept silent. The huge snake shadow under his feet had ferocious fangs and silently swallowed up the dazed head of the Ming family. It spat out the old skin that was as old as dead grass, and the snake shadow drilled into the skin.
After a while, the head of the Ming family, who had regained his human form, left with the young man with a smile.
inside the house.
Mingyueyi leaned against the bed, thought for a moment, and roughly understood what Pu Yuemin had just said.
She was lost in fantasy.
As Pu Yuemin just said, this is the real world, the difference is that everyone here has wrong memories.
Being able to change people's memories is not something that Xiao Yao can do.
She remembered the boy named Mingyi in the grave.
Suddenly, I felt an itch on my shoulder.
Ming Yueyi lowered her eyes to look at the paper-cut that had been stuck to her shoulder since she left the bridal sedan. She calmly picked it up and examined it intently: "Not dead?"
The paper-cut seemed like a dead object and did not respond to her.
Mingyueyi was not in a hurry. He got up from the bed slowly and walked towards the copper basin placed on the door cover.
Just as I was about to throw the paper-cut into the water, it suddenly made a sharp sound.
"Ahhh, Daojun, don't, don't put me in."
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