Chapter 68 Chapter 68 Snake Snake Green Green
Mingyueyi was tightly wrapped by the snake's tail and could clearly feel the tough and sturdy snake scales protruding from the snake's skin.
"Snake." A scaly snake.
"Well... then I am." He smiled contentedly, leaned over and tilted his head to gently rub her neck with his cold nose, wanting to get closer to her: "Senior Sister..."
The lingering sound suddenly stopped in the throat.
Then he sniffed her neck carefully like a puppy, his tone darkening, "Senior Sister, you seem to have another scent besides Xiangyi. Who did you meet outside today? Who left such a strong scent on you?"
"A junior brother who has just joined the sect." Mingyueyi turned her head and the young man buried his head in her neck. He moved up along her slender neck and licked her earlobe with his scarlet snake tongue.
Pu Yuemin held the delicate earlobe in his mouth, and a sticky look of jealousy and even anxiety appeared on his face, covered with hair.
The traces he left behind were covered by this vicious man, who must have wanted to snatch his senior sister from him.
A black mist of resentment enveloped his dark red eyes: "He longs for Senior Sister."
"No, we just happened to meet outside today." Mingyueyi's eyes became a little blurry due to being kissed, and her own fragrance and his cold fragrance that seemed to seep out of her skin lingered between her nostrils.
Pu Yuemin sneered, then released her earlobe, which was now glistening with moisture. He raised his pale face and looked at her tenderly, "Senior Sister, let's practice dual cultivation."
She was in a trance and didn't respond for a moment.
The snake tail wrapped around her ankle loosened and slipped into the flower-like hem of her skirt...
Pleasure rushed through her like an electric current from wherever the snake's tail brushed past. Ming Yueyi couldn't help but raise her waist and shudder. A very light moan escaped from her clenched lips, and she raised her hand to grab the cold snake's tail wrapped around her leg.
"Hmm?" His cheeks flushed, his eyes hazy with joy. When the snake's tail was suddenly grabbed, he paused and looked at her in confusion.
Mingyueyi took a few slow breaths and slowly pulled the snake's tail out from under her skirt.
The silver-white snake tail that was forcibly pulled out looked like it had just been sprinkled with honey, with a few crystal drops hanging on it.
Ming Yueyi glanced at him carelessly, nearly throwing away the snake's tail, which she couldn't even hold with one hand. After trying to calm herself down, she stared at him and said, "I told you not to turn into a snake."
This kind of external thing is entangled in the body, or even drilled into the body, and the thought of it makes me feel uncomfortable all over.
Fortunately, as soon as she finished speaking, the boy's snake tail turned into legs and knelt between her knees.
The posture is even more chaotic than when it was at the tail of the snake.
"Don't be angry, Senior Sister." He lifted her legs and placed them on her slender waist, coaxing her, "I will restrain myself in the future."
He has a strong demonic nature. Once he reaches the extreme of pleasure, he cannot restrain himself and will use his snake tail to wrap around her, but human legs cannot do it, so he always likes to use the snake tail when getting close to her.
Ming Yueyi didn't believe what he said. She shrugged her shoulders, squinted her eyes, and breathed rapidly with her lips slightly opened.
Pu Yuemin stared at the tip of her tongue that was just visible from the center of her lips, then leaned over, held her lips, and sucked them into his mouth, stirring them passionately.
She was choked and couldn't breathe. She tried to struggle free but was pinned down and couldn't move.
He worked hard, his face flushed, and his long tongue, like a forked snake's tongue, licked her lips frantically, making her soft skin red. Against the backdrop of the cold gray mattress, it looked like a lychee that had not been peeled and was still slightly pink.
The sound of fans rang out in the quiet dark room, becoming clearer as the candlelight on the wall danced.
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Guan Qingyun is still imprisoned in Danxiu Peak.
The people outside have already regarded her as the murderer. The people from Danxiu Peak have provoked Fenjing Peak many times, and a dispute broke out today.
Because Guan Qingyun was at Danxiu Peak, the master entrusted the task of guiding the new disciples to her.
Mingyueyi went to Prajna Terrace early in the morning.
Yue Ming, who was watching the battle, suddenly saw a beautiful figure appear and quietly passed by before anyone noticed.
"Senior Sister Ming, you're here."
Ming Yueyi nodded to him and asked, "What happened?"
Yue Mingdao said, "It's because today we were teaching together with disciples from other peaks, and someone from Danxiu Peak kept making rumors and causing trouble, saying that we from Fenjing Peak had killed someone. I couldn't stand it, so I started an argument with the Danxiu Peak people, and then I issued a challenge and came here."
The four peaks of Qingyun Sect are not submissive to each other and often have frictions, so they set rules that prohibit private fighting. If there is dissatisfaction with winning by strength, everyone will come to the Prajna platform to set up a barrier and compete in public.
But everyone stopped fighting at the right time, and it was not a life-and-death battle. The two people on the stage were obviously about to go crazy and their bodies were covered in blood.
The barrier will not dissipate until the winner is determined, and no one can enter, so Mingyueyi was invited over.
Yue Ming asked, "Senior Sister, what do you think we should do?"
Mingyueyi frowned and looked at the two people on the stage.
There was something wrong with the two people inside. They both seemed to be irritated, but in fact, they were like possessed people with red eyes, determined to kill each other.
Very abnormal.
One of them was knocked off the stage and fell to the ground dying, while the other one went completely crazy and saw that the barrier was automatically broken. He flew off the stage and attacked the onlookers without any distinction with the sword in his hand.
Ming Yueyi's eyebrows jumped when she saw this. She didn't care about Ying Yueming's words to stop the man. Before her sword could attack, a sharp sword intent flashed through the air and directly broke the sword in the disciple's hand.
Such a powerful sword intent could only belong to the chief disciple, and everyone looked over in shock.
Someone murmured in a low voice: "It's Senior Brother He."
The spiritual power at Mingyueyi's fingertips disappeared in an instant, and then he raised his eyes and looked.
The cold swordsman was dressed in snow-white clothes, with black boots stepping on the sword. His brows were calm and otherworldly, and he landed on the ring with a posture as bright as the wind and the moon.
He Wujiu put the tip of his boots down with dignity, looked up at the disciple who was still unconscious after being shocked by the faint sword intent, and asked, "What happened here?"
The disciple closest to him explained the whole story.
He Wujiu's thick, sword-like brows knitted into a barely perceptible arch. He nodded coldly, indicating he understood. After a few breaths of silence, he instructed, "First, take these two to the Discipline Hall. I've already informed the elders of the Discipline Hall of this matter."
Are competitions within the sect's rules really so strict?
The disciple who was obeying the order subconsciously looked at him when he heard the words. Seeing that the young man was frowning, he vaguely realized that there might be more than just a competition, so he closed his mouth and did not ask any more questions. He ordered the other disciples around him to carry the man who was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and had lost consciousness, to the disciplinary hall.
The arena was cut by the sword intent, leaving a mark of neither shallow nor deep. Although He Wujiu was a direct disciple, he still had to abide by the rules and pay spirit stones to repair the arena.
Just as he paid the spirit stone to the disciple guarding the arena, a clear female voice suddenly rang out behind him.
"Big Brother, that sword intent of Fang is so beautiful."
He Wujiu tilted his head.
He saw a woman sitting on the three steps high, leaning lazily against a stone pillar engraved with the sun and the moon with her arms folded. She smiled at him with her thin eyebrows and crescent eyes. When she smiled, the corners of her eyes drooped into a crescent shape, which was quite bright, like the setting sun under the rime.
He Wujiu's eyes passed through the smile on her lips, and his smile was full of warmth: "Junior sister, why are you here too?"
Ming Yueyi blinked and jumped down lightly from the high steps. The ends of her hair shone a light golden color in the sunlight.
She walked a few steps in front of him, smiled and said, "I just got here not long ago, and I saw your sword intent coming towards me."
After saying this, her gaze circled around him, as if expressing admiration and surprise, "Brother, your cultivation has improved a lot. A simple sword intent can actually cause such damage to the arena made of the hardest pine rock spirit stone."
Songyan Spirit Stone is considered to be the hardest stone in the world. If used as a ring, even the most intense competition will only leave scratches on the stone surface. This is the first time she has seen someone cut off a corner of the ring.
He Wujiu smiled, "It's just that I learned a new sword technique not long ago, which has enhanced my sword spirit."
Mingyueyi smiled when he heard this, knowing that he had not only mastered a new sword technique, but probably obtained some magical weapon that could temper his cultivation, so he often practiced in seclusion when he returned to the sect.
As expected of a male upgrade protagonist, even though he lost his vajra, he got a new one soon.
The young man walked with her on the road, and his eyes suddenly fell on her wrist, which was slender and empty.
"Junior sister, you don't seem to be wearing the Bone-Yin Pearl recently?"
Mingyueyi raised her hand and took a look. She had only worn the Bone-Yuan Pearl for a period of time at the beginning, and then put it into the mustard bag, wrapped with red agate to nourish the soul of Shang'er who was still sleeping.
She explained without changing her expression: "I'm afraid it will get damaged if I wear it on my hand."
He Wujiu seemed to disagree with her words, "The Bone-Nourishing Bead needs to fit snugly into your skin in order to penetrate and nourish your spirit. Your injuries haven't fully healed yet, so you need to wear it on your wrist at all times to quickly nourish your damaged spirit roots."
Ming Yueyi looked up at him with pure black eyes, "But I can't bear to give it away. The Bone Pearl is the first jewelry that Senior Brother truly gave me."
He Wujiu was slightly stunned when he saw the sincerity on her beautiful face.
He had given Mingyueyi many things, including swords, martial arts techniques, and spiritual herbs and stones for training. It seemed that this was the first time he had given her jewelry.
He sincerely apologized: "It's my fault, if I knew that my junior sister liked it, I should have given it to her earlier."
"It's okay, senior brother. I was just saying it casually." Ming Yueyi lowered her head to the side and raised her hand awkwardly to gather the loose hair on her temples, revealing her fair cheeks with a healthy pink hue.
The atmosphere between the two of them was inexplicably warm.
"Junior sister." He Wujiu moved his lips as if he wanted to say something.
Ming Yueyi suddenly remembered something and interrupted him, "But Big Brother, please give me less. I'm reluctant to use anything you give me. I can just put this string of beads in my mustard seed bag and look at it occasionally. I really don't need to wear it all the time. It doesn't match the color of my other skirts."
The last sentence contained a hint of the coquettishness that only a young girl could have. Ming Yueyi, who had lived for several lifetimes, was about a hundred years old. Now she acted in such a coquettish manner, and it seemed that as long as she was thick-skinned, it would be easy to do so without making any mistakes.
He Wujiu laughed helplessly, raised his hand and patted her forehead, "Junior sister, you are already beautiful enough. Occasionally, a little color on your body will not only not show the flaws of your perfect beauty, but will make it even more beautiful."
This is really strange.
Ming Yueyi looked up at him, curious to confirm: "Really?"
He is great and glorious, like a pure white crane. "Indeed."
Mingyueyi smiled with her eyes curved, then took out a string of bright red beads from the mustard seed bag, put it on her empty wrist, and flashed it in front of him.
"If you think it looks good, I will wear it in front of you from now on. The rest of the time, I will hide it in the mustard seed."
The sound is as crisp as a porcelain bell, and the slender wrist touches the fine dust in the bright light, the pearls are round and full, which is very seductive.
He Wujiu's eyes unconsciously fell on her wrist which she raised in admiration.
Mingyueyi seemed not to notice his gaze, and was admiring the round and plump red beads on her wrist all the way.
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