Chapter 70 Chapter 70 Sheshe really wants
Ming Yueyi heard his uncontrollable shuddering sigh, and her scalp went numb. She stopped bothering with her wet hair and simply reached out, grabbed his hair and pushed him directly onto the couch.
She accidentally fell into his arms.
The black hair instantly became darker.
Ming Yueyi's expression was dazed, and a soft chirp like a nightingale escaped from her lips. Before she could recover, he held her hip like a mad dog smelling meat, and rubbed her lips with his.
The cold tongue seemed to turn into a snake's tongue, stirring in the lips, and the long hair under the skirt did not stop.
The lychees were crushed into a pulp, revealing their red and moist flesh, which was sticky all over the surface.
Ming Yueyi was completely distracted, forgetting where she was and that the handsome young man holding her was not a human being.
The snow-white tail replaced the black satin hair that was already wet, and it was wrapped around her. He took her to the bed between the mattresses, hugged Qi Cong, and they were like mandarin ducks embracing each other.
The candlelight falling on the couch seemed to have turned into a red gauze curtain, and two young bodies were squirming in the curtain, inseparable.
The candle wick burned out, the last long line of green light went out, and the sky outside was dark.
There was no day or night in the room, so no one knew how long they had been making love.
Until a bony, pale finger touched the wick, and with a "puff", rows of extinguished lights rekindled.
The view in front of him was broad and clear. The young man was naked and disheveled, holding Mingyueyi, who was lying in his arms with a rosy face and breathing softly. They were connected as if never separated, and he liked this tight embrace very much.
Shi Feng's appearance was different from his smiling eyes.
Ferocious and vicious.
Ming Yueyi's body was unsteady, her hands resting weakly on his shoulders. As she swayed back and forth, her voice became hoarse.
"Puyuemin, that's enough. It's almost noon. I, I have something to do today."
The sound she had been holding back for a long time finally softened in his ears, but he seemed not to hear it and continued to collide.
The puffing sound echoed lingeringly, accompanied by the young man's long and passionate moans. She felt a heat in her ears, and he had no intention of stopping at all.
Ming Yueyi buried herself in the cool crook of his neck, and once again recovered from the shivering sensation. Seeing that he was unrestrained and didn't know how to stop, she hurriedly grabbed his long hair and said hoarsely, "Asshole, if you don't stop, there won't be a next time."
At this moment, even the insults the woman used were soft, and it was the name he loved to hear the most at this moment.
His cheekbones turned even redder, and he almost instantly reached happiness.
A chill penetrated Mingyueyi, and her mind was suddenly as if a string had been broken. There was a hazy mist in front of her eyes, her eyes were dazed, her red lips were slightly open, and her sweet tongue could not suppress the sound as he held it in his hand and kissed her.
It will overflow after just a few dozen breaths.
She vaguely heard the young man murmur with a smile: "Senior Sister, I'll wait for next time."
Ming Yueyi barely came back to her senses, kicked away the clinging boy as if she had been drained of her energy by a male ghost, and crawled to the side using almost both her hands and feet.
Cold hands grasped her ankles and pulled her back.
He held her in his arms from behind with pity, leaned his head on her shoulder in a sickly manner, and whispered to her to stay: "Senior sister, don't go, I want to tie your hair for you."
The dishonest black hair was entangled in her body, as were the boy's slender hands and feet. Mingyueyi was completely unable to move.
She was forced to stay.
Because Puyuemin's movements were restricted, he placed the plain bronze mirror he had found in the mustard seed bag on the couch.
Ming Yueyi watched him kneeling behind her, gently combing her long black hair with a sandalwood comb carved with exquisite patterns.
The boy's appearance was truly beautiful, his thick eyebrows like those of Cui Yu were covered with a thick mist, and after not seeing the sun for a long time, they became even paler, like rotten bones, and his skin was revealed through the hazy spring smoke outside the door. His appearance was better than that of a girl, but he was so young that he did not look effeminate.
Mingyueyi stared at him.
Pu Yuemin was tying her hair. Noticing her gaze, he looked up and smiled at her with a relaxed brow.
If she told anyone that such an innocent boy was a monster, they would think she was crazy.
Mingyueyi turned her eyes away and stopped looking at him.
"Senior Sister, it's done." He inserted the red hairpin and lifted her chin from behind, his eyes full of satisfied appreciation. "Senior Sister is so beautiful."
Ming Yueyi looked at herself in the mirror. Although she seemed to be the same as usual, a closer look revealed that she was particularly refined.
Pu Yuemin's hair-tying technique was very skillful, the bun was beautiful and matched her appearance, and even her makeup was impeccable, emphasizing the beauty of the parts, which truly lived up to the word "good-looking" that he praised.
Ming Yueyi's eyes swept across his skin, avoiding his thin fingers: "Your hair is tied up, it's time to let it go."
"Oh, I almost forgot." He smiled with a red face and pulled off the boneless legs that were wrapped around her waist in a twisted posture like a snake's tail.
"Senior Sister is fine."
Ming Yueyi glanced at his smooth and slender legs, stood up from the couch, and suddenly something grabbed her hair and pulled her back.
She fell into the boy's arms again, watching his slender fingertips lift up their hair that was tangled together again as if sick.
He smiled, "Senior Sister, you see, even though we are married, our love for each other is inseparable."
Mingyueyi frowned, took out a pair of scissors, cut the tuft of hair, stood up and left without looking back.
"How heartless." Pu Yuemin sat there and watched her disappear. He slowly picked up a strand of black hair that had fallen on the ground and was still entangled with her. He rolled it up in circles with his pale fingertips and smiled palely as if he had found a treasure.
In the dim room, in front of the couch was the mirror that Bai Ri Ming Yue Yi had not taken away.
The young man knelt on the couch, his pale fingertips hooked into her long hair, braiding her broken hair one by one, with expectation in his eyes.
Senior sister will definitely see it when she comes back.
But...when will Senior Sister come back?
He felt uneasy and missed her, even though she had just left.
A strand of hair on his fingertip was pulled off, and heartache appeared in his eyes. He held the broken hair and rubbed Li's face against it gently.
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When Mingyueyi came out, the outside was already cornered, and there was also progress in Guan Qingyun's case.
After Qi Xueqing and Guan Qingyun had their argument and left, they met again in private and were spotted by someone. The person who spotted them was the disciple who had fought with the Dan Xiufeng disciple on the stage yesterday.
However, for some unknown reason, the disciple has not yet regained consciousness. He was sent to the disciplinary hall yesterday and has been in a state of madness ever since, drawing his sword to confront anyone he meets.
When the elder of the Discipline Hall saw that the disciple was not wearing the token issued by the sect to suppress evil spirits from entering his body, he realized something was wrong and was afraid that an evil spirit had entered his body, so he informed the sect leader of the matter.
When Mingyueyi arrived, He Wujiu just came out of the conference hall.
"Big Brother, what happened? When we arrived, we heard from them that the disciple was possessed by an evil spirit yesterday."
He Wujiu nodded, "It's an evil spirit that has entered the body."
Ming Yueyi frowned and asked, "How was the matter regarding the little junior sister decided?"
In her previous lives, Guan Qingyun destroyed her own spiritual roots after killing someone, but she died earlier. At that time, Guan Qingyun was still imprisoned in Danxiu Peak, so we have never known Guan Qingyun's final outcome, nor do we know how she is being dealt with now.
He Wujiu said calmly, "This matter is no longer a simple matter involving disciples of the sect. I'm afraid Junior Sister will have to stay at Danxiu Peak for a while. We can make a decision after we have thoroughly investigated the matter."
Ming Yueyi walked side by side with him, raised her eyes and asked, "Big Brother, do you think Junior Sister would kill someone?"
No matter how many lives she has lived through, Guan Qingyun is just like her, no one believes him, not even the eldest senior brother who seems to care for his fellow junior brothers and sisters.
He Wujiu paused, tilted his head and lowered the curtain to think, his elegant outline was coated with a thin layer of golden light.
Mingyueyi waited patiently for his answer.
For a moment, the young man, like a brother protecting his sister, was too upright and selfless. He shook his head in response to her words: "Although my junior sister may be spoiled at times, her character is not vicious enough to kill people."
"But," he said, his tone shifting, hinting at something: "If Junior Sister is possessed by an evil spirit, then we have no choice but to believe it or not."
The ancestor predicted that the Demon King is about to come to the world, and demons from all sides are now showing strange signs. If Qi Xueqing's death is not resolved, Guan Qingyun may bear the sin and kill people because of the demon.
The words seemed a little heavy, and He Wujiu turned to ask her in a gentle voice: "Junior sister, are you going to see the younger junior sister?"
Ming Yueyi nodded: "Go."
Guan Qingyun was imprisoned in the dungeon of Danxiu Peak. Because he was a direct disciple, his situation was not as miserable as expected.
The girl sat on a stone couch covered with hay, swinging her legs and staring blankly in boredom. When she heard a familiar voice outside, her eyes suddenly lit up.
Guan Qingyun jumped down from the stone couch, skipped a few steps to the iron railing, and looked outside excitedly: "Ming Yueyi, Ming Yueyi, you finally came to see me."
She was the only one in the entire dungeon, and the empty space was so quiet that the sounds kept coming one after another, but when they reached Mingyueyi's ears, only echoes remained.
She and He Wujiu came in from outside. Guan Qingyun was standing inside the iron bars, looking pitiful as if he wanted to touch but didn't dare.
The dungeon of Danxiu Peak is equipped with a lightning array that can lower the cultivation level of immortal cultivators, so the iron bars are full of electric currents that will prick your hands if you touch them.
"Senior Brother! Senior Brother, you came to see me too." Guan Qingyun's gaze fell on the young man, and the joy in his eyes was even greater than before. If it weren't for the iron rod that couldn't be touched, he would have grabbed it and shaken it.
He Wujiu stood outside the dungeon bars, his eyes gazing at her tenderly: "Junior Sister, are you okay?"
Guan Qingyun hurriedly shook his head and wanted to reach out to touch his sleeve, but as soon as his fingers touched the iron bars, he felt the electric shock and his whole body went hairy. He could only droop the corners of his eyes pitifully to prove himself.
"Big Brother, I'm sorry. I didn't kill Qi Xueqing. I haven't seen her since we separated. Who knows if that disciple was mistaken or if he was possessed by an evil spirit? He's slandering me."
He Wujiu said, "I know."
Guan Qingyun paused, tilting his head in disbelief: "Big Brother, do you believe me?"
He Wujiu nodded: "My junior sister and I both believe you."
Everyone thought she had killed someone and had already put the blame on her, but now the eldest brother believed her.
Guan Qingyun has liked He Wujiu since she was a child. These words moved her more than anyone else's words, and her eyes instantly filled with tears.
Ming Yueyi handed over a handkerchief at the right moment: "Not only do my senior brother and I believe that, but my second senior brother and the master also believe that you would not kill anyone."
Guan Qingyun took the handkerchief she handed him, pursed his lips, nodded with red eyes, and asked, "What about my junior brother? Second Senior Brother comes to see me every day, and you and Big Brother come too, so why didn't my junior brother come?"
This matter was caused by her junior brother. She felt that the one who should have come to see her was her junior brother, but he never showed up.
He Wujiu said, "Junior brother is still in seclusion, so he may not know about it yet."
"Mingyueyi has the best relationship with my junior brother. Can't you talk to him and ask him to come and see me too?" Guan Qingyun looked at Mingyueyi with misty eyes.
When Mingyueyi heard her mention Pu Yuemin, he withdrew his fingertips from his sleeves and paused. There seemed to be a faint coldness licking the back of his neck.
Guan Qingyun called out again: "Senior Sister?"
Ming Yueyi shook his head naturally, "I don't know where he is in seclusion. If I see him, I will tell him."
"Alright." Guan Qingyun instantly lost his temper, his eyes revealing a look of disappointment. He said to Ming Yueyi, "Then if you see me, please remember to tell me that I'm having a really hard time here. Very hard."
Mingyueyi nodded: "Yeah."
Guan Qingyun complained, "I don't know when I can get out. The disciples here all think I killed their senior sister and roll their eyes at me every day."
Mingyueyi comforted her, while He Wujiu stood aside and occasionally spoke to her.
The prison visiting time is almost here.
Before leaving, Ming Yueyi said to her, "Junior Sister, no matter what, before the truth is fully revealed, do not do anything to prove your innocence."
If she destroyed her own spiritual roots, she would be doomed to never be able to practice Taoism again.
"Yeah." Guan Qingyun nodded obediently, looking at her with tearful eyes: "I know."
Mingyueyi glanced at her, then looked away and left the dungeon with He Wujiu.
The disciples of Dan Xiufeng closed the dungeon's barrier again.
After Mingyueyi and He Wujiu walked away, they looked at each other. After years of getting along, they could see each other's intentions at a glance.
He Wujiu looked into her bright dark chestnut eyes and asked, "Junior sister, do you want to go see that disciple?"
"Yes." Mingyueyi nodded, "I want to see the demonic energy that's infected that disciple."
He Wujiu agreed gently: "I will go with Junior Sister."
"good."
Because the disciple was infected with evil spirits and was now imprisoned in the Demon Locking Tower, the two of them left Dan Xiu Peak and went to the Demon Locking Tower.
The disciples of the Demon Locking Tower opened the barrier and let the two in.
The Demon Locking Tower is eerie and cold, with dim light and fog all around. One needs to light candles to see anything.
He Wujiu was walking along the corridor with Mingyueyi, holding a firefly grass lantern.
The monster in the Demon Locking Tower was eaten not long ago, so it now seems particularly empty. There are only the sounds of two people's footsteps in the entire corridor.
The disciples infected by the evil spirit were locked on the second floor.
When Mingyueyi saw him, he finally understood why he was locked up on the second floor.
This disciple's pupils were completely black, his mouth was filled with fishy saliva, a thick black mist lingered between his brows, a pair of large wings sprouted from his spine, he had broad feet and long nails, and he was a complete monster.
He Wujiu saw the surprise in her eyes and explained, "This disciple was possessed by the swamp demon before he even came to Qingyun Sect. But now, for some unknown reason, he was suddenly exposed and fought with the disciples in public, so he was discovered."
Ming Yueyi looked at the monster with the chain around its throat and frowned, "Since you've already been homogenized by the monsters, why didn't you say anything?"
He Wujiu said, "This is what the Sect Master meant."
Mingyueyi looked up at him in surprise.
The reason why Qingyun Sect has recruited so many disciples is that they use words that can ward off evil spirits to get those disciples to join. Now, an infected monster is publicly revealed in the sect, but they actually concealed it.
He Wujiu said: "There is more than one monster in the sect. The reason it was exposed must be because of the orders of a high-level monster. So we can't alert them now."
Ming Yueyi seemed to be thinking: "So now the Sect Master wants to use this monster to lure out the others?"
He Wujiu was about to nod when the lamp in his hand suddenly dimmed.
He subconsciously abandoned the lamp and grabbed Mingyueyi beside him: "Junior sister, be careful."
Ming Yueyi leaned against him, sensing a wriggling sound around him. "There's something."
He Wujiu responded, his phoenix eyes staring vigilantly at the darkness, with a thick aura of death between his nostrils.
All the monsters in the Demon Locking Tower had been eaten long ago, so how could there be other monsters now?
He Wujiu tilted his head and said, "Junior sister, hold the hilt of my sword and follow me closely. Don't let go."
Ming Yueyi placed the cold hilt of the sword in his hand and grasped it with his fingers, "Okay."
He Wujiu noticed that she had already grasped it, and with Bai Ji in one hand, he drew a sharp sword intent in the air.
The thing crawling in front was instantly split in half, but it was still there.
Mingyueyi followed behind him, playing the role of a junior sister whose cultivation had declined, and her steps were in sync with his.
The two men were from the same school and had a natural understanding of each other. He Wujiu did not need to pay too much attention to Ming Yueyi who was holding the hilt of the sword. He chopped in the direction of the squirming movements around him with a cold look on his face.
I didn't know what that thing was, but when I cut it, there was a gurgling sound of water breaking, and the water was sticky and stood under my feet.
Although the taste is not strong, it is disgusting and weird.
Mingyueyi was distracted for a few moments by the disgust, and suddenly felt something wet and sticky on his neck. He subconsciously let go of the hilt of the sword and wanted to wipe off the sticky stuff.
"Junior sister, be careful." He Wujiu's voice rang out.
Warm fingertips brushed across her neck, the stickiness on her shoulders was broken, her face felt cold, and the next moment she was suddenly pressed against the wall.
It is a crane without fault.
The young man's strong body was like a collapsing mountain, pressing down on her. There was something sticky under her feet, and she sat on the ground with her arms around He Wujiu.
"Uh..." He seemed to groan.
When Mingyueyi heard his voice, he subconsciously wanted to take out the magic weapon of light from the mustard seed, but was held down by a hand.
"Junior sister, don't light the lamp."
Ming Yueyi's hand paused, and he leaned against the wall, eyes open in the darkness, and asked with concern: "Brother, are you okay? Are you hurt?"
He Wujiu's soft breathing could be heard in the darkness. He was silent for a few breaths before replying, "It's okay."
Mingyueyi clearly smelled the smell of blood.
"Senior brother, you are injured," she said.
He Wujiu didn't say anything.
He didn't want to light the lamp, so Mingyueyi reached out to touch him. He didn't dodge, so she easily felt the wetness on his hand.
Her fingertips were soft, with a few thin calluses from long-term housework. They felt like ants crawling on the back of his hand, and he trembled for no reason.
"Junior sister..."
"Brother, are you here?" Mingyueyi interrupted him.
He Wujiu opened his lips slightly, and before the word "yes" came out of his lips, he suddenly noticed that Mingyueyi in his arms slowly lowered her head.
The fragrance on the hair was like the scent of pomelo, lingering around his nostrils. If he was not careful, it would be inhaled into his lungs, causing an indescribable tremor in his chest, especially when the soft lips covered his fingertips.
His fingers trembled, as if he wanted to pull back, but they were held tighter, and a soft and fragrant tongue brushed across the back of his fingers.
She raised her eyes and glared at him in the darkness, her tone vague: "Brother, don't move. I'm checking to see if the monster is poisonous."
Some monsters are naturally poisonous, like a fox demon with a high level of cultivation. Although its fox demon poison is not fatal, it is really shameful.
You can check whether there is any poisonous demon. Not only can you use your tongue to taste it, but you can also observe its shape and smell it.
It was he who forbade the lighting of the lamp.
Mingyueyi concentrated her spiritual power to protect her throat, careful not to swallow the poisonous blood. She lowered her eyes and didn't look at him, tasting it carefully.
He Wujiu froze in place, his eyes lowered as he stared at her in the darkness. His elegant face seemed shrouded in mist.
Ming Yueyi concentrated on tasting the blood from his fingertips, seemingly unaware of his gaze on her. After confirming that the blood was not poisonous, she raised her head with her fingertips in her mouth and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother, it's not poisonous."
The young man kneeling between her legs seemed to be still in a daze, his body stiff and motionless.
Seeing that he was silent, Ming Yueyi looked at him puzzledly: "Big Brother, what's wrong?"
Then He Wujiu moved. He moved his fingertips, touching her brow bone, moving it bit by bit with an eerily gentle touch.
Human body temperature is different from that of snakes. It is warm, and even when desire arises, it remains reserved and warm.
“…”
Mingyueyi looked at him blankly with her dark chestnut eyes, her cheeks flushed, as if she had no idea why he suddenly behaved like this.
"Big Brother, what's wrong?"
He said nothing, his long eyelashes drooped, and his jade-like face was shrouded in darkness, without any trace of his usual gentleness. His fingertips moved from his brow down to the corner of her lips.
Mingyueyi was stunned for a moment.
In her memory, although He Wujiu would use her to sacrifice his sword, he was indeed a gentleman and would not touch his junior sister in such an offensive way. He never lacked the qualities that a male protagonist should have, and he was even more aloof.
On his way to becoming a god, he was surrounded by countless beautiful women, but he had never been truly moved by any of them. Even with Xia Niang, whom he considered the most special person in his eyes, he had never been intimate with her.
Although she remembered not finishing the whole book, she had read the ending in advance.
In the end, there was no woman around him. It can be said that He Wujiu was only focused on practicing the ruthless way and had no interest in romance. He might even have cut off all romantic roots long ago.
Such a cold and abstinent nature is most suitable for practicing the ruthless sword art, so he was able to successfully ascend.
But now, the person who was originally sitting and leaning against the stone wall raised his body silently, and a tall dark shadow loomed in front of him, and it was unknown what he was looking at.
Mingyueyi stared at his looming figure approaching and stepped back a little.
He Wujiu noticed that she was hiding, so he raised his bony hand and inserted it into her hair, leaning over to try to see her clearly in the darkness. He felt an oppressive scrutiny for no reason.
Although Ming Yueyi didn't know why he suddenly became abnormal, she could clearly feel that his self-control was not as strong as she thought.
At least not now.
"Big Brother, the demon liquid." She raised her hand, grabbed his sleeve and tugged secretly.
A very light sound, like mist drops dripping from the bells and drums in the foggy forest into a puddle, finally made him somewhat sober. He suddenly stopped when he realized what he wanted to do.
His strength loosened, the oppressive pressure left, and Mingyueyi was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
The woman's voice was soft and her breathing was very different from usual. He Wujiu raised his head and looked at her from the darkness.
Even though he couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, he could clearly feel that it was his junior sister in his arms.
Just now, he was affected by the evil spirit and wanted to offend his junior sister.
"Sorry." As he whispered an apology, a light suddenly came on.
Ming Yueyi's vision suddenly became clear. He leaned against the stone wall, blinking his thick eyelids. He could see clearly that the young man kneeling in front of him had a flushed face and there was a hint of guilt in the lust that was blurred in his pupils. He was completely different from the cold and gentle swordsman in the daytime.
For a moment, the two looked at each other, and no one spoke.
The surroundings were filled with sticky demonic fluid, and not far away there were demons hanging on chains. In such a strange demon-locking tower, an indescribable ambiguous atmosphere lingered.
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