Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Snakes are greedy
Ming Yueyi uttered an "Ah", blinked, and then belatedly let go of her hand in shock.
As Bai Ji's sword fell to the ground, He Wujiu heard a woman's concerned voice passing by his ears.
"I'm sorry, Senior Brother. I haven't used my natal magic weapon in a long time. I forgot about it, but I hurt you just now."
He Wujiu's eyelids twitched, and then he used his spiritual power to suppress the rising heat in his body. He placed one hand on the stone, his expression calm, but his face flushed as he shook his head, "It's fine."
Mingyueyi smiled and wanted to pick up the sword that fell on the ground, but the young man's slender hand had already picked up the sword on the ground.
Mingyueyi raised an eyebrow and watched him lead the white disease into his body.
After a while, the elegant and cool swordsman returned to normal, as if his loss of control just now was just an illusion.
Mingyueyi leaned casually against the tree, tilting her head to stare at his red earlobes.
He Wujiu said in a calm tone, "Junior sister, it's getting late."
Just because they touched the sword, he couldn't wait to drive the person away. He was so petty and didn't have the magnanimity of a senior brother of Fen Jing Peak at all.
Ming Yueyi seemed not to notice the indifference on his flushed face. She patted her knees in a good mood and looked up at the golden light in the sky that had disappeared.
After a competition, it is indeed late.
Ming Yueyi smiled at him and said, "Since you still want to meditate, thank you for your guidance. I will go back first."
"Yeah." He Wujiu knelt down on the stone and nodded lightly. Contrary to his usual behavior, he didn't even bother to stand up and say goodbye.
It's just a collision with a sword, it doesn't tarnish my innocence.
Mingyueyi glanced at the coldness on his face and turned to leave Maple Ridge.
After she left, He Wujiu, who was sitting on the stone, kept one knee bent and did not move for a long time. His cold brows faded into indifference in the passing golden light.
He looked into the depths of the forest not far away, rarely blinking, and at first glance he thought it was a jade sculpture.
After Xia Niang digested the spirit stones in her body, she came over and saw his strange posture.
Not knowing what had just happened, Xia Niang asked, "Should we go back?"
He Wujiu didn't say anything, but lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought.
He had been practicing the ruthless way for countless years, and everyone thought that he was unmoved by the offers of marriage from the beautiful female cultivators in the sect, whether they were explicit or implicit, because he was naturally cold-hearted.
In fact, that was not the case. Many years ago, in order to cultivate the ruthless sword path, he had cut off his emotions and desires and injected them into his natal sword, so he had not felt the way he did today for many years.
The woman's soft hands caressed the sword, and he felt the same way and actually reacted.
Shouldn't desire be gone from the body long ago?
He Wujiu waited patiently for his desire to fade away. In the long silence, he pondered how to completely eliminate Mingyueyi's influence on him.
Killing her was obviously not an option.
He Wujiu's brows were filled with a hint of distress. Suddenly, he raised his fingers like a sword and swept it through the depths of the forest.
Xia Niang didn't know what was going on, and she was trembling on the ground under the oppression.
The sword with murderous intent entered the forest, but only the sound of falling leaves was heard, and there was no trace of the imagined thing.
He Wujiu stared at the dense forest in deep thought. Ever since Mingyueyi came over, he had felt a gaze full of gloom and malice, which had become a thorn in his flesh.
What on earth was watching him secretly?
He looked up at the clear sky thoughtfully, and when he thought of what Mingyueyi had said, a subtle smile appeared on his lips.
Livestock? His junior sister was more talented than he had imagined.
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Mingyueyi thought that Pu Yuemin might still be in the cave, so he did not rush back. Instead, he rode a crane to fly over the elegant peak of Qingyun Sect to enjoy the scenery.
The evening was soft and red, white cranes were flying around the peaks, the light was swaying and the mist was scattering colors, making people feel tired and exhausted.
Mingyueyi took a short nap and woke up from the back of the crane.
The setting sun's rays fade away.
She lazily stood up, her eyes reflecting the beautiful scenery of peaks surrounded by clouds, and lazily ordered the crane to go back.
When I returned to the cave, it was already dark.
At this time in the past, Mingyueyi tacitly assumed that Pu Yuemin had left.
So she went to the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes first, washing away the dust and dirt on her body, and then opened the door of her bedroom with wet hair.
The room was dark and she was too lazy to light the lamp, so she wanted to go to bed and practice.
But when he placed his hands on the couch, he touched something slightly hard.
Like scales?
Ming Yueyi suddenly raised his hand and summoned the sword in the room. His wet brows were cold, and he rushed down with all his strength.
"Well……"
Before he could kill the thing on the couch, a familiar sound came from the mattress.
Mingyue Yi was slightly startled, the sword in his hand just hanging there, he lowered his eyes to look at the dark mass in the bedding: "Junior brother?"
It is the voice of Puyuemin.
In fact, she had sensed another aura in the house since she entered, but she pretended to be unaware, thinking it was the snake demon that was entangled with her and disappeared. Unexpectedly, it was Pu Yuemin.
Shouldn't he have gone back by now? Instead of still being in her cave, or even lying on her couch?
"Sister...?"
The young man on the couch had a strange tone of voice, with a hint of indescribable affection, and a bit of dazed breathing.
Mingyueyi frowned: "Why are you still here?"
His voice was soft and joyful, as if he had been waiting for her for a long time: "Senior Sister, you are finally back. I have been waiting for you."
In the unlit room, Mingyueyi could hardly make out the expression on his facial features. She could vaguely see that the bulge on the couch represented the young man's tall body, and his long flowing hair spread out like ink stained by the night.
His breathing was rising and falling, and quite abnormal and disordered.
Ming Yueyi didn't bother to ask why he was here, "Pu Yuemin, turn around."
The boy buried his face in the soft mattress and rubbed it for a few times. Then he slowly turned his head and stared at her with cat-like eyes.
Mingyueyi reached out and touched Wenliang's forehead, and suddenly remembered that his body temperature had never been high, so he couldn't find out anything.
She asked directly: "Is the fox demon poison acting up again?"
"Hmm..." He responded in this way, his tone soft and rustling, as if he was holding a piece of ice jade between his lips, and the ending tone was trembling.
Ming Yueyi was surprised: "Didn't it happen during the day? Why is it happening again?"
Is the fox demon poison so overbearing? Several times a day.
She had just showered and was still wearing the loose long skirt that he had rubbed against in the bathroom. Her long hair was also loose, and the wet ends of her hair were lazily hanging on her chest, and her surprised eyes were hooked at him.
Pu Yuemin couldn't bear the temptation and bit the corner of the quilt with all her might. Her cheekbones flushed abnormally, and her eyes suppressed the surging emotions. "I don't know, Senior Sister, help me..."
Amidst the soft gasps and murmurs, Mingyueyi's slender wrist was grabbed by cold fingers, as if a ghost drowning in water had grabbed a living, yang-filled person and was pulling him down with force.
Mingyueyi was pulled down, and her lips touched his high nose bridge.
He raised his chin, and his cold, thin lips slid across her chin. His lips pressed against hers, and his tongue licked between her teeth like a living snake. The cold breath suddenly became lingering.
"Hmm." Ming Yueyi frowned at the cold breath that came in, and her hands on his shoulders trembled as she tried to push him away.
Pu Yuemin raised his beautiful misty eyes, held her lips and rubbed them, panting intermittently: "Senior Sister, you said that once I have an attack, I can come to you. Now that I have an attack, you should help me, Senior Sister... You should help me..." instead of that ugly bitch.
Jealousy swirled in his chest, spreading like a tide, and he was filled with venomous and vicious curses.
If a bitch can seduce the senior sister to touch his natal sword, why can't he seduce the senior sister to touch his life.
"Help me, Senior Sister."
The fox demon poison in Pu Yuemin's body attacked too frequently, and Ming Yueyi had a hunch that something was wrong, but he kissed her seriously. Although he did not go deep, he repeatedly held her lips in his mouth, sucking until her lips became numb.
In the darkness, the young man's eyes were gloomy, his voice was weak, he leaned over and gently rubbed her lips, his breath was soft: "Sister, I feel so uncomfortable, help me, I am your junior brother, you promised to help me, sister, even you don't help me, I have no choice but to die, sister, can't bear to see me die, right?"
She couldn't bear to say anything else, she should have helped him now because she had said this before.
Mingyueyi felt dizzy from the kiss, but she did not refuse his request for help. In order to relieve the poison for him as soon as possible, she thoughtfully moved her hand on his shoulder down, stroking his lean and strong waist inch by inch.
Every time a stroke passed through his body, there was an intuitive response.
It was not until he reached his waist that Mingyueyi suddenly realized that there was something strange about his clothes.
It was too small, and the fabric was so tight around his body that it would have broken if it weren't for its softness.
He always liked to wear a vertical collar, right-fronted robe and a loose tunic, which made his figure look as slender as a fallen fairy. When had he ever worn something so tight?
Mingyueyi accidentally touched the soft hem of the skirt, it looked like... what kind of skirt.
Before Mingyueyi could think more, the young man holding the soft lips suddenly gasped, "Senior Sister."
Mingyueyi grabbed it the instant before his hoarse voice fell, and rotated and rubbed the connection between the hip bones.
"Ugh." He sighed, breathing heavily.
Even though Mingyueyi couldn't see clearly in the dark, he could still imagine what he looked like at that moment.
The young man was completely defeated, his pretty face was controlled by lust, his pair of black eyes that always contained charm were raised distractedly, his thin lips of pale rose color were slightly opened, and every time he thrust in, a muffled groan came from his dry throat.
He shouted without any sense of shame and was particularly wanton. Mingyueyi felt dry-mouthed after hearing this and could not help but tighten her grip.
But the boy couldn't bear such force, and the thing hidden under his skin couldn't bear it either, so it suddenly stretched out and slapped her on the back of her hand.
Hot.
Once he was freed from his restraints, he couldn't wait to have intimate contact with her.
Even his voice was out of control, as if he was on the verge of collapse.
Ming Yueyi noticed that the touch on the back of his hand was strange, but because his hand was already clenched, he didn't suspect anything. But it didn't feel like someone had accidentally touched his hair, but rather warm.
A 'living thing' with throbbing veins?
She blinked away the mist in her eyes blankly and lowered her head to see what it was. Just as her chin was lowered, he pinched it and lifted it up.
He acted as if nothing had happened, clinging to her like a demon, his moist breath licking her cheekbones, and he said coquettishly: "Senior Sister, stretch it out, let me eat it, okay?"
Such blunt words. How could the normally aloof little Saint Father, after being poisoned by the fox demon, become so dissolute?
Mingyueyi's ears felt hot and painful, and she was hesitant whether to stretch them out.
She agreed to help him relieve the effects of the poison, just to prevent him from being picked up by someone else when he became demented, so it did not include kissing him or having the intimate contact that only Taoist partners have.
After this, he would definitely cling to her like this every time in the future.
The young man noticed her hesitation and chuckled softly, his pointed tongue tracing the seam between her lips. "Sister, don't be afraid. I ate this morning. I ate once, and twice. I'll be very gentle and only eat for a short while. I won't be greedy."
It seemed like, not only just now, but we also kissed in the early morning.
Ming Yueyi smelled the cold fragrance emanating from his clothes, her consciousness was so swirling that she couldn't find the real thing. In a daze, she actually felt that what he said made sense, and she trembled and stuck out her tongue.
As soon as she touched his slightly opened lips, her demented consciousness suddenly became clear.
No. Although they had kissed in the morning, she had not taken the initiative to kiss him.
He had lost his mind due to the fox demon poison and acted subconsciously, while she was sober.
Mingyueyi wanted to retract her tongue that was about to fall into the other person's lips, but he suddenly sucked it into his mouth.
Hmm... so wet.
When her tongue probed into his lips, Mingyueyi's eyes instantly became misty, and a tingling sensation like lightning surged down her spine. She collapsed powerlessly onto the couch, and the young man lifted her beautiful face, breathing softly with her face tilted up to him.
Poor senior sister, she can’t even clench her hands.
The boy stared at her dazed face excitedly, and the jealousy that had not yet been released made him feel vicious and offensive.
When Mingyueyi's mind went blank, she vaguely felt that her loosened hand seemed to have stuffed something back in it, quietly disguising the thing that was originally held empty, greedily asking her to protect it equally.
Unlike the previous coldness, this time it was scorching hot.
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