Chapter 45 Chapter 45 (Nine Thousand Nutrient Solutions Plus) Snake...
"Senior sister is so cute."
On the ice couch, mist rose from the heat. The young man held her face in his hands and kissed her lightly, following the corner of her lips. His thin, red lips pressed against her tense ribs. Where she couldn't see, his drooping eyelashes were filled with greed.
Kissing the skin closest to Senior Sister's heart, he felt so comfortable that the thing hidden under the skin almost wanted to poke its head out.
He tempted: "Sister, open it a little, it's blocking my licking."
Ming Yueyi was deeply tempted. She didn't know what he meant by opening up. She separated her knees according to her heart and even straightened her waist, which was so thin that it could only be held in one hand. Her skin was as rosy as peach blossoms.
The snake's pupils stood up in excitement, and the seductive words from his mouth were like falling jade beads: "Yes, Senior Sister, put your legs on my shoulders."
It was the senior sister who opened it on her own initiative, so he would lick it carefully and serve her well.
Just as Mingyueyi raised her leg, a sound-transmitting crane landed on the windowsill.
Junior brother can be in the cave——
Pu Yuemin's expression suddenly changed, and he raised his hands to cover Ming Yueyi's ears and eyes, not wanting her to be disturbed by external objects.
Although he blocked it in time, Mingyueyi still saw and heard the voice of the messenger crane that flew in from the window.
"Junior brother, are you free to chat? I'm outside your cave."
It is a crane without fault.
A clear light flashed in Mingyueyi's eyes, and he suddenly came to his senses and pushed the boy sitting on his waist away. He sat on the ice couch and tied up his belt that had been pulled loose. He inexplicably felt guilty as if he was about to be caught.
Pu Yuemin lay listlessly behind her, watching her put on her clothes, her eyelashes trembling.
I was interrupted again.
Annoying stuff.
"Go see the eldest brother first, and don't tell anyone that I'm here." Ming Yueyi saw him lying on the couch with wet hair and messy clothes. Although she felt a little embarrassed about what had just happened, she behaved calmly.
The right path of cultivating immortals emphasizes cause and effect and reincarnation. He was the one who contracted the fox demon poison because of her, in order to prevent her from being affected by her inner demons and stagnating her cultivation in the future. Therefore, she also needs to bear the consequences.
Unexpectedly, the fox demon failed to absorb the poison, but was instead affected by the fragrance and almost engaged in dual cultivation with him in their confusion and infatuation. Fortunately, He Wujiu's crane arrived in time and prevented a major mistake.
"Did you hear that?" He didn't answer for a long time. Mingyueyi thought he hadn't heard clearly yet so she repeated it again.
The young man stood up and nodded slowly, his lips that had been stained with rouge were as bright as if they had sucked blood.
"Don't worry, Senior Sister, I won't tell him."
Mingyueyi was relieved and wanted to go out, but when he thought of the words in the Legend of the Crane, he didn't want to run into He Wujiu.
Pu Yuemin knelt on the ice couch, biting the red hairband that held his long hair together, and said to her, "Sister, you can stay in my room for the time being. Wait until Senior Brother leaves before leaving."
Mingyueyi nodded: "Okay."
"Um."
Mingyueyi watched him tie up his slightly wet hair and walk out of the room wearing this outfit.
The cold room became deserted, with only a small incense burner emitting a faint and ambiguous scent.
In the courtyard beside the frozen corridor, red plum trees stand proudly, with a refreshing fragrance. Several little puppets wrapped in thick cotton clothes sit on the plum tree, looking at the young man in the courtyard wearing a thin white robe and red smock, chattering non-stop.
The boy had a very good temper, his brows were not furrowed at all, and he watched them playing with a smile.
When He Wujiu came in, he saw a beautiful scene of red plum blossoms and winter snow. A young man was sitting in the world, with a clean face, fair skin, and beautiful eyebrows and eyes.
He seemed to notice his gaze, turned his head and smiled at him, "Big Brother."
He Wujiu walked forward and sat on a stone bench nearby: "Your spirit servant is a little different from ordinary ones."
"Yes, I went to Senior Sister's back mountain to capture a bamboo spirit." Pu Yuemin picked up the jade pottery pot and poured a cup of steaming tea. He extended his pale index finger and asked with a smile, "Big Brother, how did you find time to come today?"
He Wujiu's gaze shifted from the small puppets gathered in a circle on the tree to the clear tea in the cup, where a sparrow tongue floated. "I heard from Junior Sister today that you have already completed the introductory sword techniques and developed your own unique sword technique?"
"Hmm." Pu Yuemin raised his eyebrows and did not answer him. Instead, he asked, "Senior Sister, did you go to see Senior Brother today?"
He Wujiu held the teacup, his fingertips stroking the raised bamboo leaf pattern on the cup, and said calmly, "We just happened to meet at Tianji Pavilion."
Pu Yuemin suddenly realized something and didn't ask any more questions. He just said, "Senior Sister teaches very well. Whenever I don't understand something, she will do it herself and teach me with care."
The word "considerate" seemed to be held on the tip of his lips and tongue, wriggling out a lingering tenderness, as if announcing to others that their relationship was closer than that of ordinary people.
He Wujiu paused his fingers on the teacup, his gaze fixed on the handsome young man before him. He smiled and said, "Junior brother, you are very talented. I often tell you that you can gain enlightenment without any instruction. Perhaps you will achieve good results in this sect competition."
"Hmm..." Pu Yuemin supported his chin with one hand, not knowing what he was thinking about. A smile spread from his eyes: "Thank you, Senior Brother, for your kind words."
He Wujiu put down his unfinished tea and took out a piece of red fox fur from the mustard seed bag. "This is the fox fur that Junior Brother wanted before."
Pu Yuemin looked at the neatly stacked red fox fur on the stone table, gently stroking it with his pale fingers, his eyes revealing a bit of the innocent admiration of a young man. "Big Brother actually found it. This is exactly what I've always wanted. I can make a cloak out of it to keep warm."
Seeing that he liked it, He Wujiu smiled slightly and said, "As long as you like it, I'm glad. This is a token of my gratitude for the spirit stones you have given me recently."
Ever since he was injured outside, the wound on his waist has not healed yet, perhaps because it was eroded by demonic energy. By chance, he discovered that he could use the spiritual energy in the spirit stone to suppress the worsening of the wound, so he has been using it.
However, the longer it is used, the weaker the effect becomes. Ordinary spirit stones are no longer of much use, and high-level spirit stones are needed.
It has been Pu Yuemin who has been sending spiritual servants these days, so it is nothing to give him a high-quality red fox fur.
The young man's beautiful eyebrows were filled with joy. He caressed the fur lovingly for a long time. Then, as if he had just remembered someone else, he raised his head shyly and said, "Big Brother, it was not easy to hunt for the red fox fur. I have nothing to thank you for. I will ask the spirit servant to give you a few more spirit stones later."
"No need." He Wujiu declined, "The injury is almost healed."
"Oh, really?" Pu Yuemin did not comment, lowering her eyes to pass over his waist.
He Wujiu looked around at the ice and snow red plums: "Oh, right, I went to Junior Sister's cave and didn't see her. I thought she was practicing swordsmanship here with you, how come I didn't see her?"
Pu Yuemin smiled faintly, "Senior Sister is not here."
Are you not here?
He Wujiu's eyes flashed with surprise. Where else could his junior sister be if she wasn't here?
He thought of Mingyueyi's swollen lips and the overflowing spring in her eyes. His fingers resting on the stone table froze. Then he casually asked, "Junior Sister, have you been close to anyone lately?"
Pu Yuemin was looking at the fox fur and replied lazily, "I don't know. Senior Sister is fine with anyone."
He Wujiu was speechless. It was true. Mingyueyi had some friendship with everyone.
Since no one is here, it is not convenient for him to stay any longer.
He Wujiu stood up and looked up at the young man who was stroking the fox fur. "Is the eldest brother leaving?"
He Wujiu said, "Well, the sect competition will be held soon, and I need to go to Zhengyang Palace to handle some matters."
He Wujiu is the eldest senior brother of Fenjing Peak. He has watched his junior brothers and sisters grow up, so he feels a bit of pity for this junior brother who has just joined the sect and has a kind nature.
After he finished speaking, he added, "Junior brother, if you have any questions about swordsmanship, you can come to me. Junior sister may be busy these days and can't take care of you."
Pu Yuemin nodded with his eyes bent: "Yes."
He Wujiu nodded to him and left the cave.
But the kind-hearted junior brother in his heart was sitting in the yard, watching his back disappear. A thick snake crawled up from his back and coiled around his shoulders, its white snow and red clothes showing a harmless evil.
He raised his pale, bloodless fingers and took the slender wooden stick from the snake's mouth, picked up the red fox skin on the stone table, glanced at it coldly and spit out cold and harsh words.
"Smelly."
"idiot."
"How could Senior Sister be so busy that she wouldn't care about me? Senior Sister and I are best friends. You useless piece of shit, you're trying to sow discord between me and her in front of her."
"…vicious bitch."
The sturdy white snake tilted its head and watched the countless bad words coming out of the boy's beautiful red lips. It felt happy and hissed in agreement.
After discarding the stick, Pu Yuemin patted the snake on his shoulder and said with a gentle smile, "Go in first. Senior Sister doesn't like you. She only likes me."
The snake hissed.
He glared at the snake and it became obedient.
After the snake crawls into his spine and disappears, he summons the puppet from the tree.
The wooden idol on the tree fell to the ground like a cricket pupa, and rolled around in the red fox fur as if it had seen its mother.
He frowned and said, "Play away and don't disturb me and my senior sister."
The puppet dragged the red fox skin away.
Pu Yuemin didn't even take a look at the precious red fox fur, which was dragged into the snow and ruined. He got up and went to his bedroom.
When I opened the door again, the person inside was gone, leaving only the lingering fragrance and cold air.
Senior sister has left.
A hint of disappointment appeared on his handsome face, but after seeing the ice bed in front of him, that emotion quickly disappeared.
The young man walked slowly forward and sat on the ice couch that had re-frozen. He lay down on the ice couch as if he had a broken spine, sniffing the remaining scent with fascination.
Senior sister just left, the aura will be very strong.
He seemed to be intoxicated by the scent, and a flush of joy appeared on his gorgeous eyebrows. He did not feel satisfied until he had inhaled all the scent remaining on the ice bed. His lower body gradually turned into a snow-white snake tail that wrapped around the ice bed, and he lay on it with a flushed face.
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At the time of Shen, the sun shone on the Hanbing Mansion. Chen Ge, who had been reluctant to leave, sneaked into the cave and stood under the plaque on the high wall, wondering how to get in.
He is an outer disciple and has few opportunities to enter the Fenjing Peak, so he wants to seize this opportunity as soon as possible.
If I miss this opportunity, I don’t know when the next one will come, and the sect competition is about to begin.
He wanted to get rid of his status as an outer disciple and rely on the opportunity to be promoted to an inner disciple in the sect competition, so he must seize the opportunity today.
But now he wandered outside for a long time and couldn't find a way to get in, until a curious voice sounded above his head.
"Who are you? Do you want to see my master?"
Chen Ge looked up and saw a gorgeously dressed puppet sitting on a red plum branch sticking out from the wall. It had black hair, two blotches of red rouge on its snow-white face, and two wooden lips opening and closing.
The moment he saw the puppet, Chen Ge felt that his hard work paid off and he was finally able to get in.
Chen Ge's face was filled with joy, and he said hurriedly, "I was invited by your master. Go and inform him quickly."
The puppet swung its legs on the branch and looked at him for several times before slowly crawling in. However, it did not go to announce itself. Instead, it walked to the door, opened it, and invited him in directly.
"Come in, my dear guest. We are in the host's reception yard. Please come in and wait for a moment."
After opening the door, Chen Ge looked at the majestic spiritual energy and the fragrant plum blossoms that rushed in from inside. A longing flashed in his eyes, and he nervously raised his legs and stepped into the yard.
The cave seemed to be home to many little puppets.
As soon as he entered the threshold, countless little puppets surrounded him, talking at once, and the place was so lively as if a distinguished guest had arrived.
Chen Ge was used to being humble and had never experienced such a scene. He gradually lost himself in the worship of the puppet.
The puppet said, "Lord Dao, Lord Dao, your hands are so well-shaped. Are they used to hold a sword? Could you show them to us? We have never seen such nimble hands before."
Chen Ge infatuatedly removed his hand and handed it to the talking puppet. He watched it happily hold the two open wooden hands and chew them until they were bloody, and laughed too: "Is it really that flexible?"
"It's very flexible." The puppets rushed to chew it happily.
The other puppets, unwilling to give up, surrounded him and said, "Master Dao, Master Dao, your legs are so beautiful! You must use them for flying with a sword! How amazing!"
Chen Ge took off his legs, lay on the ground, and crawled forward with one foot and one hand, leaving bright red crawling marks on the white snow.
The puppet admired him even more, chattering and praising him all the way. In the end, he didn't even reach the yard, and all that was left was his eyes gouged out, his ears and nose cut off, leaving only a mutilated body.
The little puppets were full and stopped praising him. They scattered in all directions, their laughter clear and innocent.
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