Chapter 73 Chapter 73 Snake Xiangxiang
Those eyes are so charming and captivating.
Mingyueyi's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and her wrist suddenly felt painful. Before she could react, someone pulled her consciousness forcefully.
Suddenly, a strong light appeared in front of her eyes. She opened her eyes abruptly and then quickly closed them again, her body still shaking faintly.
Those blurry eyes... so familiar.
Ming Yueyi seemed to be haunted by those eyes, and her limbs were flowing in the rainy and cold season that had not yet dissipated, until He Wujiu's voice came.
"Junior sister, are you still feeling unwell?" He Wujiu hugged her with a frown on his face. Noticing that she was trembling, he raised his hand and placed it on her ankle.
The cold air was gone, so why was she still shivering?
Just as he was about to use his spiritual power to protect her body temperature, Ming Yueyi woke up with a pale face. She looked at him with dimples and said reluctantly, "Brother, I'm fine."
He Wujiu saw that she was fine, so he helped her sit aside.
Ming Yueyi suppressed the strange throbbing in his heart and tilted his head to ask, "What happened just now?"
"Just now, Ming Yi took advantage of you and me not paying attention and tried to use a secret method to snatch you away." After saying this, he paused for a moment and then said, "Your consciousness seemed to leave your body just now, but what did you see?"
Ming Yi. Hearing this name now, she felt an indescribable chill.
Ming Yueyi's lips trembled as he nodded palely, "Yes, I was just pulled into Ming Yi's memory."
In other words, what she saw was not the real Mingyi's memory at all, but a puppet named Mingzhen. Mingzheng did not have a so-called sister. Someone gave him orders, so he was so persistent.
The real Ming Yi seemed to have left Yun Town a long time ago, and his whereabouts are unknown now.
He Wujiu paused when he heard this, his gaze falling on her trembling eyes, "Junior sister, what did you see just now?"
Mingyue pursed her lips and finally said, "It's just what I saw in his daily life at the Ming Mansion."
He Wujiu asked, "Besides the daily life of the Ming Mansion, did you see anything else?"
Ming Yueyi shook his head: "No more."
He Wujiu's brows furrowed for a moment, then relaxed, and he didn't ask any more questions. "Just now, I noticed something was wrong with you. You were so focused on Junior Sister that you accidentally let Ming Yi escape. Junior Sister, you must be extra careful these days. He treats you like a sister, and he might come looking for you again."
After saying that, he placed a jade stone around her neck and said, "It contains my strongest sword intent. If you meet him again, you can crush it."
Ming Yueyi lowered her eyes and stared at the jade hanging on her chest: "Okay."
He Wujiu asked, "Are you feeling better now? Can you still go back to the cave?"
"Hmm." Ming Yueyi looked at the corpse that had been bitten into pieces not far away, "Big Brother, what should we do with this junior brother's body?"
He Wujiu looked around for a few breaths, then walked over to carefully examine the wound, and found that apart from the hollowed-out chest, the fatal wound on his body was a neat sword wound.
"Didn't he die today?"
Ming Yueyi had recovered her strength and was about to stand up when she heard him murmur, "What?"
He Wujiu turned the mutilated corpse over and placed his fingertips on the wound. "The wound is clotted, and Ming Yi didn't have any magical weapons. He must have used claws or teeth. Therefore, the wound here should be the same as the chest wound, not such a neat wound."
Ming Yueyi stepped forward and leaned over to examine him. After a long moment of frowning, he concluded, "Sword wound."
He Wujiu was silent.
The place in the entire Qingyun Sect that uses the most swords is Fenjing Peak.
Ming Yueyi asked, "What does Senior Brother think now?"
He Wujiu said, "Take the body back first and let the Sect Master make the decision."
"Okay." Mingyueyi had no objection. This way, Guan Qingyun could be cleared of suspicion.
He Wujiu took the body to hand it over to the sect leader, but Mingyueyi did not follow because he was not feeling well.
After He Wujiu left, Mingyueyi slowly spread out his palm.
A vintage ring lies in the palm of the hand.
This is one of He Wujiu's golden fingers. It looks like an ordinary ring, but the ring will reveal its true appearance only after a drop of blood is dripped to recognize the owner.
This object is a sacred object left behind by a powerful being who ascended to heaven thousands of years ago, and the soul of the powerful being who ascended to heaven resides in it.
The soul inside will teach He Wujiu many unprecedented cultivation methods, leading him to ascend step by step to become a god.
She had just found this by accident when she came out.
It turns out that this ring is in here. He Wujiu in his previous life should have obtained this item in Yun Town, but because she took away Shang'er, it disrupted the opportunity he originally had, causing the tuberculosis ghost to haunt her all the time, so it did not fall into He Wujiu's hands.
very nice.
Mingyueyi chuckled, gathered his spiritual power, and then crushed the ring.
The moment the ring shattered into pieces, she seemed to hear a scream of intense pain.
This sound made her feel extremely comfortable.
When the last sound disappeared, Mingyueyi stood still, lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal her ankles, looked at the marks left by a strong grab, and thought of the boy who had escaped.
Know the truth.
Since the ring is in the hands of this person named Mingzhen, and not in Mingyi's hands, why has she never met Mingzhen in all her lifetimes?
Also, when did what she saw happen, and where is the real Ming Yi?
She couldn't help but think of the last scene in the illusion where she stared into the eyes of the boy whose face she couldn't see clearly.
The boy seemed to know her.
For no reason, she thought of Pu Yuemin who was locked in the dark room.
It seemed that this rebirth was different from the previous ones. She was entangled by the snake demon from the very beginning, and was not as close to Pu Yuemin as she was in the first life. The relationship between the two was just an ordinary master-disciple relationship, but he was very intimate with her from the beginning.
Thinking of Pu Yuemin's attitude towards her at the beginning, absurd and strange thoughts gradually formed in her mind.
What if... she is not the only one who is reborn, is there Pu Yuemin as well?
If he was also reborn, was he a snake demon in his previous life, or was he transformed into a snake demon for other reasons in this life?
She also discovered that although the plot of Congyun Town could be restored, there were many more people and things that had never appeared before.
If Pu Yuemin was really reborn like her, in which life was he reborn?
The more Ming Yueyi thought about it, the more headache she felt. If Pu Yuemin was really reborn from the first life, she had locked him in a dark room and ignored him. He might have died in prison. He must have resentment towards her. Maybe his current obedience and good behavior were all fake.
The snake demon might be a surprise.
Mingyueyi went to the library again.
There were many books in the library. She searched for a long time this time and finally found a book that recorded a monster that had come back to life from the dead in ancient times, and the secret method to kill it.
This kind of monster that can come back to life from the dead is called:窫窳, which has a human head and a snake tail.
No wonder she had never found it in the Snake Demon Record.
Finally seeing the monster form similar to Pu Yuemin, Ming Yueyi's breathing held slightly.
Because the above records of Yu Yu are extremely detailed, and there are even secret methods to kill this kind of monster.
It turned out that she had been wrong all along, which was why he would be resurrected again and again after being killed and haunt her.
To get rid of the evil, one must destroy its internal organs, gouge out its eyeballs and boil them, then burn its empty body with the fire of karma. Not a trace of blood can be left, otherwise it will come back to life.
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It was a deserted autumn day. No one had been to the darkroom for a long time, and the temperature inside was even colder than outside. Even the furnace was covered with thick ice, and the walls were covered with ice cracks.
The young man who was locked on the couch heard the voice, slowly raised his pale face, and stared straight at Mingyueyi who was walking down the stone steps holding a bright lamp.
"Senior Sister."
He hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, and his voice was hoarse like sandpaper, with urgency and a hint of tenderness. His slender fingers were tightly clasped on the edge of the bed, as if they would turn into their original form in the next moment because of excitement.
"Senior Sister, you are here, Senior Sister..."
Ming Yueyi didn't look at him when she came in, but hung the lamp in her hand on the wall.
Looking at the thick layer of ice on the wall, her brows furrowed, and all she could hear was the sound of shaking iron chains.
Ding-dong, like a death spell.
"Senior Sister." He was still calling, but his tone had changed from excitement to gloomy.
Mingyueyi turned her head and gave him a sweet smile for the first time, then walked towards him with a gentle expression.
Pu Yuemin had never seen her smile like this before. His eyes fell on the dimples on her lips. His pupils dilated and instantly turned into snake pupils that faded from black to red. But then he remembered that she didn't like demon pupils, so his pupils instantly turned into black round human pupils.
Ming Yueyi was holding two jugs of wine in her hands and sitting on the edge of the couch closest to him. He could hug her with just a stretch of his hand. She was so close that he could smell the rich, sweet scent of perfume on her body.
He had given it to her before.
She used it on herself for the first time.
"Sister, please apply the ointment I made with blood." Because he had been wearing chains on his neck for a long time, a red mark had long been rubbed on his cold and thin skin. He knelt down with his hands on the quilt and approached her.
Ming Yueyi leaned forward and explained, "I saw it on the dressing table after taking a shower today. I thought I hadn't seen you for a long time, so I used it."
Pu Yuemin put his arm around her shoulders, pressed her lower back against his chest, and buried his face in the crook of her neck where the woman's fragrance lingered. "It smells so good."
It smelled very good, like the scent of heels on his body, seeping into his bones and stirring his heart, making his heart itch and his tongue drool.
I really want to transform into my original form, wrap my snake tail around her, and hold her tightly in my arms.
His eyes, pressed into the crook of his neck, were blurred, his Adam's apple rolled lightly on the pale, lightless skin, and his cold body was faintly heated by the excessive desire.
Because the temperature was so weak, Ming Yueyi didn't notice it. Instead, she tilted her head and offered him her entire fragile neck. Like a shy girl, she asked him unsurely, "Is it too fragrant?"
He opened his mouth, and the sharp snake teeth that emerged lightly bit the soft flesh, and answered vaguely: "No."
What a nice smell! What a nice smell!
His breathing was a little disordered, and he unconsciously used too much force between his teeth.
"Hiss." Ming Yueyi let out a soft, gentle sound of pain. A peach-colored red mark lingered at the corner of her eye. She turned her beautiful eyes and angrily said to him, "It hurts."
Senior sister has never been so spoiled with him.
The haziness on his face dissipated for no reason. He lowered his eyes and looked down to see a white neck like a goose's neck. As she tilted her head, a thin line was drawn, and the snow-white skin was imprinted with his teeth marks.
Just like plum blossoms in the white snow.
"I'm sorry, Senior Sister." Pu Yuemin hugged her and stopped biting her. Instead, he licked her earlobe, which was not wearing an earring. "Senior Sister, what have you been busy with recently? Why haven't you come to see me for so long?"
His breath was damp and cold, brushing against Mingyueyi's ear and sending a chill down her spine. He explained, "My junior sister was framed for murdering a fellow disciple. I've been investigating this matter lately and want to clear her name quickly, so I can't help but be mindful of you."
I don’t know if he felt the comforting words, but Mingyueyi seemed to hear him laugh.
"Senior sister is really good to her." He said, "Is that all?"
"Hmm..." Ming Yueyi was a little weak because of his humour. She leaned on his arm, raised her flushed face, stared at the sky with her eyes wide open. After a few breaths, she added: "What else?"
Pu Yuemin didn't say anything, he just picked her up from the bedside and put her into the couch.
She was laid horizontally on the mattress, and the plain hairpin on her head was removed. Her soft black satin hair spread out like water, revealing her fair little face, with a cool and elegant look in her eyes.
Pu Yuemin lay in front of her, a smile on his pale and sinister face, and his bony index finger brushed the corner of her eyes, which were filled with lust.
Senior sister always looks so innocent when she lies, but the smile on his lips is getting bigger and bigger.
Mingyueyi didn't know what he was laughing at. Her eyes swept across his beautiful face and she felt a little alert.
Did he know something?
But even if I knew, I shouldn't have known it so quickly.
Her thoughts were full of thoughts, and before he leaned over to kiss her, she said, "Wait."
He raised his face, his pupils reflecting confusion.
Ming Yueyi gently pushed him away and leaned over to take the wine that was placed beside her. The young man hugged her waist from behind, staring at her as she poured the wine, and asked her, "What day is it today? Do you want me to celebrate with you, Senior Sister?"
Ming Yueyi frowned and said softly, "Let's make a pact."
He was stunned, as if he had never heard of it before. He slowly uttered the two words between his teeth: "Contract?"
"Yeah." Mingyueyi turned around and placed the poured wine in his hand, looking at his beautiful eyebrows with a faint smile.
"Wedding wine."
"Wedding wine." Pu Yuemin lowered her long eyelashes, staring at the sake poured into the wooden gourd that was split into two parts.
Ming Yueyi drank first, then saw that he was smiling but hesitated to drink. She asked softly, "What's wrong? Don't you want to?"
"Of course I am willing." Pu Yuemin raised his eyes to glance at her and drank half of the sake in the wooden gourd.
Mingyueyi watched him finish drinking calmly.
After Pu Yuemin finished drinking the wine in the wooden gourd, he suddenly held her face in his hands and bit her lips.
Mingyueyi subconsciously took a breath, and soon his tongue tip pushed into her lips and teeth, sucking her like she was looking for sweet spring water.
His lips were as cold as his body temperature. She felt as if she was holding a piece of soft ice in her lips, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in his breath.
Mingyueyi's throat couldn't help but tighten, especially since he had an iron chain around his neck.
The iron chain was hard and prickly, rubbing against their necks. She felt extremely uncomfortable and reached out to push away the cold body that was pressing on her, but her wrist was grabbed.
Pu Yuemin stared at her with his captivating dark eyes and kissed her more passionately, their saliva intertwined with each other, and occasionally when they separated, they would pull out sticky and greasy threads.
Ming Yueyi was so rough with his kiss that she couldn't swallow it. A little saliva flowed from her lips. She was gasping for breath and her words were intermittent: "Pu Yuemin, let go first, I can't breathe."
Pu Yuemin was obedient and let go of her lips, giving her a chance to relax, but the hand holding her slender wrist was not necessarily obedient. His fingertips licked along her arm like a snake's tongue and grasped her slender waist.
"Senior Sister, do you want to practice dual cultivation?" He asked with a slight breath, kissing her pale rose-colored lips until they turned red, and her beautiful face showed lust because of this red.
Although he asked this question, his fingertips were actually pressing on the back of her waist, and his entire palm was against her skin. The hem of her skirt had been caught on her knees during the struggle, and his half-bent knees just happened to touch the hem of her skirt, gently bumping against it.
Ming Yueyi trembled uncontrollably, took several breaths, blinked his sluggish eyes, and shook his head: "No dual cultivation today."
Pu Yuemin paused after hearing this, and then heard her murmur, "But you can come in."
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