Chapter 39 Chapter 39 (Six Thousand Nutrient Solutions Plus) Snake...
The fiery temperature rubbed against her palm, making it sticky and sticky.
Her fingers trembled from the heat.
"Senior sister, you are so good." The young man praised her and gently sucked the soft tongue that fell into her cavity, while his face, hidden by the darkness, was red with a creepy redness.
She said to be good, but all the strength was in her hands.
Mingyueyi closed her eyes and almost melted under his kiss.
The young man half-closed his watery red eyes and kissed the dazed woman madly, causing her to drool so much that she couldn't hold it in and the sticky saliva kept flowing out from the corners of her lips.
He thought in the messy breath.
Only a few dozen days remained before his senior sister imprisoned him.
But it’s so hard to wait…
I really want to eat my senior sister, swallow her, and relieve the hunger in my bones, hmm...
The boy greedily thought about how to advance what was supposed to happen, and soon he reached the first small peak in his fantasy.
He wanted to continue.
"That's enough." Ming Yueyi's fingers could no longer close. Realizing that he was planning to come again, she hurriedly kicked him away.
He fell on the mattress, motionless except for his obvious breathing, as if he had become a beautiful corpse that had been torn apart.
Ming Yueyi lit the candle on the couch cabinet and turned around to see that the boy who she thought had fainted was now awake.
The young man fell on the couch like a boneless snake, with his thin eyelids raised, and sticky water marks on the tails of his thick, curly black eyelashes. His handsome face was covered with a lost flush. His skinny shoulders, which were half-wrapped by his clothes, suddenly spasmed. His long black hair was tangled with his body, and his slender limbs were curled up like a flower inserted in a high-necked ceramic vase.
Fragile.
The fragility that can be seen at a glance is particularly pitiful.
Ming Yueyi actually saw charm, allure, and even alluring... lust in this unisex appearance.
It was at this moment that she realized that it was not an illusion. What he was wearing was not the long robe with a vertical collar and tassels that he had worn during the day, but the skirt that she had changed into before going out.
Wearing her skirt, sleeping on her bed, this series of perverted behaviors made Mingyueyi frown slightly.
The couch was a mess, and the young man was still in the deep aftermath of the climax and had not yet recovered.
Mingyueyi didn't disturb him. She lit the lamp and left the room.
After coming out, Mingyueyi lowered his eyes and looked at his red palm. At this moment, a trace of regret flashed through his heart.
You shouldn't say help him.
The attacks of his fox demon poison seemed to be too frequent. Even if he took the tung medicine, the attacks would not be so frequent. Besides, he was wearing her skirt.
This was beyond the normal scope of a relationship between a senior and junior sister, and yet she and he had done something even more intimate than wearing a skirt.
The night outside was dark and cold, with not a single star visible. The night breeze blew away the heat from her face.
When Pu Yuemin came out of his bedroom, Ming Yueyi was sitting on a rattan chair under a tree in the yard. Her plain satin skirt made her thin body look plump and graceful, and she looked like a ball of mist in the dark night.
No one knew what she was thinking about. She didn't even notice the door opened. She raised her fair face and stared at the dark sky. A dim little lamp on the stone table beside her made her pensive profile look soft and cold.
Pu Yuemin leaned against the door frame, his eyes fixed on her.
Mingyueyi noticed a prying gaze and turned to the side.
I happened to see him walking towards me, neatly dressed, with long black hair hanging down behind him. His pale complexion, light-colored lips, and deep, beautiful eyebrows and eyes gave off an indescribable coldness, like a monster coming to breathe air.
He stopped in front of her, "Senior Sister."
Ming Yueyi suppressed her inexplicable illusion and asked him calmly, "Are you okay?"
Pu Yuemin stared at her with his eyes lowered, his rosy lips curled up, a hint of gratitude floating on his face: "Well, I'm much better now. Thank you for your help, Senior Sister."
The two of them tacitly agreed not to mention what happened in the room, even though her lips were still red and swollen.
Ming Yueyi said, "It's getting late, you should go back."
"Yeah." Pu Yuemin looked quite kind. He nodded his narrow chin at her obediently and walked past her.
As the courtyard door closed, the night wind carried his lingering cool fragrance.
It smells good, kind of addictive.
Mingyueyi's thoughts wandered in speculation, wondering how she had been able to bring herself to kill such a handsome and delicate boy in the past?
However, the memories of the past were too long ago. She couldn't remember people like Pu Yuemin, who was only hastily described in a few brilliant sentences in the novel and then disappeared. She couldn't remember the irrelevant people who were even more cannon fodder than her.
It was probably because she was too deeply affected by the plot at the time.
Mingyueyi lowered his head and touched the storage bag at his waist. The paper-cut attached to the agate was still like a piece of waste paper.
Shang'er hasn't woken up yet, and she doesn't know when she'll hear its voice again.
After sitting in the yard for a while, the night fog rose and the air became very cool, so she returned to her bedroom.
There was a thunderstorm and lightning in the middle of the night, and heavy rain fell continuously until the early morning.
The morning light broke through the clouds, casting a few beams of golden light on the windows and casting diamond-shaped floral patterns on the ground.
Mingyueyi stood up and pushed open the door. After washing his face, he put the broadsword on his back. When he opened the door, he saw the young man standing at the door.
Unlike yesterday, he changed into a silk satin robe with a very nice drape and luster. His black hair, which was draped over his shoulders, was pinned up with a red jade hairpin. His pale ears and neck were so thin that you could see faint bloodshot.
Ming Yueyi sighed that people who are born with good looks will have a noble aura different from others no matter what they wear.
Pu Yuemin looked at her, neatly dressed and with a broadsword slung across her back, and asked gently, "Sister, where are you going?"
Ming Yueyi remained calm after being caught, "Oh, I'm going to look for you."
"Really?" He smiled, his eyes filled with golden ripples as if illuminated by the morning light. "Luckily, I came early, otherwise I would have missed my senior sister."
She got up so early just to avoid him, but who knew he got up even earlier.
Mingyue Yishen pinched the silk cloth on her chest that held her sword and asked him, "Junior brother, why are you here so early?"
Pu Yuemin made way to the side, naturally reaching out to hold her hand and said, "Well, actually I get up very early every day, but I just don't want to disturb you, so I will wait until you wake up before coming."
Ming Yueyi asked, "How do you know when I will wake up?"
His hands were icy cold, and Mingyueyi wanted to pull them back, but he held them tightly and even tried to comfort her.
"It will be warm in a moment." Pu Yuemin explained, "I don't know when Senior Sister will wake up, I just feel it."
The feeling was so accurate that if this wasn't her cave, she would have almost thought that he was watching her.
Pu Yuemin tilted his head and asked, "Senior Sister, where do you want to go to practice sword fighting later?"
Mingyue Yixin sighed and said, "Let's go to the top of Fenjing Peak."
She originally wanted to avoid him, but now it seems that she has to be with him again today.
"Okay." He seemed not to notice the depression on her face. He inserted his cold fingers into hers and held her hand tightly, walking shoulder to shoulder.
It was strange to see the senior sister and the junior brother walking together.
Mingyueyi felt uncomfortable all over, as if lice were crawling on her body. She twisted her wrist and tried to pull her hand away.
Just as her hand was about to be pulled out from his fingers, it was suddenly held tightly again, and the young man's clear voice came from above her head.
"Senior Sister."
"Huh?" Mingyueyi raised his eyes, his eyes bathed in the morning light, glowing dark chestnut.
Pu Yuemin stared into her blank eyes, then slowly bent down until his eyes were level with hers.
As the young man approached, Ming Yueyi once again smelled the cold fragrance emanating from his clothes. He subconsciously took a step back, leaning his back against the rough tree. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He stared at her motionlessly, his eyes as dark as ink, his face showing a bit of fragility and loss: "Senior Sister, why didn't you ask me if the fox demon poison had taken effect?"
Mingyueyi pulled the corners of his mouth into a fake smile, "Not so fast."
Even if he was seriously ill, the attacks would not necessarily be so frequent. She suspected that he did not have an attack at all yesterday, and the young man was just taking the opportunity to be greedy.
As she expected, as soon as the words implied rejection came out of his mouth, his drooping thick eyelashes trembled slightly.
In Mingyueyi's eyes, this expression was a sign of guilt.
Ming Yueyi withdrew his hand and said earnestly, "Practice well so that you can better protect yourself in the future. Otherwise, you will end up in a miserable situation."
The softness in his palm faded, and Pu Yuemin clenched his fingers lightly, his Adam's apple rolling slightly as he uttered a lazy, listless tone: "Hmm."
Mingyueyi turned around and continued walking forward with his sword on his back, and he had already started making other plans in his mind.
At first, she thought that Pu Yuemin had just been infected with the fox demon poison, and she helped him relieve it when it was difficult to control, so that he would not be bumped into and insulted by other female cultivators when he lost his mind.
Now it seems that whether it is the effect of the poison or not, his attacks are too frequent.
We still have to find a way to clear or transfer the fox demon poison in his body.
Ming Yueyi was lost in thought as she walked, not noticing the young man following her slowly, his gloomy gaze fixed on her the entire time.
The top of Fenjing Peak towers into the sky. Due to the strong wind on the top of the mountain, even cranes usually only circle around the waist of the peak. Few people would practice sword on the top of a peak with such strong wind, but Mingyueyi likes it.
Every move she made in the clouds made her feel as if she could break the sky with a sword. She couldn't come here often because the wind was too strong.
Ming Yueyi took off the cloth and sat on the stone to polish his sword. He raised his voice and asked him, "You have mastered this set of sword techniques. Have you realized any new sword techniques?"
With his talent, he must have figured out his own sword technique long ago, so from today on, she didn't plan to let him continue with the ordinary sword style.
Pu Yuemin leaned against the tree beside her and said softly, "Yes."
Ming Yueyi put down his sword and asked him curiously, "Look."
The young man conjured up a silver-white snake sword and held it in his hand. His mist-blood robe fluttered in the wind, and the warm jade ornament on his waist collided with the golden bell, making a crisp sound.
The condensed morning dew on the big tree was blown off by the sword energy and dripped between his deep and thick eyebrows, like a crystal pearl passing through the corner of his eyes and then falling to the ground. Every move was very sharp.
Mingyueyi had never seen such a clean and neat swordsmanship. It was different from her reckless and He Wujiu's sharp swordsmanship that gathered spiritual energy. Pu Yuemin's swordsmanship was different from all the previous ones. His sword was like a rainbow, and every step was unexpectedly beautiful.
Just like his people.
Ming Yueyi looked at the silver-white sword intent left when his sword tip passed by, and sighed slightly in his heart.
This is probably the gift of genius. It would be difficult for others to catch up even if they go without food and drink for hundreds of years.
Pu Yuemin quickly reviewed the sword moves he had learned in front of her, put away his sword, and placed the tip of his boot in front of her.
"Senior Sister, is there anything else that needs repair?" He breathed softly, his hair on his forehead disheveled in a gorgeous and stunning way.
Mingyueyi shook his head. His sword skills were very good and there was no need for any guidance.
After receiving the affirmation, Pu Yuemin smiled faintly, knelt down in front of her, and raised her beautiful face, "Then can I ask Senior Sister for a reward?"
The warm golden light of the morning sun was gentle but not dazzling, making the boy's eyes appear extremely dark and bright.
Mingyueyi suddenly met his eyes, was slightly dazed, and forgot to ask him what he wanted.
Pu Yuemin took her silence as a tacit agreement and leaned forward towards her. His misty eyes drooped and swept across her flawless fair cheek, making his heart itch.
Just as he was about to approach her lips with a blushing face, Mingyueyi suddenly fell from the rock, grabbed his clothes and pulled him aside to hide behind the rock behind the tree.
"Shh." Mingyueyi pressed her fingertips on his lips. "Tell me what you want first. Someone's coming."
Pu Yuemin, who was pinned down by her, had a cold look on his face. He leaned lazily on the stone, bent one knee to support her buttocks so that she could sit on it.
Mingyueyi's gaze passed over him and fell on a place not far away.
Two people came from the path.
A seemingly young boy and a female monk.
The young man was obviously not a cultivator from the Qingyun Sect, and he exuded a cold and sinister aura.
When the young man finished talking to the female cultivator and turned his head inadvertently, his pale face was completely exposed to the view.
Seeing the familiar face, Mingyueyi's pupils suddenly shrank, and the fingers pressing on Puyuemin's lips trembled slightly.
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