Chapter 16: Seduction to go to the senior sister again at night and wrap her with the tail
Ming Yueyi was so frightened that she stepped back, and soon a young man in a white shirt and a red gauze mask walked out from behind the rockery.
He leaned in front of her with a gentle look in his eyes, his black eyelashes drooping as he stared at the woman squatting in front of him, a faint smile on his lips: "Senior Sister, why are you here?"
Seeing that it was him, the chill in Ming Yueyi's body instantly dissipated. He propped himself up and stood up, saying to him, "I came out to look for my senior brother."
Pu Yuemin stared at her without moving his eyes, and said gently: "This is where I bathe."
To prevent him from misunderstanding, Ming Yueyi explained, "I heard that he lived in the east wing, but I didn't expect to find the wrong place."
"Yeah." He nodded, no emotion visible on his gentle and harmless face, and turned to walk down the road.
"Do you know where the eldest senior brother is?" Mingyueyi came out and followed him.
The young man walked ahead slowly, his voice soft and gentle, "He said this morning there was a demonic presence outside. He's already followed it and won't be back for a while."
Demonic energy?
Mingyueyi suddenly thought of what happened last night, and wondered if the demonic aura that He Wujiu sensed might be the monster that kidnapped her yesterday and sent her back for no reason.
Although she thought so in her heart, she still had to have something to prevent evil spirits from entering her body just to be on the safe side.
She has few useful magical weapons left.
If she went back to refine it again, she felt really distressed when she thought about how many spirit stones she would have to throw into the furnace.
Pu Yuemin walked along the white marble edge of the hot spring pool and entered the room.
Ming Yueyi followed closely behind him and asked, "Junior brother, do you still have spiritual power in your body?"
The young man did not look back, his long black hair brushed past the doorstep like a black snake crawling towards him, and even his hair showed a kind of beautiful and strange beauty.
"Yes." He said in a gloomy tone: "Why did you suddenly ask about this, Senior Sister?"
As the last note fell, he stood in front of the rosewood railing, with a nine-foot-high hibiscus flower screen beside him.
Ming Yueyi happened to stop in front of the embroidered hibiscus flower and looked at him with her fair face. "I can't use the spiritual power in my body anymore."
"How could it be?" He turned sideways and raised his fingers to unbutton the pipa button on his collar, nonchalantly as if he didn't believe it.
Ming Yueyi extended her hand towards him, "You can use your spiritual power to detect my spiritual roots. They should be blocked."
He lowered his flawless, beautiful face and looked at her.
Mingyueyi blinked her black and white eyes and looked at him.
After a few breaths, he turned his eyes away, loosened his hands that were unbuttoning a few buttons of the pipa, and lightly placed his thin fingertips on her wrist.
The boy's body temperature was always cold, like a drop of frozen water seeping into her veins along her skin. She couldn't help but want to shrink back her hand, but he held her wrist tightly.
"Senior Sister, I haven't used my spiritual power to investigate yet, don't move." He reminded her in a low and ear-catching voice, softly and slowly.
Mingyueyi did not pull her hand back any further. She pursed her red lips slightly, feeling a chill like a small snake swimming in her blood, its long tail dragging out an indescribable itch.
Until a wisp of cold air swirled in her body and bumped her lightly. She suddenly felt as if she had been electrocuted and her legs became weak. She was unable to stand steadily for a moment and collapsed.
Fortunately, the young man stretched out his long arm, grabbed her wrist and pulled her up suddenly.
"Uh ah." She threw herself into his arms, her nose filled with the fragrance, which made her soul seem to fly out of her body.
"Senior Sister." He seemed to be teased by her soft moans. He suddenly hugged her and bent over to press his body against her. His cold eyelids rested on her neck and he whispered softly.
"Did you get hurt? Why did you scream?"
It's not painful, it's just so comfortable.
The remaining rationality made her clench the cloth around his waist tightly. With a red neck, she looked up and looked at the tall boy in front of her with tears in her eyes, "You've taken the wrong path. Don't use your spiritual power to hit the spiritual palace and find the spiritual root."
She didn't know how he couldn't even find his spiritual root, so she grabbed his wrist with trembling hands and guided him to feel for the location of the spiritual root on his body.
The third rib is a little higher.
"Here." She half-closed her eyes, her heart pounding because of his collision, her limbs felt as if all over her body were crawling with ants gnawing at her, and a tingling and sore feeling spread to every inch of her skin.
No wonder even those sword cultivators who have renounced all emotions and desires and practiced the ruthless way would still look for a Taoist partner. However, they haven't even entered the spiritual palace to have spiritual intercourse, and they have already been stimulated by the pleasure to the point that they have no strength to move.
If the body and soul are united in dual cultivation, the soul will ascend to bliss.
Mingyueyi lowered her voice, buried her face in his arms, and let the boy's fingertips press on her third rib.
He asked in a low voice: "Senior Sister, is this here?"
"No." She gasped softly to calm her trembling body.
Point your fingertip one inch upward.
"Senior Sister, is this the place?"
"No, no."
If his fingertips moved upwards, they would touch the soft cloud. He did not move upwards, but just kept his fingertips lightly pressed against the bottom.
"Senior Sister, do you want to go up further?" He lowered his head, his cool thin lips pressed against her hot earlobe, and his breath rubbed lightly against her skin as he spoke.
Mingyueyi felt dizzy. Her mind told her that it was time to stop, but she longed for him to go a little further.
The young man's hands, which were just unbuttoned, were very beautiful, slender like bamboo shoots, and the blue veins on the cold white back of his hands matched the light pink of his fingertips. Such bony and beautiful hands were very suitable for doing other elegant things.
"Senior Sister."
She kept her head down and didn't speak for a long time. The boy seemed to be unable to wait any longer. He lowered his head and gently rubbed her ear. His lingering breath passed into her cochlea, causing her whole body to tremble.
Ming Yueyi was in a trance and felt that there was a very light hissing sound, like the sound a snake couldn't help making when spitting out its tongue.
Her lost sanity returned in an instant, she raised her flushed cheeks, and the confusion in her eyes gradually disappeared, regaining a trace of clarity.
"No need to go any higher, it's at the third rib." The woman said calmly.
Pu Yuemin paused his fingertips for a moment, and slowly raised his head. His overly bright eyebrows and eyes were extremely deceptive.
Regret flashed across his pure black eyes.
Awake. Senior Sister's concentration seems to be better than before.
He thought carelessly, and the spiritual power at his fingertips had penetrated the third rib and found the blocked spiritual root.
Ming Yueyi felt the cold temperature enveloping every one of her ribs and couldn't help but ask, "Did you see it?"
The boy tilted his dark eyes at her, a harmless smile on his lips: "Yes, it's blocked by something."
Mingyueyi let out a long sigh, loosened her grip on the fabric, stepped back from his arms, and distanced herself from the overly close distance between them.
"Can you tell what's blocking it?"
Pu Yueminxu lowered his raven-black eyelashes, which trembled slightly. He shook his head regretfully, as if he hadn't noticed anything. "A ball of indistinct true energy."
Mingyueyi didn't feel disappointed by his answer. After all, he had only been a disciple for a short time, and he didn't expect him to be able to tell what was blocking his way.
"So I want to find my senior brother as soon as possible. Before I find the monster here, I need the demon-killing sword he has." Ming Yueyi looked at him and said, "I feel like an unclean demon has haunted me."
"An unclean demon?" The young man seemed to be unable to find the key point of his words, and his eyes looking at her seemed a little depressed.
"Yes, it's very slippery and covered in mucus. It's extremely disgusting." Mingyueyi pursed her lips and nodded.
Thinking that it might be a snake, she couldn't help showing disgust, and didn't notice that the boy in front of her had his eyebrows drooped coldly again, and was twirling his fingertips in thought.
After a few breaths, the coldness on his face dissipated, returning to his usual calmness. He said to her slowly, "I don't know when my senior brother will be back. If you're worried that a demon might haunt you, I will protect you."
"You?" Mingyueyi looked at him puzzledly.
She was not overthinking it, he had just entered the first level. If a big monster really came, he might not be able to withstand a few attacks.
He saw her worry, and his pale, bloodless lips curled up into a slight smile. "Don't worry, Senior Sister. I broke through yesterday, and I have a special physique. Since I was a child, ordinary monsters have been unable to get close to me. You are safe around me."
Breakthrough?
Mingyueyi looked at him with surprise in her eyes when she heard that, as if it had only been less than two months?
He had already achieved entry and leaped to the second level.
This talent actually arouses jealousy.
What also made her jealous was his natural ability to repel monsters. Although she had long known that he had a special physique, she still felt a little envious when she heard him say that low-level monsters could not get close to him.
No wonder she was worried that Pu Yuemin would surpass He Wujiu in her first life and imprisoned him. This talent that makes people hate her would make everyone jealous.
Ming Yueyi suppressed the sour envy in her heart and nodded in agreement: "Okay, but how can you help me?"
Pu Yuemin smiled and said, "Senior Sister, you can go back first. I will come back later."
Ming Yueyi subconsciously asked, "Why later?"
"Because I want to take a shower now." The smile on his face remained unchanged, but it gave her a cold and gloomy feeling.
Mingyueyi remembered that Shang'er had just said that this was a bathhouse, so they naturally didn't come here to look for anything.
"Sorry, I'll go back and wait for you."
"Yeah." The young man nodded modestly.
Before Ming Yueyi turned around and left, her eyes couldn't help but sweep across the pair of jade collarbones exposed after he unbuttoned his Pipa bra.
No wonder all the fellow disciples in the sect like him. From his appearance to every strand of hair, he is impeccably beautiful.
After Mingyueyi left the room, the door was closed. The young man standing in front of the hibiscus embroidered screen had cold frost flowers spreading from his long robe that hung down to the ground. Not only the floor, window frames, but also the beams were covered with cold ice.
His long, smooth black hair and eyebrows were also covered with pale frost. His eyebrows and eyes were gorgeous, his lips were cold, and he looked around his body absent-mindedly with his eyes lowered.
Isn’t it clean?
He obviously showers every day, so why does she think he is unclean?
Recalling the disgust in Mingyue Yifang's eyes when he said that, he took off his beautifully embroidered robe, revealing his muscular body, and walked out barefoot.
There was no one outside.
He stepped into the clear water step by step, and the straight black satin hair draped behind him kept growing longer until it piled up into a misty black ball on the water surface. As for his lower body hidden in the water, silver snake scales gradually climbed up his waist and abdomen.
Senior sister said that an unclean demon had entangled her, so he should wash himself clean before entangled her again.
The boy's pale skin was gradually rubbed pink in the hot spring, and even some of the silver-white snake scales on his tail were rubbed off.
Faint traces of blood spread upwards from the water, but he seemed unaware of it. His eyes were empty, and the corners of his lips were raised as he carefully plucked out all the scales from his tail.
This way I can wash it more cleanly. Then I will go find my senior sister at night, wrap my tail around her and stroke her.
The scales that sank to the bottom of the pool turned into countless white snakes, and soon the clear pool was filled with the wriggling white snakes. At first glance, the handsome young man had a flushed face, loose black hair, and a red and white chest as if it was covered in milk in the water.
Senior sister, senior sister, senior sister... He will wash it very clean, cleaner than anyone else.
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