Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Snake is too greedy
Although the color of the snake's body was beautiful, it gradually became thicker and even split into two parts.
Two white snakes surrounded Fusheng, greedy for those few drops of flower juice. They climbed up the delicate flower body and wanted to drill inside.
There are too many snakes transformed from the two spiritual powers, and the living world is not enough for them to eat.
Ming Yueyi gritted her teeth, trying to suppress the feelings coming from her spiritual consciousness, so as to withdraw from the floating life she had rashly entered, but she forgot that the boy was different from her and had never thought of suppressing it.
He was happy, moaning, like a snake in extreme pleasure, holding her and turning over on the ground, breathing disorderly and rubbing her neck with his tall nose, so happy that even every black hair was entangled with her.
The floating life in the spiritual palace was stretched open by the heads of two white snakes.
The young man was trembling with excitement: "Senior sister... uh... Senior sister, look, Fu Sheng is blooming."
Is Fu Sheng open?
Mingyueyi let go of Fusheng in a trance and let the white snake in.
But life cannot accommodate two snakes.
So he shouted loudly, and the chaos was like the tide.
The cool and slippery temperature soon became sticky, and the strange temperature that kept changing back and forth constantly stimulated Ming Yueyi.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were half-closed, and the suppressed voice gradually turned into a buzzing nasal sound. She was entangled by the two white snakes and could not breathe. She had no choice but to open her mouth to breathe, and her fingers that were wrapped around a strand of black hair were clenched until they turned white.
Soon, her lips were blocked by the boy who was not satisfied with this.
His cold thin lips moved upwards and he panted lightly as he put the tip of his tongue in.
Mingyueyi unconsciously opened her lips to accommodate him.
Hmm...
His dark red pupils trembled as he held her face. The sweat from his forehead wet his black hair, and the strands of hair stuck to his slightly drunk red cheeks. His body gradually warmed up from cold.
"Ha, ha... Senior Sister..."
He got the ultimate happiness from the fusion of soul and spirit. Big tears fell from his red eyes uncontrollably and fell into his lips that were twisted tightly together, making Mingyueyi taste a hint of coldness.
Those voices followed me like shadows, swirling madly deep in my head.
She had no time to think about it at the moment. An indescribable numbness was blooming in her soul along with the lotus petals of life. She could hear the boy's crying gasps, and his soft lips pressed against hers.
He sighed at the beauty of the all-encompassing life as it blossomed, and his spiritual power transformed into a small snake, greedily strangling the life.
Mingyueyi felt that his head was so full that it was about to burst, and his life began to be stretched so much that drops of water began to overflow.
All this was beyond her ability to bear, and the two people's merged spiritual palaces exploded at the same time.
There was an overly intense pleasure from his mind to his body. Mingyueyi arched his spine with a dazed look in his eyes, and a soft moan escaped from his lips.
At the same time, Pu Yuemin, who was hugging her tightly, was also brought to the peak by the feeling of being hit from all directions. He forgot the red tongue in her lips and just stared at it with his pupils blurred, losing his mind because of the extreme comfort.
It was a most exhilarating experience I had never had before.
The aftertaste of the fusion of soul and spirit seeped into every pore of Mingyueyi, and it took a long time for him to slowly come back to his senses.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the young man's rosy face, his lust still lingering, like a ripe peach sprinkled with honey, exuding a sweet and decadent sexual beauty.
This is the second time.
She had a second spiritual connection with Pu Yuemin.
This time was far more extreme than the first time. Even though she was awake now, she was too weak to even lift her hands. She just wanted to use the bed as a blanket and embrace him again.
But this is just an illusion. After the spiritual intercourse, the two people's consciousness will be briefly attracted to each other, which will bring out abnormally strong emotions in the body. Therefore, many cultivators will practice dual cultivation after the spiritual intercourse in order to reach the peak of the unity of mind and soul.
Mingyueyi blinked away the tears in her eyes, and while he was still in the afterglow, she pushed him away from her body with her wrist weakly.
The boy fell limply beside her, breathing lightly and panting rapidly, like a boneless reptile that had been beaten to death and thrown to the ground to be broken into pieces.
The surrounding wind blew away Lin's ambiguity.
Mingyueyi sat up and noticed the gazes of people around him, so he turned his head to look.
The young man's beautiful black hair covered his sickly flushed and gloomy face. He stared at her motionlessly with his quiet pupils. His robe was loose and messy, and there was a deep stain on his red gown.
An indescribable damp charm.
Mingyueyi's eyelids suddenly twitched.
When this happened, Mingyueyi didn't want to care about him, but she couldn't say whose fault it was.
Knowing that he couldn't control the spiritual power in his body last time and pulled Fusheng into the spiritual palace while she was exploring her body, he shouldn't be so impulsive this time.
Mingyueyi looked at him for a few seconds, then hesitantly reached out to touch his forehead.
His fingertips grasped it before they even touched.
Mingyueyi's fingers trembled slightly, and she wanted to pull her hand back, but he had already raised his face and placed it sideways on her palm.
His cheeks were cool, his breathing was light and rapid, his dark eyelashes drooped, revealing a bit of obedience after being trained, and his voice was hoarse and muffled, as if a flower had bloomed in his throat.
"Senior Sister... He almost killed me just now. Luckily you came."
He did not mention the naked spiritual connection just now, but changed the subject, as if it was just a normal rescue, and even rubbed her palm with his tall nose like a puppy.
Itchy.
Ming Yueyi looked at the beautiful young man with black hair and white skin in front of her, and felt a slight tingling in her spine. She still pulled back the hand that was pressed against her cheek and gently rubbed it: "It's okay, monsters are very cunning. It was my fault that I didn't notice his disguise and almost put you in danger."
She wanted to maintain the nonchalant demeanor of a senior sister, and her voice was filled with a soft, nasal murmur, so soft that she herself fell silent.
He was completely unaware. He heard her soft, hoarse voice, raised her eyes still stained with wet powder, and suddenly revealed joy. He couldn't help but cover his chest and murmured, "Senior sister's voice is so cute."
Ming Yueyi: “…”
"Senior Sister, I didn't hear you clearly. Can you say it again?" He was not satisfied. He liked to hear it so much that he begged her to say it again.
Mingyueyi pursed her swollen and numb lips and rejected him in silence.
Unable to hear what she wanted to hear, the joy in Pu Yuemin's eyes turned into regret, and a gloomy mist gathered between her gorgeous eyebrows.
He was blaming himself for saying those words involuntarily. He should have tricked his senior sister into repeating them in a voice as soft as white mud before she noticed.
Once, twice, three times...Ah, senior sister is so cute.
He bit his lower lip, a soft black hair was tucked into the corner of his pale lips, his pale jade face was like white porcelain with a black crack, and the crazy complaints around him like black mud were hidden in the calmness.
Ming Yueyi turned her gaze away from the young man who had lowered his head and remained silent after being rejected. Although she knew that the consumptive ghost demon had already escaped, she still pinched her fingers and used the tracking talisman that Senior Sister Fu Xiufeng had given her.
The cinnabar yellow talisman transformed from the slender jade fingertips into a stream of light, following the remaining demonic energy and disappearing into the sky.
As long as the demon releases a trace of evil spirit again, it will be discovered and will not harm anyone in the short term.
After Mingyueyi had done all this, he felt extremely uncomfortable staying there any longer, so he stood up and wanted to leave.
Pu Yuemin also stood up and followed her.
Mingyueyi took a few steps, and he also took a few steps, as silent as her shadow.
"Why are you following me?" Mingyueyi turned and looked at him.
The young man's cheeks were still flushed with red, and his eyebrows and delicate features were so beautiful that they seemed to ambiguous his gender. A puzzled smile curved his thin lips. "Senior Sister, aren't you going to teach me how to practice?"
Ever since the master asked Pu Yuemin to practice sword with her, he has been with her every day.
Because of the accident that happened today, she almost forgot about it.
Ming Yueyi suppressed his emotions and said calmly, "You don't need to follow me for now. You have already figured out your swordsmanship. Just practice it in the peak these days. I will come back when you are fully proficient in it."
She didn't want to see him much these days.
Her excuse for sending him away was not obvious and left room for maneuver. The boy did not seem to hear it and nodded obediently as usual.
He smiled: "Senior Sister, I will practice sword skills well."
Fortunately, my junior brother is not clingy.
Mingyueyi breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to the smiling young man, and turned away with his broadsword on his back.
And the junior brother whom she thought was not clingy, from the moment she turned around, his pure black pupils stared at her back motionlessly, and the smile at the corner of his lips was like a scratch engraved on white jade.
The golden morning light filtered through the emerald green trees, casting dappled shadows on his bright red skirt. His long, floor-length black hair, draped over his shoulders, was eerily long, moving freely even without wind.
Then, out of extreme resentment, he ate himself in the fastest and bloodiest way possible.
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Mingyueyi returned to the cave and changed her dirty clothes.
Looking at the wet marks on her skirt, she decided not to wear it a second time and threw it into the furnace.
Perhaps it was because the aftereffects of the spiritual intercourse were too strong, but she always felt something was wrong that she couldn't explain. As a result, she frequently adjusted her posture while meditating in the cave throughout the afternoon, but with little effect.
Might as well practice swordplay.
Ming Yueyi meditated in an awkward and uncomfortable posture until dusk, when she got up from the couch. She leaned against the window, pushing the window shutter with one hand and holding the extension rod with the other, looking out with a lazily frown on her beautiful face.
I happened to see the young man who was supposed to be practicing sword at the top of Fenjing Peak walking into the courtyard. The dim sunset light fell heavily on his deep facial features, and the corners of his lips seemed to be holding a bright red smile.
He called out, "Senior Sister."
Ming Yueyi leaned against the window with her head tilted, a hint of laziness lingering in the corners of her beautiful eyes. She looked at him and asked, "Why are you here?"
Because he often came to ask her for advice, the restrictions on her cave were lifted and he could come in at any time.
Pu Yuemin's gaze lingered on the half of her body that was leaning out of the window. He walked towards her, stopped at the window, lowered his eyes and stared at her, saying, "Senior Sister, I feel a little uncomfortable. I feel numb, soft, and uncomfortable."
His voice, blended with the gentleness of the sunset's last brilliant day, drilled into her cochlea hoarsely, and her heart inexplicably felt itchy.
I don’t know if it’s a side effect of excessive spiritual intercourse, but she is the same. She can’t concentrate on anything she does. After maintaining the meditation posture for a long time, she feels uncomfortable all over her body.
"Senior Sister, it's happening again." He leaned over, his confused face hanging in front of her eyes, so close that each black eyelash was clearly visible.
Ming Yueyi stared intently for a few breaths, then pulled back to close the distance between them. He said calmly, "It's not a seizure. Perhaps the weather is about to change, so you have an illusion. Go back home early tonight to rest and continue practicing swordsmanship tomorrow."
Pu Yuemin trembled his black eyelashes, his face showing an innocent blankness, "Really?"
"Yes." Ming Yueyi nodded in affirmation, "Go back quickly, I need to rest."
After saying that, she reached out to close the window.
The wooden pole holding up the window had just been pulled out when a large, bony, pale hand stretched out from outside and suddenly replaced the pole, keeping the window open.
Ming Yueyi stared at the long, bony fingers holding the window.
"Senior Sister," Pu Yuemin called her, his eyes silent. "I'm not feeling unwell because of the impending change in the weather."
He pulled the wooden pole out of her hand, propped up the window again, stepped back a few steps, and used the long fingers that she had thought were so beautiful that she wanted to treasure them to lift up the hem of her robe that had a very nice drape.
The scene was so complete in her eyes.
Because he was so hungry after waking up, he had become so big that he had nowhere to rest and his hideous appearance was visibly visible to the naked eye.
"Sister, it has been like this since you left. I have tried to be patient and use other methods, but nothing works. Has the fox demon poison already corroded me? Will I become a tool for others to practice in the future as you said?" He stared at her and asked in a very soft voice.
Although there was no blame at all, Mingyueyi inexplicably had the illusion that he was very pitiful.
After all, it was because of her that he became addicted, and he had also told her that if he ever had an attack, he could come find her.
It had only been a few days since this sentence was said, and Mingyueyi didn't want to turn the person away. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded to the slender young man outside the window.
"Come in."
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