Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Snake Comes Out
Mingyueyi looked around and found that there was no one in the entire Chongri Terrace. She even suspected that Pu Yuemin had chosen this moment to "fall ill", but when the spiritual power from her fingertips flowed into his body, she indeed sensed a chaotic aura.
She asked, "Can you hold on any longer?"
Pu Yuemin's eyelashes trembled, and he gasped softly, "Yes."
Ming Yueyi said, "Okay, then bear with me. I'll take you to a secluded place."
Since he could still endure it, Mingyueyi helped him onto the sword and went to the meditation room specially set up in Chongritai.
She had always seen the young man as graceful as an angel and thought he should be very light. But when she helped him up, she almost fell back into his arms due to the force.
In desperation, Ming Yueyi said, "Get up by yourself."
Pu Yuemin reached out to her, his dark, soft eyes looking at her dazedly. "Senior Sister, I don't have the strength. Can you hold my hand?"
Ming Yueyi hesitated for a few moments and held his outstretched hand.
His hands were still surprisingly cold, not like the warmth of a living person.
Pu Yuemin got up with the help of her strength, but the next moment a tall body suddenly pressed towards him.
If she hadn't practiced sword fighting for many years and had a steady footing, she would have been pinned to the ground by him long ago.
"Senior Sister, I still have no strength. Can I lean on you?" His eyelids pressed against her shoulders, and his breath sprayed moistly on her collarbone, causing an indescribable itch.
Mingyueyi didn't push him away. She said "hmm" and helped him walk to the meditation room.
During this period, a fellow student occasionally passed by and curiously asked what had happened. Ming Yueyi simply said that his old illness had relapsed and he needed to rest.
The kind-hearted junior fellow wanted to help him find a pharmacist from Danxiu Peak to take his pulse. The young man, who had been leaning in an awkward posture due to his body size difference, suddenly lifted his moist eyelids and stared at the man with his dark eyes.
"No need, Senior Sister will help me."
The junior brother looked at the senior sister hesitantly.
Mingyueyi nodded in agreement.
She is a sword cultivator, but her natal magic weapon is not a sword, but Fusheng, which has miraculous healing effects.
Since the two of them didn't need help, the junior brother didn't insist anymore and said goodbye to them.
The meditation room is not far from Chongri Terrace.
When Pu Yuemin was first helped into the room, the door was suddenly closed.
Mingyueyi's heart skipped a beat and he looked over subconsciously.
The originally weak and powerless boy gently pressed her against the door, and his thin lips, which were faintly warm, pressed against her shoulder and neck. The tip of his tongue appeared from the gap between his lips, licking her fair skin for no reason.
Ming Yueyi trembled all over, and subconsciously put his hand on his shoulder, trying to push him away, "Junior brother, let go."
But at this moment, the young man was trapped in the torment of lust, his body was too hard to be shaken, and instead he let out a soft groan.
He buried his lips in her neck and raised them slightly, sucking on her neck flesh.
Something pressed against my waist.
Mingyueyi's eyes trembled, and then he squatted down after reacting.
He only blocked the front and left and right directions. She squatted down unexpectedly, which allowed her to dodge, but it also made her more embarrassed.
The hem of the robe was raised in the direction facing her nose. She took a deep breath, and it seemed as if the air inside also wanted to come out for some fresh air and greet her.
Mingyueyi rarely felt a little uncomfortable in her heart and wanted to move to the side, but Pu Yuemin bent his knees slightly to block her way.
The young man holding the bolt with one hand looked down at Mingyueyi who was squatting in front of him. She had a face like a lotus, long, thick eyelashes, and a hint of desire in his eyes as he stared at her.
"Senior Sister, where are you going?"
Ming Yueyi wanted to raise her head, but was afraid of bumping into the object in front of her. So she looked at the two red jade beads on his belt and replied, "You are poisoned now and are not fully conscious. I want to leave first and you can handle it in the house."
Anyway, he had just been poisoned by the fox demon not long ago and had not yet become addicted, so his hands could also provide some relief.
Pu Yuemin was silent for a few breaths, then knelt down to look her in the eye. There seemed to be a strange glimmer in his eyes. He asked with a slightly short breath, "Why do you think I can do it alone?"
"You have just been poisoned by the demon. You can get rid of it with your hands." Mingyueyi thought he didn't know, so she explained to him.
After finishing speaking, Pu Yuemin was silent for a few breaths, and sighed with regret: "Senior Sister knows it very well."
"Of course, before..." Mingyueyi blurted out and then stopped suddenly.
Pu Yuemin stared intently, his gaze fixed on her thoughtful features: "What about before?"
Ming Yueyi didn't know what to say, so she casually said, "I've read in a book before that the fox demon's poison isn't very strong in the early stages, but as time goes on, if it's not removed in time, it will slowly become addictive."
She added, "You can use your hands now, just like you did that night."
Pu Yuemin didn't hear the response he wanted, so he lowered his eyebrows and looked a little indifferent.
Seeing that he was silent, Ming Yueyi reached out and touched his shoulder, pushing him back: "But I won't go too far. I will just guard the door for you and won't let anyone in."
Pu Yuemin leaned to the side under the force of her fingertips, lazily raised his elegant neck, his Adam's apple prominent under the cold and thin skin, and slightly bent one leg, watching her get up.
"Um."
Mingyueyi glanced at him, opened the door and went out.
She had no intention of going far, and as she had just said, she stood at the door to guard him.
Pu Yuemin has the body of a cauldron and has been poisoned by a fox demon. If he were to be discovered by someone at this moment, he would definitely be exposed and might even become a plaything for the monks to snatch away.
Mingyueyi sat on the handrail of the corridor outside the door, holding his sword, waiting patiently for the people inside to finish and come out.
But at this moment, the person in the room had not changed his posture since she left. He was just calmly working on his clothes with his hands. There was no trace of enjoyment or indulgence on his face, as if a layer of cold mist had fallen on him, and his movements were very fast.
Almost.
I’m almost there, Senior Sister is about to remember.
The fox demon poison was not planted for the first time, it had been there for a long time, no matter how many skins and bodies he changed, the poison had always been there, allowing the poison to penetrate his bone marrow and consciousness.
Senior sister...how come you forgot everything?
Thinking of the woman's face, he leaned his head against the door and breathed with his lips opened. The light in his half-closed, cold and charming eyes spread out, and he was lost in the evil spirit of desire.
The two huge, hideous ones, with blue veins like vines coiled around a tree pillar, were so dark red in color that they could be described as inhumanly ugly, forming a sharp contrast with his cold and beautiful face.
no.
No way.
I want the bright moon.
He opened his eyes, and the corners of his red, wet eyes suddenly showed a gloomy darkness. He gasped slightly, his eyes stiffened and faintly red, and stared at the woman sitting outside through the light leaking through the crack in the door.
The gaze was like that of a dark, slimy reptile in a swamp, greedy and strangely exciting.
A small black snake coiled around the back pillar and crawled towards him. Ming Yueyi noticed it and suddenly took out his sword to cut the approaching snake into two pieces.
The snake's tail twitched violently for a few times, and finally died without a breath.
Mingyueyi frowned as he looked at the little snake on the ground, stroking the chills that had risen on his arms.
I just felt like something was watching me, and I didn't expect it was a snake again.
There aren't many places around for snakes to live. Where did this snake come from?
Ming Yueyi wanted to throw the snake corpse away, but when he looked up, he suddenly saw a man and woman not far away, and his gaze stopped.
They were He Wujiu and Xia Niang who had just left.
Why are they here at this time?
Ming Yueyi didn't want to confront the two of them, so she turned around and was about to leave. However, just as she took a step, she remembered Pu Yuemin who was still "relieving himself" in the room.
Mingyueyi turned back and pushed the door open.
Because she closed the door in a hurry, she almost stepped on the boy who was lying at the door with his limbs curled up when she turned around.
Mingyueyi moved her foot away in time and took a few steps back, but he grabbed her ankle.
“Senior Sister…?”
He opened his dazed eyes and stared at her dreamily, his face flushed and his eyelashes hung with crystal tears. He was clearly a mature and tall man, but he looked as pitiful as a puppy that had been trampled on.
If the hand holding her ankle hadn't felt sticky, she would have felt pity.
Ming Yueyi lowered her head and looked at the bony and beautiful hand that was holding her ankle. There were white sticky threads hanging on the cold pink palm and fingertips, sliding down her ankle and dripping onto the ground.
But she didn't have time to care about it now.
Ming Yueyi squatted in front of him, reached out to cover his lips that were breathing rapidly, and looked closer with clear eyes. She said to him seriously, "I'll help you finish quickly. You are not allowed to make any noise, okay?"
The young man in his palm blinked his wet black eyelashes, the blush on his cold cheekbones deepened, and a soft "hmm" that sounded like a groan or a gasp came out of his throat.
Mingyueyi's eyes swept across his face, she released her hand that was covering his lips, and her pretty face drooped calmly as she looked at his exposed porcelain-white chest.
He was not thin, he just liked to wear loose robes to cover his body shape. In addition, he had a handsome face, which gave people the illusion of being frail and fragile. In fact, the muscles of his body under the robe were extremely strong and beautiful.
Not only that, the terrifying thing that was sticking out was also meters long.
But... it was too horrifying. She had never seen any other man, and had almost forgotten her past with Pu Yuemin. She wondered if he was this big before.
Mingyueyi looked hesitant.
She thought that since he had been alone in there for such a long time, he must have been unable to feel anything because there was no external stimulation, so she wanted him to come out quickly to avoid being discovered by He Wujiu and the others.
What she saw before her was something she had not expected.
Like vines wrapped around an old tree, it has been swollen with blood for a long time and is dark red, yet it also overflows with crystal clear water color.
She was surprised for a moment, but since she had never seen anyone else like this, she didn't take it seriously.
Mingyueyi raised her eyes and glanced at the young man with a pale face leaning against the door, and reached out her hand.
It feels moist, hot, and slippery to the touch, not like human skin.
His drooping black eyelashes trembled slightly with the touch, his breath sprinkled on her cheek which was very close to him, his Adam's apple rolled slightly as he wanted to make some sound, but he forced himself to restrain himself in the face of her warning eyes.
But his breathing was one, two... a dull rhythm like the beating of bells and drums.
Mingyueyi has never helped anyone before and has no rules at all. Every time she needs him to take the lead, but every time she subconsciously lets go.
no.
Difficult to steer.
Mingyueyi couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
If she had known he had such a terrifying thing, she shouldn't have asked for help. She simply couldn't do it.
But she had already taken possession of it, and it was too late to let go. She hoped that Pu Yuemin would hurry up.
Pu Yuemin suppressed his disordered breath, stared at the woman in front of him with his lips pursed, lowered his eyes, and was so serious that he felt indescribable nervousness every minute and every second, and a beautiful smile flashed in his eyes.
Senior sister is helping him.
The air is filled with the aura of Senior Sister.
He seemed to be in deep trouble but could maintain a calm demeanor. However, under this stunning skin that seemed to be there and not there, hidden in the dark and hard-to-see corners, those hairs turned into small snakes that were wriggling excitedly.
"Puyuemin, are you okay?"
After not seeing him for a long time, Mingyueyi's spiritual sense outside detected that He Wujiu was approaching. If he continued like this, he would be discovered.
She couldn't help but urge him again, even remind him.
"Don't hold it back, come out."
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