Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Snake's Joy
Mingyueyi was stunned when he heard this, then leaned back suddenly, frightened by his words.
Seeing her reaction, the blush in his eyes faded and turned into confusion. "Senior Sister?"
Ming Yueyi calmly refused: "No need."
Practicing dual cultivation with the furnace and cauldron is a good thing that countless cultivators would laugh in their dreams, but she could not accept this way of cultivation no matter what. Once she got used to it, it would be difficult to change it in the future.
After she refused, the blush on the boy's face gradually faded. He looked listless, with his long crow feathers drooping down. His body leaning against the bed frame seemed to have no bones. He looked so gloomy that a tail would emerge from under him and coil around him in the next moment, making him look a little aggrieved for no reason.
Ming Yueyi wanted to return to his cave to check on his cultivation, so he stood up from his bed and said, "Thank you, Junior Brother, for your help today. I'll be leaving now."
Pu Yuemin shook his head lightly, a smile playing on his lips: "I'll let the little wooden puppet take you back."
"Okay." Although the coldness in her body was less now, she was still very weak and did not refuse his kindness.
Pu Yuemin summoned a small puppet containing a bamboo spirit.
Several little wooden puppets had lived in her backyard before. They had a natural liking for her and swarmed towards her as soon as they saw her, starting to talk in a flurry.
Although the little wooden puppet looked only as tall as her knees, she was quite strong. Several puppets dragged a sedan chair for her to sit on, intending to take her back to the cave.
Mingyueyi leaned on the backrest of the sedan chair and looked back at the young man standing behind her who was watching her go.
Pure and gorgeous, it is more dazzling than the natural sunlight.
How could such a clean-looking boy be a monster? Perhaps it was just her illusion before.
Ming Yueyi thought about how she hadn't had a peaceful day since she came back from Baihua Valley. Either she had erotic dreams about being haunted by snakes, or her room was covered in damp and sticky fluids that came from nowhere.
She withdrew her gaze from the young man, leaned her head against the back cushion of the sedan chair and sighed in her heart.
The puppet carried her out of the cave and put her down.
"Master Daojun, Master Daojun, can we go back to the bamboo forest and take a look?" The little wooden puppet rolled his two black hole eyes and begged her pitifully.
Ming Yueyi did not refuse: "Come in."
"Thank you, Daojun!"
They cheered and rushed towards the bamboo forest like wanderers returning home.
Mingyueyi glanced at them and turned back to his bedroom.
After being struck by lightning for several days, her skirt was torn to the point that she was barely covered. Her arms were exposed, the collar was burned open, revealing half of her soft flesh, and the hem of her skirt was burnt to the point of curling up to her thighs.
Ming Yueyi stood in front of the mirror and saw her current appearance, feeling helpless.
No wonder Pu Yuemin suddenly asked her if she wanted to practice dual cultivation just now.
This half-covered, half-exposed look can easily arouse the desire to explore the relationship between men and women in a young man who has not even reached the age of twenty.
It seems... her adopted brother was like this before.
But now she can no longer remember the specific events that happened in modern times, let alone his face.
Ming Yueyi looked at the mess on her body and did not rush to get new clothes to change into. Instead, she sat cross-legged on the training couch and meditated.
She circulated the spiritual power in her dantian, feeling an unprecedented sense of grandeur, and was greedy for this powerful force, but the next moment she quickly calmed down from her emotions.
Mingyueyi opened her eyes, pursed her lips, and her hands turned white from being pressed together.
No breakthrough.
She had suffered so much heavenly thunder, yet she was still at the peak of the third level.
Shang'er noticed her uneasy mood, took out her storage bag, and put her finger on her finger to comfort her, "Daojun, don't be discouraged. Although you haven't broken through, your body is different now."
Mingyueyi put down his hand, and the depression in his heart dissipated.
She had known for a long time that it wasn't so easy to break.
Although she failed to break through this time, as Shang'er said, she was a little different.
What's the difference?
Mingyueyi raised his hand, and Fusheng appeared in his palm, with powerful spiritual energy lingering around the lotus.
Her natal magic weapon had been upgraded. She felt it carefully and could vaguely feel something rubbing against her palm affectionately.
It is the floating life that gives birth to the soul.
Sword cultivators are naturally wired to their natal swords, but to control magical instruments and living creatures, one must be a sword cultivator at least at the fourth level, and now she has that ability.
Not only that, the more than 200 heavenly thunders not only did not damage her body, but made it more stable than before, and her healing ability was obviously better.
Although she is now in the shell of the third level, she has the cultivation of the fourth level. She no longer needs to use any magical tools to conceal her cultivation. This can be considered a blessing in disguise.
Mingyueyi's mood suddenly improved. She pinched Shang'er's thin paper hand and said, "You are really my lucky star. With you, I seem to be moving in a good direction."
Shang'er was so overwhelmed by the praise that she happily circled around her.
"Okay, I'll go clean up." Mingyueyi smiled with curved eyes and pulled her away.
Shang'er returned to the storage bag again and stuck to the agate obediently.
Mingyueyi's body was covered in the smell of being burned by lightning, and her body was black in patches, so dirty that she couldn't bear it.
She took her change of clothes to the bathroom and washed away the impurities secreted from her body. When she came out of the water again, she found that her skin was whiter than before, like freshly peeled egg whites.
Ming Yueyi came back again and sat in front of the mirror, stroking her face. Her eyes were thin at the corners, her pupils were bright, her lips were rosy, and her every frown and smile was indescribably cold.
Although the person in the mirror is still her, her facial features are more delicate and charming than before.
There is no ugly cultivator. Every time they break through a realm, the impurities in their bodies will be expelled from their bodies. So even if they have an ordinary appearance on the outside, they will still be top-notch.
Mingyueyi looked at it for a moment, then suddenly remembered what Pu Yuemin said, and looked out the window.
If nothing unexpected happens, the next day the sect will spread the news that someone has achieved a breakthrough at the Cliff of Regret, and she will have to find a way to cover it up.
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It's already dark.
As a half-moon hung on the branches, everything fell into silence, and even Mingyueyi felt sleepy.
She was still sitting cross-legged on the couch, consolidating her cultivation, but her consciousness would become scattered from time to time. No matter how hard she tried to muster her energy, she always felt powerless.
The higher the moon rose, the more obvious the strange feeling of distress became, and there was an indescribable numbness and longing in my chest.
Longing for the sweet smell of blood, longing for gentle caresses, and even longing for men...
Realizing his inexplicable desire, Mingyueyi ended his meditation.
She lay on the couch with a blush on her face, hugging her arms and rolling around. The more she rolled, the more obvious the heat in her chest became, even seeping through her skin.
how so?
She leaned against the windowsill, panting lightly, her rosy face seemed to be filled with hot desire, and she looked outside with misty eyes.
The moonlight outside the window reminded her of Pu Yuemin.
He was cold.
It would be better to tie him up and imprison him in the dark room downstairs.
He is too dazzling and will steal the limelight from the eldest brother.
As soon as the thought came to her mind, she stood up, put on her outer clothes, and ran out towards Pu Yuemin's cave.
She had just left here during the day, and now only a few hours had passed, and she appeared here again for no reason.
Mingyueyi looked for someone everywhere, but found that there was no one in the cave.
Pu Yuemin is not here?
If he's not in the cave, where else could he be? If I can't tie him up today, I don't know what I'll do next time.
He must be tied up and imprisoned in the dark room under the cave. He cannot take away the light that should belong to He Wujiu.
Ming Yueyi covered his chest, which was beating irregularly, and lowered his head in confusion, breathing lightly. As his consciousness gradually regained consciousness, he realized what he was doing.
Want to imprison Pu Yuemin.
Once, when He Wujiu's cultivation level regressed, she thought it was because Pu Yuemin was too popular, forcing He Wujiu to leave the sect, so she came up with the idea of imprisoning Pu Yuemin.
But now, even though no such plot has happened, she still inexplicably had such thoughts.
The thunder did not kill her, but treated it as an abnormality and eliminated it. Instead, it began to repair itself automatically.
Mingyueyi bit her tongue secretly, barely staying awake, intending to go back as soon as possible while Pu Yuemin was not in the cave.
As she turned around, she suddenly saw a faint yellow candlelight lighting up each step of the dark corridor not far away.
Pu Yuemin is back.
The thought suddenly flashed through her mind. Subconsciously, she didn't want him to find out that she was in his bedroom for no reason, so she turned around and hid in the innermost box.
Mingyueyi was not wrong in his guess. The clothes placed on the innermost side were all thick winter robes. Even if he wanted to change clothes, he would not open the innermost ones, but the casual clothes on the outside.
The box was not small, more than enough to accommodate her, but the clothes inside were also very exquisite, and were fumigated with a very light fragrance, which would certainly leave a strong fragrance on her body.
Ming Yueyi sat inside, holding a robe of strange texture in both hands, carefully covering himself tightly and suppressing the aura on his body.
She thought that Pu Yuemin had just returned from outside and would go to the bamboo forest behind to bathe, so she planned to wait until the person left before leaving.
A young man walked down the corridor in a long robe that trailed on the ground, holding a long bamboo lantern, which sparkled as it swayed along the way, and stopped in front of the door.
He stared at the closed door, raised his hand to touch the little puppet sitting on his shoulder, and said with his head tilted: "Go back."
As soon as the little wooden puppet came back, he was knocked to the ground. He didn't dare to complain, but instead squirmed forward like some kind of reptile.
When there were no more unimportant things, he raised his hand and pushed open the door.
There was nothing different in the room. The only thing that had changed was the ice couch that should have been placed in the middle, but now it had been pushed to the corner as if abandoned. Instead, it was replaced by a bed with an exquisitely carved comb and lotus branches.
He changed it during the day because there was still some scent on it that he was reluctant to absorb, it all belonged to his senior sister.
Pu Yuemin hung the portable lamp on the wall, took out the oil lamp inside, and slowly lit the wick on the holder of a lamp in the house.
After doing all this, he did not go out to take a bath as Mingyueyi had expected, but sat on the edge of the bed, leaned on it, sniffed carefully, his face showing an addicted and intoxicated look.
Smells so good...
Senior sister lay there, and the scent was so strong.
He couldn't help but stretch out the red letter, but he quickly restrained himself. Perhaps he smelled something, his deeply wrinkled eyelids lifted up, his gaze fell on the corner that was not illuminated by light and shadow, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up.
Ming Yueyi, who was hiding in the cage, met the pair of strangely dark eyes through the gap. Her chest suddenly trembled, thinking it was her heart beating out of nervousness. She raised her hand to press it, and suddenly remembered that her heart was incomplete.
While she was in a daze, the young man outside seemed not to notice her. He turned his eyes away, knelt on the couch, and raised his hand to lower the bed curtain hung with a golden hook.
After that, he didn't look at where she was again, as if he had just looked up and met her face accidentally.
Mingyueyi saw through the gap that he had lowered the bed curtains around the bed.
The candlelight was dim, and the boy's cold figure was like a silhouette under the candlelight, visible through the bed curtains. As his thin long arms were raised, layers of clothes were taken off.
What is this...for?
She watched until the boy hidden by the bed curtains took off his clothes, and then a very soft moan came from inside.
"Well………"
The boy's voice was rather cold and hoarse, and his muffled voice gave people an indescribable feeling, but Mingyueyi instantly realized what he was doing from his voice.
Self-abuse.
From her direction, she could see the boy's silhouette reflected on the bed curtains, like the one in a lewd picture album that should never be circulated in the world.
He was sitting in a kneeling posture, with his elegant neck held high, his red robe hanging loosely on his arms, revealing his red and white chest with just the right amount of flesh to plump out. The red embedded in the white flesh looked like plum buds that had not yet bloomed, and his waistline was narrow and tight.
The confused and surprised eyes outside fell on his body, so straightforward that it made his blood swell, and an unknown torrent surged from his back to the top of his head. A hint of wet red appeared at the corners of his raised eyes.
There was someone hiding in the box, and the strong smell was even stronger than the one lingering on the couch.
But he was very busy at the moment, his hands were busy, his breathing was busy, his face was moist and his eyes were blurry, so he had no time to care about the person in the cage.
The snake head in his hand seemed to be on the verge of death, constantly spitting out transparent sticky threads.
It was getting faster and faster, and the sound was becoming more and more obvious in the dim light. Even Mingyueyi in the cage felt a heat.
The original light fragrance on the folded robes around seemed to be contaminated by the smell emanating from the bed curtains, forming a kind of aphrodisiac fragrance that made people restless.
Mingyueyi didn't expect that he would do such a thing on the couch, which was the couch she had just slept on during the day.
She had the illusion that he was violating her, but in reality, she was just peeping at him like a pervert.
If she had known she would encounter such a thing, even if she had to endure suspicious looks, she would have made up a reason why she was there and then pretended nothing had happened and left.
Mingyueyi was so hot that sweat broke out on his forehead. He turned his eyes away and didn't want to look, but the sound of the boy's disordered breathing and his fists hitting his flesh were very obvious in his ears.
She shouldn't have hidden in here.
It was too late for her to regret now, and she could only sit in the cage and wait patiently for what happened outside to be over.
As time went by, she found that Pu Yuemin had no intention of stopping, but seemed to be getting more and more excited.
Slowly, her thoughts drifted away, and she couldn't help but think of his fair skin, which seemed very fragile. Wouldn't it make his thing bald after such a long time?
Her thoughts were strange, but the young man on the couch was different from what she thought.
Two.
The hands were clenched almost roughly, and a few drops of sticky silk flew out with every clench.
His red eyelids were closed, his slender waist arched beautifully, and his long hair tied behind his back trembled like a snake about to spit out its tongue. His hands made the room full of red-faced rubbing sounds.
I really want... I really want my senior sister to come out, lock him up, grab his hair, and tell him not to get horny.
She can trample on him and belittle him at will.
Ha...Senior Sister.
He was not in estrus yet, he was still waiting, waiting for her to force him to mature.
Crystal clear tears oozed from the corners of Pu Yuemin's eyes because of excitement. He turned his flushed and sickly face to the side, and looked hazily through the bed curtains at the dark corner.
The box was opened, and a pair of women's hands cautiously stretched out from inside, as if wanting to quietly leave while he was immersed in pleasure.
Seeing the pair of slender and soft female hands, his suppressed pure black pupils began to change, and the center of his pupils gradually turned red. The tip of his scarlet tongue licked his lips, and excitement occupied his entire face.
I couldn't help but come out.
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