Chapter 57 Chapter 57 (15,500 words plus more) Snake...
Ming Yueyi didn't focus on the 'dead boy'. Her top priority now was to practice in order to prepare for the unknown risks brought about by the subsequent collapse of the plot.
There was a heavy rain at night, and the entire Fenjing Peak was shrouded in thick wet fog. Only a corner of the peak could be vaguely seen, as if the face of a charming beauty would suddenly appear when the mist was pushed away.
Thick fog seeped out from the cracks in the window. Mingyueyi, who had been meditating on the couch all night, suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his body, and the spiritual energy surrounding his body instantly became hot.
It's so hot.
She leaned uncomfortably on the couch, secretly using her spiritual power to suppress the sudden heat in her body as she had done before.
Spiritual energy is hot, and as it flows into the body, it causes even more heat and swelling.
Mingyueyi withdrew his spiritual power, opened his collar and gasped with a flushed face.
It’s still very hot.
It was as if the dry wheat leaves exposed to the sun on the ridges of the fields in summer were ignited by a huge fire, burning her face red and making her uncontrollably want to touch something cold to relieve the pain.
The feeling lingering in his body was the same as the time he "killed" Pu Yuemin before, his limbs were burning and weak, and he had difficulty breathing.
No matter what she did, it was just a drop in the bucket. She was so uncomfortable that she tossed and turned on the couch to relieve the heat.
The abnormality of her body did not give her too many choices. At this moment, she just wanted to relieve the indescribable heat.
So she stumbled and stood up from the couch, took off the outer garment hanging on the wooden rack and put it on, intending to take a soak in the hot spring.
But when she opened the door without any preparation and saw clearly outside the house, her expression froze.
In the courtyard shrouded in thick fog, the damp and cold wind was like a piece of thin paper soaked in water, sticking to the cheeks so cold that people subconsciously hold their breath, and the unbearable heat in her body seemed to subside a little.
On such an eerily cold morning, a gorgeous young man sat obediently on a stone bench in the yard, his long black hair hanging down on the hem of his bright red robe, with silvery white water droplets condensing on his eyelashes and hair.
He smiled and said to her, "Senior Sister, you finally came out. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
After he had worked hard to recover from being beheaded, he came. Seeing that she was practicing, he did not disturb her and sat outside waiting for her obediently.
After being wet in the rain all night, he finally waited for his senior sister to come out and see him.
He raised his white chin and sniffed the humid rainy season air coming from the house. He smelled a sweet odor and his eyes turned scarlet.
"Senior Sister, you are in heat, and I can help you." He looked at her with a smile, his neck erect like a snake.
But before he could say anything more, the first person to attack him was not the gentle senior sister, but a long sword emitting cold air that brushed across his neck.
His voice died abruptly as his throat was cut.
After a while, the head that was supported on the boy's beautiful body separated from the body, and finally hovered crookedly at his feet. He didn't even have time to close his eyes that were full of excitement. Blood kept dripping and flowed all over the ground.
Mingyueyi flew over with a long sword in hand and stood in front of the boy's body, lowering his head to look into those strange eyes.
The eyes seemed to be alive, clearly lifeless but still staring at her, as if countless mouths were born above the eyes, smiling tenderly at her.
This demon is impossible to kill. It keeps coming back and it seems like it can't be killed no matter what.
Ming Yueyi calmly dug out the pair of scarlet eyeballs embedded in the eye sockets with shaking hands and threw them out of the window, leaving them to be bitten and eaten by the nightingale raised in the yard.
She originally wanted to deal with the body first, but the blood that was boiling again in her body seemed to be almost dried up.
The unbearable heat was more intense than before.
Mingyueyi didn't care about the boy still lying on the ground and stumbled into the bathtub.
The water in the bath was warm and could not relieve her heat as before.
Mingyueyi felt hotter and hotter as she bathed, so hot that her sanity suddenly collapsed, and wet water splashed all over the edge of the pool.
Until a snake crawled in through the window.
The snake fell silently into the water and wrapped around her naked body. It was so cold that she couldn't help but sigh in comfort.
She reached into the water and took hold of the cold snake.
Because he was immersed in lust, Mingyueyi did not notice that the snake's body was white and its eyes were red.
It was screaming with excitement.
Mingyueyi soaked in the pool all night before the heat in her body was relieved.
She was in a daze and unable to get up from the pool. She walked out of the bathroom with unsteady feet, and then opened the door without any precautions as she did yesterday. She saw the young man lying in a pool of blood last night again.
Just like yesterday, it's here again.
The boy had a pretty face, so fair that you couldn't tell he had been chopped in two yesterday. Now he was intact again, sitting outside obediently waiting for her to come out.
The huge golden sun that had just risen over the distant mountains not far away cast his figure into a hazy state, as hazy as that which only appears in a dream.
"Senior Sister."
His eyes were charming when he smiled, and his pale, bloodless face showed no displeasure at all. He was as pure and harmless as the young man who sat in the school waiting obediently for the teacher to teach.
Ming Yueyi looked at his increasingly beautiful face. Unlike the calm expression on his face, she seemed to be able to clearly hear the acid churning in her stomach, and her mind was a tangled mess. His whole body, which had been softened by the soaking in the pool, seemed to be floating on the clouds.
She felt that everything in front of her and everything under her feet was no longer real.
It's all fake. This world is fake, people are fake, and the young snake demon in front of me who has died and resurrected several times is also fake.
Otherwise, after so many times, he could still appear intact, and even look more delicate and beautiful than yesterday, the day before, and even than the first time I saw him.
Why...why can't she kill him? Who on earth is he and why does he keep pestering her?
How many times has it happened?
Mingyueyi leaned against the door frame, covering her head with her hands, her temples throbbing wildly against her fingertips.
The young man in the yard saw that her face was too pale, so he swam towards her worriedly.
It swam here, not using its legs, but its thick, long, beautiful snake tail, just like a snake.
Ming Yueyi leaned her back against the door frame, staring at him with a disordered breath, her mind tense as if a string would collapse at the slightest touch.
She should have turned and run, but she had nowhere to escape now. She had a terrifying feeling that no place was safe and that he would find her no matter where she went.
He would wrap his tail around her and strangle her.
The boy was not as she thought, but stopped gently in front of her, with pity visible in his charming eyes.
He extended his cold fingers to touch her trembling eyelashes and asked in confusion, "Senior Sister, why are you looking at me like that? You shouldn't be afraid of me."
The fingers on his face were too cold. Ming Yueyi had always thought that this was due to him living in a cave covered in ice and snow for many years. He never thought that he might be a snake demon who was born without warmth.
The hands caressing her eyelids at this moment felt like little snakes crawling on her face, and she felt a chill on her back.
Ming Yueyi tried her best to maintain her sanity, which was about to collapse, and asked him softly, "Who on earth are you? Why are you pestering me?"
"Me?" His charming eyes seemed unable to move widely for the time being, so his eyes tilted with his head and he smiled slightly: "Senior Sister, of course I am your junior fellow apprentice Pu Yuemin. How could you forget again?"
Ming Yueyi dodged his hand and asked again, "There are so many people in the sect, and Fen Jing Peak also has hundreds of disciples. Why are you pestering me? Is it because I killed the snake demon in Baihua Valley before, so you are seeking revenge on me?"
After coming out of Baihua Valley, she began to encounter strange things frequently. The monster in front of her happened to be a snake monster, so she could only think in this way, but he refuted it.
The young man shook his head, the condensed water droplets on his hair falling onto her skirt. He said in a gentle tone, "No, it's just that I like Senior Sister. Senior Sister also said that if I behaved well, she would reward me. I have always behaved well."
As he spoke, he leaned closer to her, hoping to draw sympathy from her.
He looked forward to her response, perhaps a gentle caress, just like before, a reward for his understanding and obedience.
His eyes rested on her shoulders, his breathing slowly rising to a scorching temperature like a human, his tone revealing a passionate desire: "Senior Sister...you should reward me."
It has been a long, long time since I practiced dual cultivation with my senior sister. I have almost forgotten what kind of joy it was. I vaguely remember that it was the most wonderful thing in the world.
He looked obsessed, and used his tall nose to push open her clothes. With his tongue full of saliva, he stretched out his forked scarlet snake tongue and slid it down along her collarbone.
The uncontrollable snake's tail wrapped around the woman's ankle, climbed up her calf and went into her skirt.
Up a little bit, and up again.
What he received was not the desired reward, but a cold sword piercing his chest.
"Evil beast, let me go!"
The woman's cold tone was followed by a "puff" sound, and her violently beating heart stopped again.
Pu Yuemin raised his face in confusion, like a beautiful toy being pierced through the body, with a fragile face as if on the verge of death, a pure white face that revealed temptation, and a strong desire that had not yet subsided.
When the thick and long snake tail wrapped around his thigh, Mingyueyi stabbed the sword into his chest without hesitation.
The young man's body was covered in blood. As he raised his head, blood flowed out from his back like water veins, forming a beautiful cracked white porcelain on his cold skin.
Ming Yueyi ruthlessly pushed the sword in completely: "Get out!"
He looked at Mingyueyi in his arms and saw that her bright eyes were full of disgust and coldness.
How could Senior Sister hate him?
The senior sister said that he was the most obedient junior brother in the world and praised him for being handsome, so how could she hate him?
A strange sweetness seemed to spread from the tip of Pu Yuemin's tongue, as if his heart had jumped out of his chest and blocked his throat, and the snake's tail loosened an inch.
Mingyueyi, who was free, raised his sword and cut off the hands that touched him.
He didn't feel any pain, and when his hand was gone, he opened his mouth and called her, "Senior Sister."
The next moment, his head was cut off, and the words he had not yet spoken were drowned out in his mouth.
But his body was still before him, and his body was still speaking.
Mingyueyi tore open the snake tail that was entangled in his skirt and chopped it off with her sword.
The boy was chopped into pieces of varying sizes, his long black hair and flesh soaked in a pool of blood, so disgusting that his original appearance could not be recognized.
The snake demon "died" again, and the ground was a mess, with either blood or broken limbs.
He now looked like a torn camellia, revealing the inner flower stems and flower liver.
The blood and flesh on the ground were talking, and these things were calling her senior sister madly and making a lot of noise.
Mingyueyi sat in the blood, panting, and kept waving the sword in her hand to madly chop the mutilated corpse. The flesh foam splattered and hung on her temples, and blood dripped from her fair cheeks.
The bright sun broke through the clouds and fell on the messy courtyard. She chopped calmly, almost in a trance.
Until there was a knock on the door.
"Senior Sister."
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