Chapter 86 Chapter 86 Snake Wins or Loses
The weather was nice today, and Pu Yuemin was taking a walk with her outside.
Fresh sprouts emerge from the ground where the snow melts, and the whole place is green as far as the eye can see.
Ming Yueyi sat in the pavilion, waiting for the young man who came to buy plum blossoms. However, this night's ice festival was different. He kept a vigilant eye on her elbow.
Those pupils were the ones he had just dug out, and they were staring at her without blinking.
Mingyueyi is still thinking about the scene of Pu Yuemin digging out his eyeballs just now.
The most charming thing about the young white jade-clear face was his peach blossom eyes. After his eyeballs were gouged out with a smile, two horrible holes were left on his pretty face. When the blood flowed from his eye sockets, he actually didn't feel ugly at all. Instead, he had a kind of horrifying and deformed charm.
He smiled and placed his bloody eyeball in her hand, then, as usual, gently expressed his concern, "Senior Sister, I'm really worried that you'll be in danger here alone. So, Senior Sister, please hold my eye well. You must wait here obediently for me. I'll be back soon."
Mingyueyi lowered her head and looked into the abnormally black eyeballs in her palm, and actually saw a smile in her eyes.
Weird eyeballs, they're alive.
She couldn't throw it away, so she put it aside and waited for him to come back.
But who knew that he never came back and no one knew what had happened.
Ming Yueyi held her chin with one hand, a gentle breeze rustled through her jade-like hair, her skin was smooth and fair, her sleeves dropped to reveal her wrists as smooth as cream, her cheeks were the color of a crabapple, and between her eyebrows was a dot of gold foil and a red flower. She sat in the pavilion like a lady in a painting.
Today's makeup was done by Pu Yuemin herself, drawing eyebrows and tying hair for her. It suits her face very well. Any more would be tacky, and any less would be dull.
But this face remained in the eyes of others for a long time.
Fen Jing noticed something unusual in Qingyun Sect and came here in accordance with the unusual situation, but he never expected to see her.
There is a faint scent of perfume in the wind, which does not make people feel suffocated. Instead, it makes people stay where they are and unwilling to leave.
Gradually, he became mesmerized.
Until the woman in Fengting noticed him.
Mingyueyi thought it was Pu Yuemin who came back, but when he turned around, he found that the person standing not far away was Fen Jing.
The young man's familiar face and demeanor gave her the illusion that she was seeing He Wujiu.
"Why is Daojun here?" Mingyue Yi Liansi put his eyes that were staring at her under the hem of his clothes, then looked up at him, smiled and raised his hand.
The wrist tied with a red rope passed through the air. Fen Jing's eyes followed the movement of that white wrist. He immediately reacted, came to his senses, and walked towards her.
"Mrs. Ming."
"Daojun, are you here for an outing too?" Mingyueyi asked him curiously.
Fen Jing came to arrest her.
But she didn't harm anyone, she was just sitting here enjoying the scenery. He couldn't say this out loud, so he nodded in agreement.
"Um."
Ming Yueyi blinked: "You cultivators don't have to practice, so you can come out and enjoy the scenery in your spare time?"
Although Fen Jing entered the Fengting, he stood far away, his white robe was not stained by dust, and he was gentle and elegant, with the style of a banished immortal.
He said, "Monks are ordinary people too."
"That's right." Ming Yueyi seemed to be lost in thought, her dimples echoing his unspoken words: "Not like me."
Fen Jing did not refute, but simply said in a calm voice: "Mrs. Ming has always wanted to be a human being. How do you feel now?"
Ming Yueyi blinked and smiled, "It feels great."
Fen Jing's gaze fell on her face again.
Ming Yueyi asked curiously again: "Daojun, why did you trap me?"
Burning cleanly without talking, forming a silence without saying a word.
Obviously not a good reason.
Although Ming Yueyi was curious, he didn't ask any further questions. He frowned and looked up at the sky worriedly and said, "Daojun, it's getting late. I have to go find my brother."
So fast?
Fen Jing subconsciously felt that she was about to leave before he could say a few words to her. He opened his mouth to speak, but the woman sitting in the pavilion had already stood up and bowed to him.
"Daojun, excuse me."
Fen Jing stared at the swaying hair among her bun, fell silent and uttered a short "hmm".
Mingyueyi passed by him by mistake.
After she walked away, Fen Jing turned around and looked at her, his eyes were not as gentle as before.
Because there was a lingering smell of blood in the pavilion.
There was blood on her.
This is a viewing valley belonging to the Ming Mansion. It is usually deserted, but the tender green of early spring makes the peak look particularly pleasing to the eye, making it particularly suitable for a tryst.
Pu Yuemin had just bought some young plum blossoms from a flower boy. Because of his outstanding appearance and the long silk covering his eyes, the half of his face that was exposed looked exquisite and picturesque, so the boy gave him an extra bouquet of flowers.
He reached out to take it, but the child instantly opened his mouth and tried to bite his hand off.
Pu Yuemin's expression remained calm as he crushed the child's head with one hand. White brain matter splattered all over his body, emitting a foul fishy smell.
Even the flowers in his arms were soiled.
He frowned, threw away the flowers, and turned to look at the onlookers not far away.
Those people had obsessed eyes, as if they wanted to get closer, but were also afraid of his ferocity just now.
Pu Yuemin turned his head and pointed the two holes bound by the red silk at one of the monsters, and suddenly stopped.
There was a beautiful red camellia in her hair.
He smelled the fragrance of the flowers, stepped forward and asked gently, "Excuse me, where did you pick these flowers?"
The demon girl who was approached immediately had her eyes wide open, and drooled as she asked, "My dear, do you want it?"
Pu Yuemin smiled faintly and said nothing.
Fearing he would leave, the demon girl hurriedly said, "My true form is camellia. If you desire, you can exchange your flesh... no, your heart."
She could smell it from a distance. The young man in front of her was full of sweet fragrance. If she could take a bite of him, she didn't know how many years of cultivation would increase.
She couldn't wait to spin around in place, and Pu Yuemin hated people hanging around in front of him. Even though he couldn't see now, he still hated the gazes of these things falling on him.
So the shadow under his feet turned into a huge snake, opened its mouth and bit off the banshee's head.
The banshee was instantly uprooted like a camellia planted in the soil. The bones of her neck were separated from her body, leaving long, sticky bloody threads, and only her body was still spinning.
After turning around, I realized that my head was gone.
The banshee tried to find her head, but was swallowed by the snake shadow. The monsters beside her scattered in all directions upon seeing this.
One of the monsters had a vine body, but in a panic it turned into a long rope and trembled on the ground.
"Aren't you leaving yet?" The boy who had eaten the monster had skin shining under the red silk, and his face looked like a banished god, but his tone was soft and peaceful.
But as he stepped on its trembling body quickly, he suddenly paused.
He held the camellia he had just picked, slowly squatted down, stretched out his jade-like hands to stroke the vines on the ground, and his rosy lips curved into a smile.
It's a rope.
Mingyueyi didn't know where Pu Yuemin was, but she found him by accident.
A young man with the appearance of the moon was tied up in an awkward position by a thick vine, his neck was entangled, his long hair fell to the ground, and in his arms was a camellia that looked like a human head, still dripping with blood.
He noticed her coming, raised his face, and smiled pitifully in her direction: "Senior Sister, come and save me, there is a monster trying to eat me."
If there hadn't been any blood-red flesh flakes on his black hair, she might have believed that he was now powerless.
And the head in his arms.
Ming Yueyi stood there looking at him for so long that he thought she would not come over. He raised his hand to grab the vine on her neck and removed the red silk covering her eyes to see what she was doing.
But he forgot that he had dug out his eyes.
On the beautiful face that should have had a pair of peach blossom eyes, there were two bloody holes, showing a terrifying and bloody look.
Without eyes, you can't see.
I can’t see my senior sister.
He was so annoyed that he grabbed the vines with both hands and strangled himself to death.
Ming Yueyi watched as the young man lay on the ground like a puddle of rotten silk, the vines tightening his neck into a twisted arc, and he seemed to have lost his breath.
She frowned and walked forward, squatting down to touch him, and saw a small white snake crawling out from under him, with scarlet eyes and sharp teeth. It rubbed her fingertips with its tail while baring its fangs and eating the boy's body.
Soon, it ate so much that its body became bigger and its belly was stretched out. A hand was urgently working under the skin, tearing open the snake's belly.
The young man's black hair was loose again, and his white skin crawled out from under the snake skin. His lips were red, his hair was beautiful, and he looked strangely beautiful.
While half of his body was still in the snake's belly, he had already stretched out his pale hands to hold her face. His beautiful eyes were bright as he looked up at her. His lips were pale, but he was smiling: "Senior Sister, I picked some flowers for you. You will definitely like them."
Mingyue Yishun turned to look as he spoke.
What fell to the ground was not a flower, but a human head in the shape of a flower.
He obviously didn't expect it to be a head. He pursed his thin lips and got out of the snake's body. The skin on the ground was instantly eaten clean by the little snake that came out from nowhere.
Mingyueyi looked at the bizarre scene in front of him and seemed unusually calm.
She knew that Pu Yuemin could not die and would be reborn infinitely, but this was the first time she saw how he came back to life.
Eat yourself.
Pu Yuemin picked up the plum blossom that had fallen on the ground, turned around and smiled at her: "Senior Sister, this is me, the one I want to give to you."
Mingyueyi's eyes fell on the plum blossom bone in his hand.
The young plum blossoms were delicate, their buds tinged with green and white, more fragrant than the human head that he had mistaken for a camellia when he was blind.
"I'll pin it in your hair for you." He walked over, and his long hair, which had been spreading continuously, stopped growing as he got closer, and just fell to the ground, like a black satin cloak.
He plucked a plum blossom from the branch, pinned it into her hair, and then, supporting her pointed white chin with his finger, said softly, "Senior Sister, look up."
Ming Yueyi raised her eyes and asked him, "Does this really look good?"
Pu Yuemin's eyes showed satisfaction, "It looks good."
He added, "Senior sister is the most beautiful person I have ever seen."
Ming Yueyi raised her hand to touch the tender plum blossoms on her fragrant bun, but before she could do so, he grabbed her wrist and lowered his head to kiss her on the lips.
As if he had been paying attention to her for a long time and couldn't bear it any longer, he pried open her lips and licked along her teeth and tongue.
Mingyueyi's mouth was filled with the cold, slippery and flexible object, her waist was softened by the sucking, and she gasped softly.
Pu Yuemin released his hand from her wrist, took a step back, put his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately in his arms.
"Ha." She was out of breath, her eyes a little red and wet, leaning crookedly on his shoulder, feeling the boy's cold hand stroking her lower back, and looking at the distance with her eyes open.
The young man who had just arrived was standing not far away. He seemed to have not expected to encounter such a thing and his steps stopped for a moment.
The woman who had just been chatting with him in the pavilion now had a flushed face and misty eyes. She was completely embraced by the young man, whose face could not be seen clearly, and was kissed wildly.
No matter how far away they were, he could still hear the smacking sounds of their lips and tongues entangled, mysterious, forbidden, and even chaotic.
The inseparable man and woman were surrounded by a shimmering ambiguity, which was blown by the wind into Fen Jing's dark eyes. He knew what they were doing, and the young man was even naked.
He thought the boy was wearing a black robe, but it turned out to be just thick and long hair.
Although he had lived for countless years and knew that cultivators also made pacts and practiced dual cultivation like ordinary people, Fen Jing was completely focused on the path of the sword and had never seen such a scene so directly.
He stood there frozen for a long time, then suddenly realized that Mingyueyi had seen him.
Almost instantly, he turned around and flew away on his sword.
Mingyueyi leaned on the boy's neck, looking at his stumbling back. Her hot breath sprinkled on Pu Yuemin's cold skin, which seemed to make him feel warm.
Pu Yuemin hugged her tighter and moved his nose down along her lips, pressing the tip of his nose against her collarbone. He took the buttons on her collar into his mouth and bit them open with his tongue, while his hands were busy lifting up her skirt.
Mingyueyi trembled in response to his sudden pressure, her fingers lost strength, and her trimmed and round nails almost dug into his arm flesh.
Pu Yuemin, who was working hard, raised his red, wet face. His lips were bright red, and his eyes were blurred as he stared at her: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Ming Yueyi gritted his teeth, feeling the pleasure of being stuck and twisted, shook his head, exhaled slowly for a few breaths and said: "Take your hand out, we are outside, people will see us."
Pu Yuemin turned his head and looked behind him, a dark look suddenly flashed in his eyes. He turned back to look at Mingyueyi, whose face was rosy, and curled his lips with a stronger force, like a young man with bad habits.
"No, no one can see it. I blocked you all."
"Hmm." Ming Yueyi's eyes flashed, and he closed them instantly, a soft moan escaping from between his tightly clenched teeth.
"Senior sister cares about him a lot, I didn't notice that he and senior brother had the same face." He lowered his head and rubbed her raised neck affectionately, his breath gentle, his tone jealous and malicious.
"I cut off his hands and dug out his eyes so that he could never look at my senior sister again."
Mingyueyi completely collapsed in his arms. Her body was shaking so much that she felt dizzy and had no time to pay attention to what vicious words he was saying.
Slowly out and quickly in, rubbing to the extreme, like the young plum blossoms by the temples being twisted into a soft and sticky mass.
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Returning from an outing, Mingyueyi found an excuse to send Puyuemin away, then pulled Shang'er along and said, "I know how to get out."
Shang'er's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard this: "Daojun, how are we going to get back?"
Ming Yueyi said, "It's in the small garden of the mansion."
"Small garden?" Shang'er asked in confusion.
"Hmm." She had just figured it out and wasn't entirely sure, but it should be pretty close.
Shang'er: "Daojun, let's go quickly."
Mingyueyi nodded. She had sent Pu Yuemin away not long ago and had locked the eyeballs he left behind in a box so that he could not see them, which bought her some time.
The small garden of Ming Mansion is beautifully maintained, with lush spring branches and clear lakes.
Mingyueyi brought Shang'er and walked along the crescent corridor over the canal. Before they got close, they saw the young man not far away.
He sat on the railing, like a red wisteria flower clinging to a branch, his red skirt rustling in the wind from the bank.
When Mingyueyi suddenly saw the young man who should have been outside appear here, his steps suddenly stopped.
Pu Yuemin looked at her and smiled faintly: "Senior Sister."
Ming Yueyi's demeanor quickly returned to normal. Without moving forward, he asked, "Didn't you leave the house? Why are you here?"
He got down from the railing and walked towards her. "Because I can't see anymore, I don't know what Senior Sister is doing, where she's going, or who she's talking to, so I came back."
Ming Yueyi looked at his intact eyes and the robe on his body, which was different from the one he wore when he went out just now, and knew that he had changed his body again.
"Senior Sister, why should I hide my eyes in the makeup box? What are you doing here?" He stopped in front of her with a smile. The air pressure around him was low, and even the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of gloom.
Mingyueyi took a step back.
Puzzled, he walked towards her: "Senior Sister."
"Don't come over." Ming Yueyi conjured up a long sword in his hand and pressed it against his chest to stop him.
Pu Yuemin lowered his eyes and stared at the sword on his chest. After a while, he looked up and stared at her calmly, saying, "Senior Sister, you can't kill me."
"I know." Ming Yueyi naturally knew that he couldn't be killed, "but your consciousness will be lost for a period of time, even if you live faster."
The smile on Pu Yuemin's face was completely covered with a layer of obscure gray mist. This was indeed his only weakness.
"But Sister, even if I lose consciousness, how do you know if you can really leave me?" He was not afraid of death, and even enjoyed whatever she did to his body, killing him, chopping him into pieces, or anything else.
His split body would form countless selves, each with a strong love and hatred for her. He would eat himself as quickly as possible, crawl out again, and find her.
"Senior Sister, you will never be able to get rid of me." His fair face was immersed in regret, the corners of his lips were naturally raised, and there was an evil divinity in his smiling eyes.
"Maybe." Ming Yueyi gripped the sword tightly in his hand, his eyes reflecting his figure blown wildly by the wind, his expression as calm as before, "But at least I won the bet, I can get out of here."
"Senior Sister, you can't get out." He denied her affirmation.
"I'm sure I can." Ming Yueyi looked at him with bright black eyes. "Pu Yuemin, you were also reborn, so you must have wanted to imprison me here a long time ago. This happened a thousand years ago. You came from the same place, but the only difference is that I was an unexpected accident. I took over your original identity and became the young lady of the Ming Mansion. So before in Yun Town, you told me how to get out."
Pu Yuemin said nothing, her body turned into a snake tail, and her long hair, which was loosely gathered behind her, kept growing longer and longer, like a slender little snake crawling towards her.
"The young master of the Ming Mansion contracted tuberculosis and drowned in the garden." Ming Yueyi cut off the hair that was entangled with her and ran towards the lake not far away.
So that is the exit of the illusion. As long as you jump down, you can break the illusion and get out.
But the young man was really difficult to deal with. He would not hurt her or attack her. He would only use his snake tail to wrap around her limbs and pull her back when she was about to jump down.
He hugged her from behind, his black hair tightly wrapped around her like a spider web, his pupils deep in thought as he stared at her face, which was filled with anger because of being entangled. "Senior Sister, if you can't get out, I will fill up all the rivers and lakes that can drown people."
Cold fingers stroked Mingyueyi's cheek, and she could no longer remain calm.
Although she saw through the formation, she was unable to escape from Pu Yuemin.
As long as she stayed in the illusion, every blade of grass and every tree here, whether alive or dead, was his eyes, and he was secretly spying on her from beginning to end.
She couldn't be left here forever.
Extreme frustration swirled in her heart and then quickly dissipated. After a while, the emotion in her eyes returned to normal. She raised her hand and stroked the pale back of the boy's hand around his waist.
"Junior brother."
Her tone was soft, not like she was being swallowed by her hair. Pu Yuemin was half numb from being called, and hugged her tightly, "Senior Sister, Senior Sister, I'm here."
Ming Yueyi: "Let me turn my head, I want to see you."
Turn your head, turn your head, turn your head...
He couldn't bear her tenderness, and his tense mind was full of thoughts of "turning his head". He held her neck with both hands, trying to twist her head and body into a twisted direction.
Before he could exert any force, he suddenly remembered that his senior sister was not him.
He placed the hand that was stroking her chin on her shoulder and turned her around: "Senior Sister."
A bloodless face enlarged before his eyes, with red eyes, black eyelashes, and thin lips smiling.
Mingyueyi looked at the face and for some reason felt hesitant to do it.
But she couldn't be trapped in the illusion.
"Junior brother, I'm sorry." A rare look of apology appeared on her face. The long sword in her hand pierced his chest. She stared at him with her beautiful almond-shaped eyes filled with mist. "I know your weakness, so I must get out. Now I can only ask you to die first."
In fact, she didn't know whether he would lose consciousness for a period of time after being killed. That sentence was just to test his attitude.
Now that he has admitted it, she will definitely use this weakness to achieve her goal.
The long hair wrapped around her body loosened, and the hands that were wrapped around her lost their strength. Mingyueyi easily broke free with a little effort.
The young man, whose chest was pierced again, fell to the center of the lake with a calm expression.
With a bang, several splashes of water exploded in the center of the lake, and the splashing cold water droplets fell into the corners of her eyes. The surrounding scenery began to become blurred and distorted.
The illusion began to break.
It turns out that she doesn't need to fall into the lake, he can break the formation by falling down.
Everything in front of Ming Yueyi's eyes became distorted and unclear. When she lowered her eyes to look at the clear bottom of the lake, she happened to meet the eyes of the young man who had not yet closed his eyes.
The look he gave her didn't hold any anger or hatred for being killed, but a smile. His lips, thin and red like withered roses, moved together, uttering silent words.
Senior sister, you lost.
But it was clearly him who lost.
Ming Yueyi felt strange in her heart. She wanted to see his face which was gradually breaking into pieces in the water, but her whole body was dragged into the darkness and she completely lost consciousness.
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