Chapter 20 Tail (Includes v-Announcement) It really... makes him feel...
He Wujiu's face was calm. "For now, I need to keep the fact that Junior Sister's cultivation has regressed a secret from her. I will slowly repair her spiritual roots. As for her missing heart..."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "There will always be a way."
Ming Yueyi hung his head dejectedly, "Thank you for your concern, brothers."
He Wujiu said: "It's nothing, after all, you are like this because of me."
Mingyueyi leaned his head against the pillow and shook his head in frustration.
He Wujiu saw that she was depressed, so he said to Li Changming: "Junior sister has just woken up, and her physical condition has not yet recovered. Let her rest first."
Li Changming stood up and said, "Junior sister, I'll come see you later."
"Okay." Mingyueyi gave the two of them a forced, pale smile.
When the room returned to peace, the wind chimes hanging on the window were blown by the wind, making clear and ethereal sounds.
Ming Yueyi was sitting on the couch, the fragility in her eyes was like the moon in the water that would be broken by a touch, and her drooping eyelids blocked the indifference in her eyes.
So was He Wujiu like this at the beginning?
His spiritual roots were destroyed, so how did his hollowed-out heart return to his body?
But He Wujiu was able to regain his heart, and she still had half a heart, so she should be able to do anything.
Mingyueyi struggled to stand up, leaned against the head of the bed, pursed her lips and pondered what to do next, because it wouldn't be long before she would be sacrificed to the sword.
She had to improve her cultivation as quickly as possible, at least to a level higher than He Wujiu before being sacrificed with the sword.
Sitting on a wooden stool, he frowned and pondered how to wake Shang'er.
I tried many methods but couldn't connect with Shang'er.
Mingyueyi lay back on the couch in disappointment, stroking her twitching eyelids.
It’s impossible that the vajra will become useless if it falls into her hands.
She was thinking in her mind if there was any other way. The trembling feeling on her eyelids unconsciously spread to her empty heart. The place where the snake sword was placed seemed to have a brand new heart, beating non-stop.
Once, twice, three times, it beat strangely faster and faster, and the faster it beat, the hotter it became, so hot that she couldn't bear it all over.
Mingyueyi curled up his limbs, panting lightly and squinting his eyes. He didn't know what had happened, and his body became inexplicably strange.
As she felt the heat all over her body become unbearable, her consciousness gradually became blurred.
Before they knew it, moonlight enveloped the upturned eaves and bright light streamed in from the window. The woman on the couch was sleeping so soundly that she didn't notice anything moving under the covers.
The tip of a thick, long, snow-white snake's tail was vaguely hanging from the edge of the couch.
The curve between the quilts grew larger and larger, as if there was a person hidden inside.
Until the face of a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old crawled out from inside.
“Senior Sister…”
The boy's cheeks were flushed with a sickly red from excessive fever. He leaned on Mingyueyi's shoulder, his cold body wrapped around her, his expression blurred and his eyes narrowed. White snake scales were faintly visible under his eyelids. He was so beautiful that he looked enchanting.
Mingyueyi, who was entangled, couldn't breathe and subconsciously opened her lips to breathe in her dream.
In the hazy night, he stared straight at her slightly parted lips, his pupils suddenly turned into a scarlet line, and he couldn't help but stretch out his tongue to touch the tip of her exposed crystal tongue.
"It's so cold..." Mingyueyi murmured with a light breath.
It was this cold thing again that licked freely on my lips, so smooth and greasy.
Is that monster coming again?
She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds and she couldn't open them no matter what she did. Her body felt heavier and tighter.
I'm almost suffocated.
She had difficulty breathing and could only breathe deeply with her lips open.
And the thing in the lips began to hiss in pleasure, as if it was going crazy with excitement.
"Senior sister... Senior sister, it's almost here. I'm waiting for you. I've been waiting for you."
What is coming soon, and what has been waiting for her?
Mingyueyi was horrified by the perverted moans on his face. He wished he could open his eyes and kill the sticky monster on his body directly.
The snake's tongue licked her so hard that her saliva flowed all over her body and she was gasping for breath. What was even more terrifying was that her heart was beating wildly.
Thump, thump... her heart seemed to be beating out of her chest, and her whole body was hot due to the rapid heartbeat.
I want to be wrapped tighter, tighter.
Mingyueyi finally opened her eyes from the nightmare, sat up panting, crystal tears fell from her long eyelashes onto the back of her hand, and her body's perception gradually returned.
She blinked and looked outside blankly.
It's already dawn outside the window.
"Master Dao, Master Dao!"
Just as she was losing consciousness, Shang'er's voice was heard in her soul.
Ming Yueyi came back to his senses, and the emotions in his eyes were swept away. He took out the Vajra Pestle from his storage bag, which had been dull until then. "Shang'er?"
The vajra emits a faint light.
"Daojun, it's me." Shang'er bent down briskly, and suddenly realized that something was wrong with her body: "Hey, I just took a nap, how did you become like this?"
Ming Yueyi said calmly, "My heart, which was gouged out by the fox demon, is missing a piece. My spiritual roots are damaged, and my cultivation has regressed to the point of being useless."
"No, Daojun, your cultivation has not regressed, and your spiritual roots are not damaged. It's just that I have special abilities and can hide my realm so others can't see it." So what Shang'er was surprised about was not something that could be seen at a glance, but something else.
"But you can't use your cultivation now. It's indeed because you're missing your heart. But don't worry, Daojun. I can fill in the missing piece for the time being, but..."
"But what?" Mingyueyi's black eyes were bright.
She knew that He Wujiu must have had a way to make up for the missing heart. The reason was that he could also hide his cultivation level so that even He Wujiu couldn't see it. This was more useful than the magic hairpin she had used to hide her cultivation level before.
How could she not be happy when she was suddenly hit by a treasure after falling to the bottom?
Shang'er said, "The sword in your heart is melting into your heart. If it's not yours, you need to take it out as soon as possible. Once the sword merges with your heart, it will be difficult to fill the missing piece in the future."
Mingyueyi was startled when he heard this and raised his hand to touch his chest.
This sword is Pu Yuemin's natal sword, which carries his enviable talent. When it is integrated with her spiritual roots, she will also gain the corresponding talent. However, thinking about what happened last night, she decided to take out the sword first and replace it with the vajra.
Ming Yueyi said, "I can't use my cultivation right now. Can you help me get it out?"
"Can."
After Shang'er agreed, she flew above her head. Golden light sprinkled on her body, and Mingyueyi felt cool and comfortable all over.
However, the comfort did not last long, as traces of pain began to spread from the heart like broken ice.
Her face was pale as she gritted her teeth, curled up on the mattress, and cold sweat covered her body.
About a few minutes later.
The light on Shang'er's body dimmed, and she fell to her side as if exhausted. She said weakly, "No, Daojun, this person's sword is of an extremely high level. It is a magical weapon of a living being like mine. I can't pull it out without the master's order. Why don't you go find the sword's owner and take it out."
Ordinary magical instruments may be able to communicate with the mind of their master, but very few can give rise to spirits like Shang'er. Generally, only cultivators who have reached the level of sainthood will possess magical instruments with living spirits.
Although Mingyueyi knew that Pu Yuemin had good talent, he didn't expect it to be so abnormal. Even the transformed natal sword was of the highest configuration.
Since Shang'er couldn't get it out, she naturally had no other choice but to go find Pu Yuemin.
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Although Mingyueyi had only been to Puyuemin's cave once, he still remembered it vividly.
There were no elves guarding the cave courtyard, nor were there any barriers set up. It was as ordinary as the quaint mansion at the foot of the mountain.
She stood at the door and wanted to knock, but the cave was so vast that knocking was useless. She wanted to use a crane to send a message, but she and he had never sent messages to each other before.
Finally she pushed the door open and walked in.
The inner courtyard of the cave was still covered with frost. Walking on it was like entering an ice cave. She had not yet recovered her cultivation and her mortal body had no spiritual power to protect it. Before she took a few steps, not only was her hair frozen, but her black eyelashes were also covered with pale frost.
It's really cold.
She was so cold that her face turned pale. Seeing this, Shang'er used her own spiritual power to protect her and she felt better.
Pu Yuemin's cave was much larger than hers, with courtyards everywhere, and she didn't know where to start looking for someone.
She passed by every room and knocked on the door one by one. She knocked on all the doors, but still no one came.
Could it be that he is not in the cave?
Mingyueyi frowned and thought deeply. Just when she was about to go back and come back another day, Shang'er suddenly spoke.
"Daojun, the person seems to be in the bamboo forest in the backyard."
Backyard bamboo forest?
Mingyueyi looked towards the backyard.
As expected of the master's favorite disciple, his cave is so big that there is even a separate bamboo forest in the backyard.
She glanced at it calmly and walked towards the backyard.
It was spring, and large clusters of bamboo were covered with fresh green leaves. The warm sunlight from the sky shone through the crystal water droplets hanging on the tips of the bamboo leaves, and was quickly condensed into ice beads by the cold air rising from the pool nearby.
In the cold pool, the young man lay on the white marble bank. His lower body, whose skin was whiter than white jade, was completely immersed in the water. His long black hair swayed with the waves and stretched out in all directions, like countless thin black snakes floating on the milky white water.
Although they were quite far apart, Ming Yueyi looked up and saw a young man bathing not far away. He wanted to turn around and leave, but he felt something lift up under his feet, and his peripheral vision swept across the surface of the pool and he seemed to see something.
The cold bamboos were blown by the wind, casting swaying shadows. It seemed that the pond was not entirely water, but something was wriggling.
Tail?
Is it a snake?
Her steps suddenly froze, asking Shang'er to hide her breath for a while, and then she quietly approached the pool with a serious look.
The young man in the pool seemed to be taking a sweet rest, his expression was gentle and natural, and the pale skin that was only exposed was fragile as if covered by divine light. A snow-white tail could be vaguely seen under his body, sometimes raised, sometimes swaying leisurely, and finally the tip of the tail lazily resting on the cold pool wall.
Ming Yueyi was certain that it was the snake's tail, and was so shocked that he accidentally stepped on a dry bamboo branch on the bluestone slab.
The crackling sound of dry and broken bamboo stems echoed in the bamboo forest, which was so quiet that not even the chirping of insects or birds could be heard.
The young man in the pool seemed to be affected by it and slowly raised his head to look over. His pure black eyes, which were in a trance, stared straight at her, and his pure face immersed in the mist seemed to be smiling.
"Senior Sister...you're here?"
Mingyueyi stood there stiffly, looking at the snow-white tail resting on the wall of the pool, the string in his mind completely broken.
The young man stared at her, and seeing that she was silent, he looked back in confusion following her gaze.
A snow-white tail was resting on the pool wall out of comfort.
I hadn't soaked in cold water for a long time, so I forgot myself and exposed my tail, which happened to be seen by my senior sister.
It really... made him very excited.
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