Chapter 81 Chapter 81 Serpent's Heart
Mingyueyi felt dizzy for a while. When he came to his senses, he found that he had been carried into the bedroom and was being placed on the mattress.
He buried his face in her collarbone and rubbed it, his breathing rapid like a newly grown puppy that couldn't help but be in estrus, appearing particularly urgent.
The two lips that should have been closed opened, and the snow-white flesh formed a huge color contrast under the deep red peak.
One inch, sinking.
Ming Yueyi hurriedly grabbed his ears and pulled up his face: "Wait!"
The young man who was forcibly pulled up had his eyes drooping, his pointed tongue still sticking out of his lips, and he looked at her with a pure white and lustful face. However, he was not satisfied with her pause and took the opportunity to grab the disobedient creature and slap it on the open soft red flesh pillow.
The sound of slapping brought out faint splashes of water overflowing from the puddle.
Mingyueyi experienced the pleasure of punishment. Her calves trembled so much that she almost cried out. Her face flushed with disbelief as she stared at his hands holding the two objects.
But he seemed oblivious, and with a flushed face, he asked her, "Haven't I waited long enough?"
Another one.
It was lighter than before, yet more arousing, so slow that the sticky transparent thread didn't even break.
"Sister, what do you want me to wait for?" He broke his knuckles with his hands and held them in his mouth in front of her.
Ming Yueyi bit her lip and cried out, not daring to let go, fearing he would use that thing again. She hurriedly pushed his shoulder and said, "Get up first, let me think about it."
Although he didn't understand what she was thinking, he still let her go obediently, choosing between ignoring and obeying.
As soon as he let go, Mingyueyi instantly crawled to the edge of the couch like a frightened quail, looking at him warily on the other side, her eyes more complicated than he had ever seen before.
The young man looked at her, a smile on his lips, but with regret in his heart.
In fact, he could restrain his sister's hands so that she could not push him away and punish her at will, but he had to listen to his sister.
Ming Yueyi asked, "Are you still human?"
Pu Yuemin's tear-stained eyelashes trembled, and her lips flushed red: "Is my sister scolding me?"
It sounds a bit like cursing.
She chose her words carefully: "I mean, are you human?"
Still not right.
Mingyueyi was about to change his words, but Puyuemin obviously understood.
He crawled towards her and leaned against her again, whispering, "Sister, what you want to say is that there are monsters everywhere outside. Am I a human or a monster, right?"
"Yeah." Mingyueyi nodded.
He curled his lips and covered them a little, his hot breath spraying on her skin, "Of course it's a human, sister, didn't you feel it? I almost died when you pinched me before?"
Having said that, Mingyueyi didn't dare to believe it easily.
Puyuemin cannot be killed. He will die like an ordinary person, but will come back to life in the blink of an eye.
Perhaps the suspicion on her face was too obvious, he chuckled, and stood up from his knees on her body. His long hair fell down behind his waist like black silk, giving the illusion that he would be swinging his waist on her like a beast at any time.
He glanced at her and smiled: "Sister, of course I am a human being, just like you. I will be born, grow old, get sick and die just like you. I have the same flesh and blood and human bones."
He spoke with certainty. Mingyueyi just wanted to confirm whether he was the Pu Yuemin she knew. In fact, even if he said he was a monster, she would no longer chop him down the moment she saw him as she did before.
He couldn't be killed, and it would be very troublesome for her to deal with the body. The most important thing now was that she had to go back as soon as possible.
Mingyueyi put on her clothes and turned around to see him still leaning on the bed frame in a lazy posture, like a white snake waiting to be digested after eating.
Ming Yueyi stared at him for a few moments before calmly asking, "Why did you just say I was usurping your identity?"
Pu Yuemin said, "Because Master Ming is destined to be childless."
Ming Yueyi asked back, "What about you?"
He tilted his head and smiled, "Of course I'm not either."
Shang'er's voice was heard outside. Mingyueyi told him to put on his clothes and then left the room.
The young man on the bed kept staring at her back until he could no longer see her. Then he stood up and buried his face in the place where she had been lying. The quilt covered his eyes, revealing a hidden confusion.
So smart, just asking one question and nothing else.
Mingyueyi came out and saw Shang'er with a dirty face. "What happened?"
Shang'er suddenly jumped in front of her as if she had been burned by fire, and said anxiously: "Daojun, it's bad, the magic weapon just exploded with a bang."
Just now she was guarding the stove, and when she saw the fire getting smaller, she added a dry branch into it. Unexpectedly, the stove on the stone stove suddenly exploded.
It wasn't a big deal that the furnace exploded, except that the magical instruments inside were shattered into pieces.
Shang'er looked at Mingyueyi with tears in her eyes: "Daojun, are we unable to go back?"
That's what happened.
Ming Yueyi raised his hand to smooth her messy hair, his tone still as gentle as usual: "It's okay, it exploded."
Shang'er was puzzled: "But doesn't Daojun have to go back first? The magic weapons have all exploded, how can we go back?"
Ming Yueyi comforted: "It's okay, you can always go back."
"But..." Shang'er was about to speak when she suddenly saw someone walking out of the bedroom.
When Shang'er saw the man's face clearly, the words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter them.
She had been sleeping before, so she didn't know what had happened between the two of them. Seeing Pu Yuemin appear in this Ming Mansion, she was as shocked as when she woke up and returned to the original Ming Mansion.
Pu Yuemin also saw her and walked over to stand beside Ming Yueyi, bending down curiously to examine her. "Where did you find this little thing, sister?"
Shang'er was afraid of him to begin with, and was so frightened that she stepped back repeatedly, looking pitiful as if she was about to cry. She looked at Mingyueyi hesitantly: "Daojun."
Mingyueyi asked her to go into the house first.
Shang'er felt as if she had been released and jumped into the room in a few steps.
Mingyueyi looked at Shang'er hiding inside and not daring to come out, then turned to look at the person leaning against the mahogany lacquered pillar.
"Sister, you're so stingy." He raised his lips, and the hoarse and lingering voice mixed in his throat, as if expressing his dissatisfaction with her.
Ming Yueyi explained: "She is timid, you scared her."
This time he raised his eyebrows slightly and did not comment.
Light snow began to fall in the yard again. Ming Yueyi walked on the corridor and reached out to catch the snow falling in from outside.
The cold snow melted instantly when it fell on her skin. She tilted her head back, her cheeks reddened by the cold wind, and her voice trembled with cold: "Why did you come to see me?"
Pu Yuemin followed her slowly. Seeing that her nose was red from the cold, he took off his white fluffy cloak and covered her shoulders, then wrapped her in warmth.
He hugged her from behind, his short, narrow jaw resting lightly on her shoulder, and said with a cold smile: "I want to go out for a walk with my sister."
"Go out?" Ming Yueyi raised her eyes and glanced at his side face: "You forgot, I am still under house arrest and cannot go out."
His head seemed to turn back for a moment, his lips hidden in the down on her shoulder: "I said Sister can get out, she definitely can get out."
He made it seem as if the Ming Mansion belonged to him. Ming Yueyi gave him a deep look.
Not long after, a maid came from outside the courtyard and said that Master Ming had lifted her house arrest.
Upon hearing this, Mingyueyi looked at the young man sitting on a swing in the yard.
The surrounding area was covered with snow that had not yet melted, revealing a little shadow of the bluestone slab. He leaned on the swing rope and looked at her with a smile, the swaying hem of his robe brushing off the white snow like a blood-stained cloud.
"Sister, tonight is the Ice Appreciation Festival. Should we go out now or later?"
Ming Yueyi thought for a moment and said, "Maybe later. You go back first."
He didn't seem satisfied with her choice, but he obediently stopped swinging, stood up and walked towards her.
Mingyueyi stood where he was, watching him stop just one step away.
He raised his hand to brush away the snow on her hair, lowered his eyes to look at her and said, "Then I will wait for you outside the mansion gate tonight."
"Yeah." Ming Yueyi nodded, with a part of her white pointed chin buried in the thick and soft fur collar, revealing the upper half of her nose and eyelids that were slightly red from the cold wind.
Inexplicably cute. A smile flashed in his eyes as he glanced at her face before turning and following the maid out of the yard.
Mingyueyi stood there, looking at his back thoughtfully.
Shang'er sensed his presence leaving her, and came out of the room and said beside her, "Daojun, why didn't you tell me that you brought your junior brother with you? He almost scared me to death just now."
Ming Yueyi turned and walked into the room, untying her long cloak that reached the ground. "I didn't bring it in."
"What do you mean?" Shang'er followed behind her and helped her hold the cloak.
Ming Yueyi said, "He used to be Ming Yi."
Shang'er's hands froze for a moment, and then she muttered softly, "But the Mingyi I've seen doesn't look like this."
The floor heating in the room was warm. As soon as I stepped inside, the snow on my head was evaporated and my frozen hands and feet regained their temperature.
Ming Yueyi put on his cloak and sat by the burning charcoal stove. Suddenly, he said, "The person you saw wasn't Ming Yi, but Ming Zhen. He was a puppet made by Pu Yuemin, trapped here in his place."
Shang'er didn't understand, "What does Daojun mean?"
Ming Yueyi explained again, "We were brought back to the original Cloud Town by the magical instrument, rather than being affected by the formation and constantly living through the same Cloud Town every day. Therefore, the Ming Yi who appears now is the original Ming Yi."
Shang'er felt dizzy after hearing this, holding her head and shaking it, "I still don't understand."
Ming Yueyi showed some hesitation in her eyes and shook her head: "It's okay, I don't really understand it either. Anyway, you just need to remember that Pu Yuemin and Ming Yi are the same person."
Shang'er understood what he said, "Then Daojun is going out with him tonight? Mingyi placed a dummy in the formation and went out to become a disciple of Fen Jingfeng. Maybe he has some conspiracy."
Mingyueyi lowered her eyes slightly and leaned her head back on the chair. "I know, that's why I went out with him." Perhaps she could find clues about what kind of monster Pu Yuemin was.
Although Shang'er has a human body, she has been trapped in Yun Town for many years and rarely interacts with others. She doesn't understand Mingyueyi's actions, so she turns around and lies by the window to watch the snow outside.
After saying that, Mingyueyi looked around.
The beams, bed curtains, incense burners, chairs, even every piece of wood and floor, were ordinary things, but she had the illusion that she had eyes and countless pairs of eyes were staring at her.
At the beginning of the You hour, the sky darkened and dusk fell. In Yun Town, the most prosperous city where Mingfu was located, thick snow piled up on both sides of the street, and the camphor trees were also covered with snow. Because there was an ice viewing party tonight, the snow-covered trees on both sides of the street were hung with lanterns as far as the eye could see.
As soon as Mingyueyi arrived, he saw the young man standing under the bright lamp.
He seemed to have been waiting for a long time, standing bored beside the stone lion at the door, drawing the hanging lanterns with his long, pale fingers, his fingers as transparent and cold as jade bones.
Mingyueyi stood there and looked at her for a few seconds before he noticed her gaze. He turned around and saw that it was her, and a smile appeared on his lips.
The sky was overcast, and a soft, hazy light fell on him, like a plum blossom in the snow covered with a layer of golden mist. Ming Yueyi saw him speak a word without complaint.
"Sister, you are here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
This sounded particularly familiar. Mingyueyi grabbed her skirt and stepped over the threshold, walking towards him.
I don't know what kind of diseases the people in the Ming Mansion have caused by the affluence. They have to use the best food, clothing and other necessities. However, as the only daughter of the Ming Mansion, she could not find many convenient clothes in her boxes. She wore long tassels at her waist, jade beads on her collar, and a few white jade pearls on her embroidered shoes with pointed corners.
These clothes made a crisp sound when she walked, and she exuded a "wealth" that was different from that of ordinary people. Fortunately, before she left, she put on the cloak that Pu Yuemin had not taken away during the day.
A long, thick yet light white velvet cloak wrapped her up, leaving only her jet-black head exposed.
Ming Yueyi walked up to him and saw him looking her up and down. She said calmly, "Let's go."
Pu Yuemin saw that her skin was all over her body, only her fair little face was exposed, and she smiled and said, "Sister, you are wrapped up, you look so small."
Ming Yueyi lifted up her cloak, lowered her eyes and said, "I don't have any in my box, so I wore yours, but it's too long."
With a smile in his eyes, he didn't ask any more questions, but reached out and held her hand hidden in her cloak.
So cool.
Ming Yueyi felt as if she was wrapped in ice, but the next moment, her hand gradually returned to normal body temperature, even a little too hot.
Like a hot water bottle filled with hot water.
Although Yun Town sounds small, it is actually very lively, especially on festival nights, when people on the street walk around in their clothes, holding lanterns in their hands.
Because of the boy's outstanding appearance, anyone passing by him would subconsciously stop and turn around to stare at him obsessively.
Pu Yuemin seemed to have gotten used to it. He held her hand and walked slowly among the crowd, ignoring those people. He asked her gently, "I heard that you rarely go out. Have you ever seen the dimly lit streets at night?"
Ming Yueyi looked at the dazzling array of exquisite gadgets on the surrounding shelves and shook her head: "I haven't been to Yun Town, but I have been to other night markets before."
The young man walking in front of her suddenly stopped, but she didn't notice and buried her head in his chest as he turned around.
A cold fragrance emanated from his clothes. Just as she smelled it, his bewitching voice rang out above her head.
"Is it the same as now?"
Ming Yueyi looked up and found that he had his eyes half closed, and the light seemed not to be reflected in his eyes.
He was waiting for her answer.
Ming Yueyi didn't really want to mention it, so she shook her head and replied, "I forgot."
"Is that so?" He revealed a look of enlightenment, hugged her, and raised the corners of his lips again. "Since you have forgotten, then sister, remember today. It was me who accompanied you to the night market."
Mingyueyi nodded casually and paid attention to his surroundings.
She found that although the people around her would cast their obsessed gazes on Pu Yuemin when passing by, they would return to normal after a few breaths and continue talking and laughing with the people around them as they walked away.
"Sister, let's go. There is Bing Yuanzi over there. I'll take you to try it." He pinched her face while she was looking at others and made her face him.
He was like a boy who was jealous that his sister was looking at others but not him, and he was determined to occupy all her sight.
Ming Yueyi was forced to look at him, but she didn't turn away to look at anyone else. Her eyes, full of apricot juice, reflected his face. She nodded, "Let me go, let go."
Pu Yuemin reluctantly let go of her cheek, but before he could finish, he gently poked the dimple that was faintly visible when she spoke. A vague smile escaped from her peach blossom eyes that looked like they were dotted with honey, and his fingertips were trembling.
But he acted very normally and held her fingers tightly again.
The two of them walked through the crowd and came to a stall with a simple shed.
There was no one around, and the stall owner came over with a white handkerchief waving and asked the two of them what they wanted to eat.
Pu Yuemin said, "Two bowls of iced yuanzi, without sugar water."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and asked Ming Yueyi, "Sister, do you want to add anything else?"
His taste was the same as Mingyueyi's, so he shook his head and said, "That's it."
Seeing this, the stall owner smiled and said, "Okay, please wait a moment, gentlemen."
The stall owner went to cook the dumplings, and Mingyueyi and he sat alone on a wooden stool waiting. The dim lights around them seemed to separate them.
Sitting there doing nothing seemed too boring. Ming Yueyi looked at the vendor selling candied haws not far away and said to him, "Wait here for me. I see there are some candied haws over there. I'll go buy some."
Upon hearing this, Pu Yuemin followed her gaze.
The vendor carrying red hawthorn fruits on his shoulders was leaving in the opposite direction. If we were any later, we might not be able to find him.
He held Mingyueyi's hand tightly and said, "Sister is waiting for you and me. I'll go buy it."
Ming Yueyi looked embarrassed, staring at him with her eyes: "It's a bit crowded, are you okay?"
Pu Yuemin smiled and said, "Sister, are you still worried that I'll get lost?"
Since he insisted on going, Mingyueyi didn't argue with him. Like a gentle elder sister, she gently instructed him, "Go quickly and come back soon. Be careful."
"Okay." Pu Yuemin let go of her hand and walked towards the small vendor hidden in the crowd.
Soon his back was swallowed up by the crowd.
Mingyueyi smashed the silver coins on the table, stood up and walked to the other side.
Since the illusion depicts the past, Fenjing Peak should also be the Fenjing Peak of the past. She plans to go back, find the furnace, and refine the magic weapon again.
Not long after she left the downtown area, a young man with a smile on his face walked out of the crowd holding a straw rack filled with candied haws. When his eyes fell on the low table with only a few silver coins left, there was not a single gleam in his dark pupils.
He calmly stepped forward, like a well-mannered young man from a noble family, and asked the vendor of boiled yuanzi in a gentle voice, "Where is my sister?"
The vendor turned around and saw it was him. His eyes flashed with surprise, and then he said with unusual enthusiasm, "That lady left just as my husband left. I saw she was heading north, the opposite direction from my husband."
Left.
Pu Yuemin stood in front of the empty low chair, staring at the silver coins on the table, with a mist in his eyes.
At this moment, the vendor came up to him with the ice cubes and said, "Sir, please wait a moment. Maybe the lady has met someone she knows and will be here soon."
Pu Yuemin said nothing, sitting quietly on a wooden stool, hugging the straw rack.
The candlelight above his head fell on him. His long, trailing black hair was dyed dark ink, and his drooping thick eyelashes cast shadows on his pale, bloodless cheekbones. His face, which should have been gorgeous, exuded the gloom of being abandoned.
The vendor seemed to take pity on him and treated him with extra care. He didn't even cook the ice cubes, but sat across from him with his mouth oozing with pus. He could vaguely see the swirling, smelly black mud. "Don't be sad, my dear," he said. "Your sister will definitely come back. I'll wait for her here with you."
"Take a bite of Bing Yuanzi first to relieve your fatigue. When your sister comes back, I'll make another portion for her."
The Bing Yuanzi placed on the table were no longer glutinous rice balls made of flour, but boiled eyeballs. The soup base was milky white and exuded a strange aroma, tempting people to spend a fortune to have a taste of it.
However, Pu Yuemin ignored the strange scene before him, and sat quietly there, his fingertips stroking the silver coins that Ming Yueyi had touched on the wooden table.
She always kept the silver in a cloth bag around her waist. When she wanted to take it out, she would open the bag and count it in her hands, so she had touched every piece of silver in it.
An abnormal blush appeared on his pale cheekbones, his drooping eyebrows and eyes were like smoke and waves, his brows were furrowed, and he was obsessed with stroking the silver coins but still felt unsatisfied. He bent down his face and rubbed it gently on the silver coins, completely ignoring the vendor in front of him.
The merchant was even more amazed when he saw him leaning on the table in a twisted posture, with small change pressed under his cheek and a dazed look of desire.
He couldn't wait to eat the boy in front of him, so his pus-filled mouth expanded even further and bit his arm.
Flesh and blood are sweet.
The vendor's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He was reluctant to eat the fish into pieces, so he thought he should take out the internal organs first.
He extended his sharp claws and dug them into the chest of the boy who was still lost in his infatuation.
But as soon as the boy's internal organs were pulled out, the ground was covered with sweet blood. The vendor was reluctant to let the blood go to waste, so he placed the boy's internal organs on the table and lay on the ground to lick the blood.
The vendor was licking excitedly when his head was suddenly stepped on.
He couldn't raise his head, his entire face buried in a pool of blood. Pu Yuemin, who had just come back to his senses from his obsession, looked pale, his eyes dark as he stared at the thing under his feet.
"Disgusting filth."
His tone was still gentle, even with a hint of kindness that saved the world, but he directly stepped on the vendor's head.
The exploded brain matter was not a mess of red and white, but a thick and foul-smelling mud, and the whole thing was covered with splattered mud.
After Pu Yuemin crushed the vendor, he realized belatedly that his stomach and chest were empty.
He turned his eyes to look at the liver and intestines on the table, which were inevitably stained by the smelly mud. His black eyelashes trembled slightly, and tearful grievance appeared in his eyes.
It's so dirty and smelly, she will definitely dislike him when she sees him.
I can't be despised anymore.
He wanted to wash himself clean before going to find her.
The boy bent down and picked up the internal organs and intestines on the table, then walked towards the frozen moat with stiff steps.
He would wash off all the mud on his body, put on her favorite incense, and then go to see her.
So many people in Yun Town saw that night: a handsome young man was sitting by the river. His skin was whiter than snow, his hair was black like clouds, and his bloody hands were chiseling open the frozen river, carefully washing things stained by black mud, while the lower reaches of the river were full of monsters with their true forms revealed.
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