Chapter 36 Chapter 36 Snakes stand together
Ming Yueyi had tried her best not to hear the sounds he made, but there was no covering her ears. No matter how hard she tried not to care, she couldn't stop him from shouting more and more loudly.
Helping him cure his illness.
Helping him heal...
Mingyueyi silently recited the meditation mantra in his heart.
Even until her hands became numb, the upper edge of the page left a shallow wet mark on the snow-white fabric, and she did not show any weakness.
Gradually, she could no longer close her fingers around the rod.
Mingyueyi wanted to finish it as soon as possible, so he was serious with his hands, but the more he did it, the more excited he became.
Ming Yueyi finally couldn't bear it anymore and looked up at him: "Don't hold it in, come out."
The young man's eyes opened and closed, his pale jade-like face steaming with heat. He was completely immersed in it and shook his head, his long hair swaying like a thick black waterfall.
"Senior Sister...I want to..." His weak voice was intermittent and even quieter than a gasp.
Mingyueyi couldn't hear clearly, so she subconsciously put her ear close to listen.
Pu Yuemin stared at the approaching woman with his pupils dilated, raised his hand to grab her wrist, and turned over to press her into the mattress.
Mingyueyi was startled and wanted to push him away.
He lowered his narrow, pointed jaw to her, and slowly emerged from his lips with a tongue darker than a ripe plum. He seducely kissed her, "Senior Sister, I want you to kiss me... I can't come out."
Ming Yueyi didn't think at first that he would lose control and want to kiss her. She wanted to push him away, but the boy's entire hot body pressed against her.
It was moist again, and already full, but he couldn't get out.
Could he have done it alone before?
A doubt arose in Mingyueyi's mind, and he soon bit his lip.
The cold tip of his tongue pushed open the lips and teeth, sucking on the soft little tongue hidden between the pearly teeth. At that moment, he tasted the sweet water, sucked his tongue inside, plundered the saliva from the lips and swallowed it greedily.
Pu Yuemin's kiss was not really tender. Ming Yueyi lay on the pillow with her eyes half-gleaming as she wanted to push him away, but his hands were holding hers too tightly.
It was so tight that she felt like he was going to just ignore it and crush it.
My heart itches.
Mingyueyi endured and waited for him to wake up.
But during his reckless kiss, she always felt that his tongue was too long and licked her heart, which was why it was so itchy.
Finally, when he held his hand tightly at the critical moment, his words were intermittent, "Senior Sister, uh."
Mingyueyi's palms felt scorching hot, and in a trance she seemed to see his eyes red with joy, and the uncontrollable tears seemed to be blood flowing from his heart, streaking across his face like a white magnolia.
When she blinked again, the blood and tears in the boy's eyes seemed to be her illusion. He lay on her body and trembled slightly as if he had lost all his strength.
He didn't come back to his senses, and Mingyueyi didn't move either.
The quiet room has an ambiguous aftertaste of reaching the summit.
After a few dozen breaths, Pu Yuemin slowly blinked away the tears that were sticking to her eyelashes, and raised her tear-stained face: "Senior Sister, thank you so much."
The young man had a charming rosy face, and even Mingyueyi, a woman, couldn't help but sigh that he was really well-born.
"Get up when you're ready." Ming Yueyi reminded him, but her voice was very hoarse. She was completely unaware that her eyes were full of love and affection as she looked at him.
Pu Yue looked at her rosy cheeks with pity, slowly stood up, sat beside her, picked up her removed clothes and put them on one by one.
Mingyueyi also sat up, with her back to him, feeling that the current atmosphere was inexplicably strange.
There's this awkward feeling of like stealing but not really stealing...?
Mingyueyi also lowered his head, pretending nothing had happened, and straightened his slightly messy clothes.
After a long while, Pu Yuemin suddenly uttered a slow "hmm" sound.
It was a response to what I just said. It's all right now.
It would have been fine if he hadn't responded, but after he responded, Mingyueyi had an indescribable feeling, as if his heart, which had been licked by his tongue, still had a lingering numbness, and he was speechless for a moment.
Pu Yuemin didn't get a response from her. He turned around and held her shoulder with the hand he had just taken her. There was still a hint of pink at the corners of his eyes. "Senior Sister, you taught me sword skills today."
I really like the boy who practices sword.
He looked normal, showing no sign of fear or embarrassment. Ming Yueyi suppressed the numbness and forgot what had just happened. She nodded with swollen lips, "Okay, wait a moment. I'll come back to teach you after I've cleaned myself up. Go to the bamboo forest in the back mountain and wait for me."
Pu Yuemin tucked up her hair that was scattered on her shoulders with his fingers and looked at her.
She had just woken up and had simply washed herself with a cleansing talisman. Her hair was already messy, and he had just pressed her down, making her skirt dirty. She needed to tidy herself up before going out.
"Senior sister, let me help you tie your hair." He suddenly said this on a whim, with a hint of interest in the corners of his already charming eyes.
"No..." Ming Yueyi had just opened her mouth to express her refusal when he leaned over, picked her up, stepped down from the bed barefoot, and walked towards the dressing table.
He seemed not to hear and quickly put the person on the wooden stool.
"No need, I can do it myself." Mingyueyi wanted to stand up, but he pushed her down again.
He stood behind her holding a mahogany comb, combing her hair with a curtain, "Sister, you helped me just now, so I should help you with your hair. Please don't refuse."
Mingyueyi sat there motionless, not because of his words, but because of the force he pressed on her shoulders.
It is surprisingly large, and it seems to be lightly pressed, but in fact it feels like it weighs a thousand pounds.
He whispered behind her: "Senior sister, your hair is really beautiful."
Ming Yueyi looked at his hair through the bronze mirror on the table, and then looked at his long hair that fell around his ankles.
The boy's hair was shiny, as smooth and coarse as black silk, and much better than hers.
If an ordinary person with long, shiny black hair said this, she might think he was trying to hear hypocritical compliments, but he was praising him from the bottom of his heart.
The brush strokes were light and soft, so comfortable that she felt a little tired.
Ming Yueyi leaned back in her chair, half-closed her eyes and replied, "Yours is also very good."
Pu Yuemin smiled and continued to comb her hair.
Mingyueyi's scalp was massaged so comfortably that her eyelids slowly closed and she fell into a light nap unknowingly.
Mingyueyi was not at peace after a light sleep. There was always something soft and wet moving vaguely on the back of her neck. It was cold, and each time it moved was greedy. There was even a hoarse panting sound in her ears.
"Senior sister, senior sister, senior sister... Senior sister... I still want to lick your heart, I want... I want to eat you."
Perverted murmurs continued to be heard, and it seemed as if something huge was staring at her from behind, measuring with its eyes how to swallow her into its stomach when she was not paying attention to satisfy its craving.
Mingyueyi suddenly opened his eyes and leaned forward in his chair.
"Hiss—" Ming Yueyi covered his painful scalp and took a deep breath with tears in his eyes. His cloudy mind gradually came back to clear, and he could see the scene in front of him clearly.
She was still sitting on the chair in front of the dressing table, and Pu Yuemin was standing behind her, braiding the last strand of hair with her fingertips.
Hearing her cry of pain, he raised his still flushed face, and his voice was a little breathless with guilt: "Senior Sister, but did I hurt you?"
"No." Ming Yueyi covered his painful scalp. "I just had a nightmare and my reaction was too strong. It wasn't you."
Hearing this, he gently comforted her that it was just a dream, and continued to braid her hair with his eyes lowered.
Soon the last braid was finished, and he took out a small bell from the makeup box and decorated it with the end of his hair, placing it on his chest.
He held the bronze mirror in front of her: "Sister, it's ready. Do you like it?"
Ming Yueyi looked at the reflection of her hair in the bronze mirror, which showed her cloud-like bun and jade hairpin. Her naturally black hair and dark complexion were made even more beautiful by the overly exquisite bun, especially the golden bell hanging on her chest. It didn't take much thought to tell her that it rang with every step she took, which made her look both playful and charming.
"You can actually tie your hair up." She was a little surprised.
If it was an ordinary bun, she might not be surprised, but such an exquisite bun would be difficult even for her to pull off.
His hair-tying technique was so good that she might not want to take it off at night.
"Yeah." He explained slowly, "I was alone for a long time, and when I got bored I learned to tie my hair up. Do you like it, Senior Sister?"
"It looks very good." Mingyueyi stroked her temples, her gaze fell on the bronze mirror, and a hint of joy appeared in her eyes.
Pu Yuemin smiled slightly and said gently, "Then Senior Sister, please change your clothes first. I will wait for you in the bamboo forest at the back mountain."
"good."
After the people left, Mingyueyi saw that her hair was so exquisite that she couldn't help but pick up her old love of beauty. She took out the rouge in her makeup box, drew her eyebrows, applied rouge, and put on red lipstick. She put on makeup to match her hairstyle, and found a set of wide-sleeved light gauze fairy dress that she rarely wore.
Ming Yueyi looked at herself in the mirror for a while before leaving her bedroom and going to the bamboo forest on the back mountain.
When she came, Pu Yuemin was not sitting cross-legged quietly on the stone as usual, but was leaning over with one hand on the bent bamboo, looking at something.
Mingyueyi walked over and asked: "What are you doing?"
Pu Yuemin tilted his head and smiled at her with his eyes curved. "Sister, the rabbit is injured. I'm trying to see if it can still walk."
Ming Yueyi lowered his eyes and saw a snow-white little rabbit in front of him, kicking its injured foot wrapped in red cloth.
Ming Yueyi asked, "Did you bandage it?"
He nodded. "Yeah, I just came over and saw it had been bitten by a small animal and had injured its leg. I felt sorry for it so I bandaged it with a hairband, but I didn't bring any medicine."
Ming Yueyi looked at him. His black hair was completely loose without the headband, still black and thick. His complexion was not diminished at all. Instead, it was filled with holy light because of the compassion he showed when he spoke.
The kind Holy Father was willing to give a rabbit a headband made from a precious silkworm that only produces twenty inches a year.
Ming Yueyi bent down and touched the rabbit's head. "It should be fine now. Go practice your sword skills while I apply medicine to it."
"Okay." He gently brushed the hand of the rabbit she was caressing, and a snake sword appeared from his palm. He went to the open space on the side to practice sword.
The young man's sword moved back and forth smoothly, and the spiritual energy in the bamboo forest condensed on the red tip of the sword on the white body. His long and beautiful black hair waved along with it, not in a lingering manner, but as clean as flowing clouds and water.
He has already mastered the sword techniques taught a few days ago, and can even add his own insights. His sword dancing is like dancing with flowers, and it is not just a beautiful posture.
Mingyueyi looked at it for a few seconds, lowered his eyes, picked up the rabbit, and untied the hairband that was used to stop the bleeding.
She often practices swordplay without considering the consequences and always pushes herself to the extreme, so she always carries healing medicine with her, which can now be used to treat the little rabbit.
Mingyueyi found the healing powder from the storage bag and carefully poured it on its injured leg.
The little rabbit's wound was hideous, and it struggled violently when the powder was poured on it.
Ming Yueyi held the little rabbit down and comforted him, "Be patient, it will be fine soon."
The creatures that grew up on Fenjing Peak were more or less spiritual. The little rabbit that understood her words stopped struggling and lay obediently on her lap, trembling and shaking its feet as she healed.
Mingyueyi had never seen such a timid and pain-afraid little rabbit before. A faint smile appeared on her lips, and she bandaged the rabbit again with increasingly gentle movements.
After bandaging the little rabbit, she turned her head again.
The young man practicing swordplay was still there, perhaps noticing that he was watching her, as his steady swordsmanship suddenly went awry.
Mingyueyi put the little rabbit down, walked forward with the sword in hand, and raised his sword.
He didn't expect her to suddenly come forward, with a smile on her face, as if she was about to put away her sword.
"Focus." Mingyue Yi's sword struck his wrist. "Keep the sword horizontal, point the tip at the opponent's chest, and go straight for the vital point."
He swung his sword, dodging her thrust and striking her in the chest.
Mingyueyi spun around to avoid him, but he still accidentally unbuttoned a button on his collar. However, he didn't care about the untied collar and rushed forward again with sword in hand.
"Strike back with the tip of the sword toward the side of your thumb."
"Ear strike."
"Pick your wrist..."
He understood every word she said, and was able to quickly resolve her tricky sword techniques and even suppress them.
He is indeed a swordsman who is more talented than the male protagonist.
It had been a long time since Ming Yueyi had such a satisfying competition with anyone. Neither of them used spiritual power, but every sword move and every style was fierce while leaving room for maneuver.
After a sparring match, Ming Yueyi's sword was almost broken by him, and he barely managed to stay on the ground to avoid being in a mess.
Ming Yueyi looked at him with bright eyes and praised him generously: "Your swordsmanship is very good."
Pu Yuemin put away his sword without a trace of pride on his face. He said modestly, "It must be because Senior Sister hasn't used this sword technique in a long time. If Senior Sister had used another sword technique, I would have lost long ago."
Mingyueyi did not refute.
This set of sword techniques was indeed the first one she learned when she practiced the Way of Ruthlessness. It is not suitable for everyone. She will create her own sword techniques after she has mastered them.
She hasn't used it in years.
Ming Yueyi carried his sword on his back: "In a short while, you should be able to create your own sword techniques without my teaching."
Pu Yuemin saw that she seemed to be leaving, "Where are you going, Senior Sister?"
Ming Yueyi gathered the buttonhole that was cut by the sword and said with her head down, "Go find the eldest brother."
Ever since He Wujiu came back, she has never gone to look for him because of the rumors. If she doesn't go, she is afraid that he will really become a couple with Xia Niang.
She, the junior sister who is about to go on the plot and almost become the male protagonist's Taoist partner, may really just be a junior sister.
So she had to appear in front of him now, and it happened that she had beautiful makeup and hair today, so there was no need to dress up specially.
Ming Yueyi was thinking, but she didn't notice that after she said this, the young man in front of her suddenly had his long eyelashes drooping, covering his dark red eyes, and his smiling face seemed to be lingering in the wet mist of the forest after the rain.
"Senior Sister seems to like Senior Brother very much."
"Of course." Ming Yueyi replied without hesitation: "I have existed almost entirely for him in my entire life. Maybe I won't abandon him in the future, but I can't abandon him for the time being."
As a cannon fodder for the male protagonist, she was killed by his sword in nine lifetimes and could not get rid of him at all.
Ming Yueyi used the needle to fix the collar, raised her pretty face, and said to the boy who had remained silent after saying that to her, "You should practice sword in the forest first. If you get tired, go back early."
"Yeah." His thin white wrist rested on the hilt of the sword stuck in the wet soil. His handsome eyebrows drooped, revealing the expression on his face.
After giving the order, Mingyueyi left the bamboo forest.
As soon as she left the bamboo forest, thick white fog rose around her.
The entire bamboo forest was shrouded in it. The young man standing there had long black hair hanging down to the ground, and the hem of his crimson skirt dragged on the ground as he walked.
He picked up the little rabbit that was injured and unable to walk on the ground, and looked at it condescendingly and indifferently.
The little white rabbit slowly transformed into a white snake covered in rabbit skin on his sword. It moved along the sword blade little by little, and then wrapped around his cool, thin wrist, making a hissing sound.
"How come I can't even keep my senior sister?" The young man had a gloomy look in his eyes. He complained slowly, and then the shadow snake under him opened its mouth, chewed up the little white snake on his wrist, and swallowed it.
He was not satisfied with eating himself, but leaned against a thick bamboo pole, looking gloomily in the direction where Mingyueyi had just left.
I’m so annoyed. I can’t express it in words.
I want to eat this body, but my senior sister has played with it today.
He thought of what was happening, his pupils flickered slightly, and his body transformed into a snake tail, swimming towards the bedroom.
The courtyard was the same as when he left. He pushed open the door, and his erect snake pupils fell on the bed in a daze.
On it lay a set of taken-off dresses.
My senior sister just took it off and hasn’t put it away yet.
He walked over, stopped in front of the couch, slowly bent down, and buried his entire face in it.
It has the smell of my senior sister, so strong...
The snakeskin was pushed open.
Two objects stand side by side.
He didn't care and kept smelling the remaining scent on the skirt.
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