Chapter 52 Chapter 52 Snake in Two
"Hmm."
A comfortable groan dissipated the ripples in his mind, and he looked at the senior sister in front of him with trembling eyelashes.
Mingyueyi was almost driven crazy by lust, and could not help but raise her neck and offer her exposed body to him.
"Senior Sister..." He stared at her charming appearance with a dazed look in his eyes. His Adam's apple rolled violently a few times. He murmured joyfully and lowered his head to please her.
The woman's maturity is like a ripe fruit that is about to fall. The thin veil is wet by the boy's lips, and the obvious marks cannot be concealed under the deep marks.
He held her in his arms like a child who had not yet grown up, but his body was tall, and his tail wrapped around her was wagging excitedly.
Ming Yueyi felt that he was more like a ghost than a monster. He was probably a cold and damp ghost that was forced to drown in a river in ancient times. It would cling to people after absorbing a bit of Yang energy.
She held his head with both hands, tilted her head back to breathe, and her nostrils were filled with the passionate aura emanating from him. Like the tree in the Yue Lao Temple, countless red threads entangled and wrapped around her, making it almost suffocating.
But the young man on his body is not a human, but a monster.
He was still licking, his cold lips like a wandering little snake, sliding across the ribs and belly button.
When Ming Yueyi thought about practicing dual cultivation with something that didn't even have a human form, his eyes became clearer, but his body was still being assaulted by lust. In the face of his obviously pleasing flattery, her body flooded like spring water.
Wanting something cool, wanting to be filled.
Just as the boy spread her knees and hovered above her, his hair was suddenly pulled.
He looked up, and what he saw was not a woman's hand, but a sword.
The sword pierced his chest and even turned and went deeper.
The face of the woman holding the sword was like a lotus in the spring morning, with a shimmering blush, and her eyes were cold, beautiful, charming and inviolable.
He watched intently, his heart beating one after another in his chest, as if it would jump out at any moment. He rolled pitifully at her feet, begging for her pity and love.
The young man's skin was beautiful, and even on the verge of death, he still showed a strange and beautiful excitement. He asked happily, "Sister, do you want my heart?"
It seemed that as long as she nodded, he would immediately take out his heart and put it in front of her.
Ming Yueyi's scalp tingled as he looked at him, and his tone became even colder: "I'm going to kill you!"
She suppressed the surge of emotions that was like molten lava exploding in her body and thrust the sword deeper.
Unexpectedly, the little beast didn't get angry but laughed instead. He even opened his arms excitedly towards her, revealing the bloody hole in his chest, his eyes full of anticipation.
Expecting her to accept his gifts as she would him.
On his first day as a human, he knew that people exchanged things for things. If he wanted to practice dual cultivation with his senior sister, he should also offer something that she would feel was worthwhile.
It's just that there are words engraved on his heart.
But he thought his senior sister wouldn't mind.
He watched Mingyueyi pull out the sword that was piercing his heart, and blood splattered on her face as his waist separated from his upper body.
Ah, senior sister killed him again.
Before he lost consciousness, he was still worriedly thinking, without him, how would the poor senior sister end her estrus period?
So he had to find a new lover as soon as possible, come back to her, and accompany his senior sister through the estrus period.
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Mingyueyi killed Puyuemin again.
After she chopped the boy in half, she finally couldn't help but feel her knees weaken. She fell to the ground gasping for breath due to the surge of passion. She raised her hand and condensed her spiritual power to suppress the sudden desire with her cultivation.
After the lust in her body was temporarily suppressed, she turned to look at the corpse at her feet.
The young man who was beautiful and lively just now was now separated from his body, with his long hair covering his face and a pool of bright pus and blood under his body.
The whole room was filled with blood and the lingering smell of lust.
Mingyueyi almost vomited when she smelled the odor in the room. She tried her best to suppress her nausea and looked carefully at the corpse in front of her.
A bright red heart was revealed in the boy's chest, which was torn open by the sword. She didn't know if it was because the hearts of monsters were naturally different from those of humans, but she saw that there seemed to be densely packed words engraved on the heart.
The words scratched with fingernails were blurred in the blood, forming deformed and twisted scratches.
She glanced at it but didn't recognize a single word, so she looked away, stood up silently, held up the boy's head with one hand, and with the other hand pulled half of the body with a thick snake tail, and walked out step by step.
There is a bamboo forest in the back mountain, and she wants to go there and bury the monster herself.
The moon outside was clear and the sky was grey, but the bamboo forest was covered in thick fog. The tall bamboos grew upwards with the vitality of spring. Under the bamboo trees, a woman squatted on the ground and dug a deep pit with her sword.
Mingyueyi dragged the snake's tail and threw it in, then buried the head with soil and finally set a seal.
Even if he survived this time, he would be sealed in this pit along with the corpse and would never be able to come out to bother her again.
After doing all this, Mingyueyi felt drunk and collapsed on the small mound of earth, closing his eyes tiredly.
The evening breeze in the bamboo forest blew across her white face stained with mud and blood. A bamboo leaf fell, and the bamboos in the forest seemed to be nourished and trembled with excitement.
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early morning.
The morning light broke through the sky, and the crystal water droplets condensed on the bamboo leaves last night were shaking. A little bamboo spirit jumped on them carefully, pressing the dewdrops so hard that they could not bear the weight and dripped onto Mingyueyi's face as he lay on the ground.
She woke up from the cold.
Ming Yueyi opened her sore eyes in confusion, staring blankly at the little Zhu Ling sitting on the bamboo leaves, and the memories of last night slowly flooded into her mind.
Last night...it seemed like she killed Pu Yuemin again?
Mingyueyi's eyes were fixed as she looked at where she was. She supported herself on the ground with her hands and slowly sat up. She lowered her head to look at her skirt which was mixed with mud and blood, then turned to look at the small mound that had been newly dug out beside her.
Not a dream.
She really killed Pu Yuemin, then dragged his body to the back mountain of He Wujiu, buried him there, and set a seal.
But is his body really here? Will I see him again when I go back?
The hesitation on Mingyueyi's face was replaced by seriousness. He pursed his lips, picked up the sword on the ground, and dug a fresh hole again.
The small mound of earth was dug up, and lying inside was a beautiful boy's head and a beheaded corpse with a human body and a snake tail.
Not only was it not a dream, everything I encountered last night was real.
Pu Yuemin, who had been killed but not completely dead, came back to find her.
Mingyueyi looked calmly at the mess in the pit.
This time she was absolutely certain that the demon was dead. Its body had been buried in the soil overnight, and the wounds were occupied by underground ants and insects.
Looking at the insects crawling on the snake's tail, Mingyueyi reinforced the seal again, then took out the blood-removing powder from the storage bag, and sprinkled it evenly around the bamboo forest with realgar powder.
After restoring the bamboo forest to its original state, she planned to return to the cave to tidy up her bedroom which was covered in blood residue and also wanted to get rid of the aura on her body.
But soon after she left the bamboo forest, she suddenly lost the strength to control the sword and fell directly from the sword to the ground.
Mingyueyi leaned on the ground with her hands, her face flushed as she gasped for breath to resist the rising tide of passion.
Something was wrong. She found that her whole body was not right at the moment. Her body was hot and even her hair seemed to be burning.
Why does she still have this feeling even though Pu Yuemin is already dead?
Ming Yueyi wanted to fly back to the cave on his sword, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.
She was eager and desperate to get physical relief, and used her spiritual power to suppress it, but in the end, the powerful spiritual power became scorching hot after entering her body, and she felt like she was in boiling magma.
no.
She couldn't stay here. Even if He Wujiu didn't find her, someone else would.
Mingyueyi broke a wooden stick, supported his weak body and stood up and walked forward. After taking a few steps and gasping for breath, he finally fell to the ground weakly.
Mingyueyi gritted her teeth and groaned in a daze, her mind suddenly recalling the boy's cold tail, cold lips and body temperature from last night.
If she hadn't killed Pu Yuemin, but used his tail to soothe her emptiness, it would have been able to alleviate some of the pain.
Or, she could go back now and dig out that tail and stuff it in there.
Ming Yueyi thought about the thick snake tail and couldn't help but put her hand on her swollen chest. In her blurred consciousness, she vaguely saw a snow-white sleeve hovering in front of her eyes, and asked her in a gentle tone.
"Junior sister, why are you here?"
Mingyueyi was unable to answer him at this moment. Her eyes rolled up and she fainted.
He Wujiu knelt down and helped Mingyueyi, who was covered in cold sweat, up. He was surprised that she appeared here and became so embarrassed.
When he pressed her pulse with two fingers, he realized that the spiritual power in her body was in turmoil. With a slightly stern look on his face, he picked up Mingyueyi and flew back to her cave.
When we entered the cave, Xia Niang came out to greet us.
Unexpectedly, he was suddenly slapped for no reason.
Xia Niang looked up in surprise, fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. She wanted to ask what had happened, but she saw the young man standing in front of her holding the flushed Mingyueyi in his arms, and setting up a secret barrier with a cold expression.
This is going to kill her!
Xia Niang was horrified. She didn't know what had angered this old man that made him so eager to kill her.
"He Wujiu, wait, wait a minute." She didn't care about the blood at the corner of her mouth, rolled on the ground to avoid his sword, and hurriedly called for a stop.
"Why do you treat me like this after you come back? If you want to kill me, you have to give a reason."
He Wujiu's brows remained motionless. He held the sword indifferently, piercing her shoulder blade and pinning her to the ground. "Xia Ji, you didn't take a single word I said to heart."
Although his tone was gentle and polite, it was filled with murderous intent.
Xia Niang's face was pale, and she didn't dare to cover her wound. "Why didn't I obey? It's really the conscience of heaven and earth. How many demons in the world listen to the monks like me?"
She cried out in grievance, but He Wujiu was unmoved and asked her, "Did you cause the smell on my junior sister?"
Xia Niang's gaze fell on the woman in his arms. Her eyes suddenly paused, and her eyes instantly showed greedy desire.
What a strong smell of estrus.
In fact, she had smelled something since He Wujiu appeared around the Liusen Cave with someone in his arms, so she came out to see what was going on. Who knew it was a disaster from the sky.
Xia Niang gritted her teeth, put away her demonic nature, and retorted: "It's not me, I'm already past my estrus period."
"If it's not you, who else could it be?" He Wujiu slashed the sword down another inch.
In the entire Qingyun Sect, the only snake in estrus is Xia Niang.
Xia Niang didn't expect him to suddenly strike her with a sword. She gasped, angry but unable to speak. "I don't know. It really wasn't me. I was always in front of you, not under your junior sister's nose. At the very least, if you really doubt me, just kill me."
There are so many snake monsters in the Futu Sea, but He Wujiu chose to capture her and keep her by his side. He would definitely not kill her for such a small matter.
He Wujiu ignored her provocation. After calming down, he realized the reason and drew out his sword indifferently, glancing at the blood on her body that had stained the ground.
After saying "clean it up", he carried the burning Mingyueyi into the inner room.
Xia Niang covered her wound and sneered at the young man's receding back.
If her guess was correct, the smell of estrus was picked up by that adult. Although she didn't know where that adult had gone, it would be a real sight if he returned and saw that He Wujiu had snatched his senior sister away.
He Wujiu didn't know what had happened to Ming Yueyi, so he laid her down on the couch as soon as he entered the room.
He looked at Mingyueyi lying on the couch, his brows furrowed.
Before, he saw her in such a mess that he didn't look closely to see what was wrong. But now he saw clearly that there were bite marks on her red lips that were not her own, and that she exuded a strong aura of love.
lust.
He raised his hand and stroked her slender neck, feeling the arteries on her neck beating in his palm. The emotion in his eyes was covered with coldness, and he whispered softly: "Junior sister, what on earth happened to you?"
He not only asked about today, but also about the past few years. He didn't know why his junior sister, who had been by his side since he joined the mountain sect, suddenly became distant from him.
She was good friends with Guan Qingyun, slept drunkenly in the clouds with Li Changming, enjoyed the scenery and gambled with other disciples, and even took on tasks together. She also took good care of her younger junior brothers who came later, but she was unfamiliar with him. Although the junior sister seemed to behave as usual, something was wrong.
Normally it was fine for her to get close to other men, as he knew her temper very well. But today she collapsed on the road with a dirty smell.
"Ming Yueyi." He Wujiu folded his five fingers together, looked at her gradually flushed cheeks, leaned down and nose to nose with hers, and asked softly: "Tell me, how about I kill you?"
Ming Yueyi heard this in a daze, and his throat felt as if a thousand pounds were pressing down on it, with a strong feeling of suffocation coming over him.
Someone wants to kill her.
She wanted to struggle, but her feverish body was too weak, so she could only let him do what he wanted until she could no longer breathe, and the hands that were strangling her neck slowly moved away.
As the suffocation dissipated, she breathed frantically with an extremely strong desire to survive, and unconsciously circulated the spiritual power in her body to suppress the surging tide of emotions. However, no matter how hard she tried, her body was still burning hot and limp.
She wanted something cool, wanted to be... filled, she thought madly.
The hand on her neck moved up, and the fingertips fell on her lips like warm drops of water.
So comfortable.
She couldn't help but raise her hot red face to rub it.
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