Chapter 27 A red, moist, soft tongue extends
Sheng Zhiyi had been eyeing him for a long time, and upon hearing Ji Fuguang say this, she immediately stopped being polite.
Pick up a ghee-filled snail and put it in your mouth.
It has a smooth and sweet taste, like cheese slowly melting in your mouth, but with a touch of fragrance, without any heavy or sticky feeling.
Light and fragrant, sweet but not cloying, with a refreshing aroma that fills the mouth.
She squinted her eyes in satisfaction and nodded gently.
"It truly lives up to its reputation!"
After swallowing the buttered snails, Sheng Zhiyi raised the wine cup in front of her:
"Senior brother, I'd like to offer you a toast for what happened today."
Although she temporarily gained the upper hand in her battle against Qin Shaoyang and the outer disciples, and it appeared that she was fighting six people at once, in reality, anyone with eyes could see that she had gained the upper hand by striking first.
Before Ji Fuguang arrived, she was already covered in bruises, and even her leg bones were almost broken. She couldn't hold on for long.
Everyone was blinded by rage and acted without considering the consequences. If Ji Fuguang hadn't suddenly appeared, she herself didn't know what would have happened to her.
Perhaps her tendons and veins are severed, perhaps she loses limbs... neither of which she can bear.
Both emotionally and rationally, she should thank Ji Fuguang.
Ji Fuguang stretched out his fingers, picked up the wine glass, stared at the wine in the glass, and gently curled the corners of his lips.
He didn't say anything, tilted his head back and swallowed the wine.
Moonlight shone through the clouds, casting his face in shifting light and shadow, sometimes like a compassionate Buddha, sometimes like a demon leading people astray.
Seeing how decisive he was, Sheng Zhi thought he couldn't be outdone, so he also tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
The icy liquor went down my esophagus, and the spicy, pungent taste shot straight to the top of my head.
After a while, a rich aroma slowly emerged in my mouth, intertwined with the pungent smell of the liquor, making it hard to say whether it tasted good or bad.
Sheng Zhiyi secretly grinned and stuffed another piece of pastry into her mouth, trying to suppress the taste of alcohol.
The pastries are shaped like kumquats, with a translucent orange-yellow filling. When you bite into one, you can taste the plump segments of kumquat, which are sweet and sour.
She belatedly realized that Ji Fuguang had bought these snacks, but it seemed he hadn't eaten a single one.
He sat upright opposite, his long fingers twirling the wine cup slowly.
He had an otherworldly appearance.
Why did he buy so much stuff?
But Sheng Zhiyi didn't have time to think about anything else; she just felt lightheaded and her thoughts started to jump around.
The other thoughts in my mind gradually faded, and only one thought became increasingly clear:
She wanted to drink with Ji Fuguang to complete her mission.
Sheng Zhiyi picked up the wine pot and poured more wine into their cups.
Her arm trembled slightly, spilling most of the wine, but she was completely unaware of it.
"Senior brother, you allowed me to come to Frostflower Peak and privately teach me swordsmanship. I toast you with a cup of wine..."
Ji Fuguang watched her movements for a while, then picked up the wine cup and slowly drank it.
Sheng Zhiyi felt her cheeks burning, but her eyes were watery. Her thoughts were wandering and her speech was already a little slurred, but she still didn't forget to offer a toast.
"Senior brother, your conduct is upright and exemplary; you are a role model for us all. I toast you..."
As she poured glass after glass into her mouth, Sheng Zhiyi's mind became increasingly confused. Unable to control herself, the words came out of her mouth instinctively, without her even knowing what she was saying.
"Senior brother, you're handsome, let me toast you..."
"You smell so good, let me toast you..."
"Your fingers are so long... one cup..."
Sheng Zhiyi collapsed onto the stone table, her almond-shaped eyes slightly closed. The moonlight cast shadows on her long eyelashes, highlighting the delicate pink hue on her porcelain-like skin.
Ji Fuguang stood up and looked down at the girl with disheveled hair who was resting her head on his arm.
Her breath hit the back of her hand, and her words were almost a murmur.
"Your lips are so soft... I love kissing you..."
Ji Fuguang glanced at them lightly.
The girl's lips were stained a bright red and full with wine, glistening with a layer of moisture, crystal clear, like wine-soaked cherries, making one want to taste them and see if sweet and fragrant juice could be squeezed out when bitten.
As she moved, the wide sleeves slipped down, revealing red marks on her fair arms.
Despite being pierced by a longsword, the wound had only just begun to heal after taking the medicine and was not yet fully healed.
But she seemed completely oblivious, not thinking it was something that needed attention.
They even drink alcohol, showing absolutely no regard for their health.
Ji Fuguang reached out and brushed aside the strands of hair on Sheng Zhiyi's head, revealing the gold-inlaid jade butterfly hairpin that had become somewhat dull.
He gave it to her in the secret realm.
He made up an excuse on the spot, saying that he could conceal his presence and protect her.
It can indeed conceal her presence, but it only conceals his, while still allowing him to know her movements at any time.
She thought that after dropping the butterfly hairpin near the shallow pool at the entrance to the secret realm, she realized that someone was watching her and was already able to discover the hairpin's function.
Unexpectedly, she kept wearing it, as if she had never considered this possibility at all.
They kept pestering him, but it seemed that they were just pestering him; they didn't even bring up his name to scare others, or even mention him to others.
From her perspective, within the secret realm, she saved him twice.
But they never say anything, as if it never happened.
You can see her joy, anger, sorrow and happiness at a glance on her face. She is brave enough to protect him, but she doesn't care much about herself.
Despite being covered in wounds, he never thought of asking him for any miracle cures.
Instead, he returned to his dilapidated courtyard, ate the rations of a servant disciple, and slept a few more times, and it seemed to make him feel better.
Even when people gossiped about me behind my back, made veiled insults, or ostracized and targeted, I never asked him to help me get revenge.
She swallowed it all down and never mentioned it to him.
That's incredibly foolish.
She doesn't know how to act cute or coquettish, how to take advantage of weakness, or how unpredictable people are.
They don't know how to repay kindness with favors, how to use someone else's power to bully others, or how to outwardly comply while inwardly defying them.
When it comes to scheming and cunning, even a novice disciple is better than her.
It's astonishing how someone could have grown to such an old age.
Ji Fuguang's fingers slowly moved down Sheng Zhiyi's hair, across her cheeks that rose and fell slightly with her breath, and paused on her full lips.
Then it slid down, the fingers slowly tightening on Sheng Zhiyi's slender neck.
But it's okay...
Anyway, she's going to die soon.
The clouds dispersed, and the cool moonlight shone on the summit of Shuanghua Mountain.
Ji Fuguang's long eyelashes drooped down, revealing a small red mole on his eyelid crease, like a drop of bright red blood splashed on the snow, extremely conspicuous and shocking to behold.
The pear blossoms around the courtyard were blown by the wind, and in the moonlight, the cool fragrance of the pear blossoms became even stronger.
Sheng Zhiyi seemed to be startled awake, and struggled to open her eyelids.
What I saw was Ji Fuguang's face, which was right in front of me.
She subconsciously raised her arm and pinched Ji Fuguang's cheek, a smile spreading across her face:
"So beautiful... Senior brother..."
Ji Fuguang was taken aback.
Sheng Zhiyi reached out and pinched his lips with her fingers, pulling them into a flat duck beak shape.
"Hehe...it's soft..."
Ji Fuguang narrowed his phoenix eyes, watching her movements.
Sheng Zhiyi was already intoxicated and her mind was filled with Ji Fuguang's handsome face, so she couldn't understand his expression at all.
"Senior brother..."
She wrapped her arms around Ji Fuguang's neck, closed her eyes slightly, tilted her head back, and tried to press her cheek against Ji Fuguang's, as if facing a delicate and beautiful cat, wishing she could hug and cuddle it and play with it wantonly.
Suddenly, Sheng Zhiyi felt as if her whole body was floating, or flying in the air. She opened her eyes blankly and saw a whole dark night sky with the bright moon hanging high and its light shining down.
Sheng Zhiyi stretched out her arm and said excitedly:
"Senior brother! Look!"
She instinctively turned her head, but didn't see Ji Fuguang, and immediately became anxious:
"Senior brother? Senior brother!"
"shut up."
A clear, cold voice came from behind her. Sheng Zhiyi turned around and saw Ji Fuguang making hand seals while she was floating in mid-air.
She suddenly realized:
"Senior brother, I can fly now!"
Ji Fuguang was too lazy to talk to the drunkard, and his hand flashed with a magic seal.
With a "plop," Sheng Zhiyi fell into the cold pool atop Shuanghua Mountain, splashing up a large amount of water.
The icy pool water jolted Sheng Zhiyi awake for a moment. She instinctively floated to the surface, wiped her face, and looked at Ji Fuguang.
"Senior brother..."
She struggled to swim over, wanting to reach Ji Fuguang on the shore.
However, as he swam, the alcohol in his body surged again, blurring his will.
She splashed around haphazardly until she finally reached the shore. She stretched out one arm and struggled to grab Ji Fuguang's clothes. She looked up, her gaze unfocused, and muttered to herself.
"Senior brother...it's so cold..."
Ji Fuguang stood on the shore, as elegant as a jade tree.
He simply lowered his eyes and looked down at the girl struggling in the pool.
The pool water dampened her temples, and a strand of jet-black hair clung tightly to her cheek, its curls adding a touch of allure.
Her almond-shaped eyes were moist and sparkling, like they held shimmering water. A thin, pale pink tinge appeared at the corners of her eyes, delicate and fragile, as if a single, forceful touch with a long finger could leave a deeper red mark.
Ji Fuguang narrowed his eyes slightly, his phoenix eyes deep and dark, like frost chilling to the bone.
The water in the pool rippled gently, moving on its own even without wind, creating soft eddies.
Driven by his will, the icy pool atop Frostflower Mountain could instantly kill any girl in front of him with a single wave, wiping her out of her soul.
The bones were buried in the icy pool formation, becoming a source of spiritual energy that nourished the formation's operation.
Within the vast Tianyan Sect, an inconspicuous servant disappeared.
With his methods, it's like a drop of water disappearing into the ocean, without causing the slightest ripple.
Behind Sheng Zhiyi, the emerald green pool water swirled, and the eddies grew larger and larger.
Unaware of what was happening, seeing that Ji Fuguang remained silent, she reached out and hugged Ji Fuguang's leg, muttering in her sleep:
"Senior brother...why aren't you saying anything..."
She grabbed Ji Fuguang's clothes, closed her eyes, lifted her upper body from the pool, and pressed herself against him haphazardly.
Am I dreaming...?
The alcohol made her feel hot all over, even her breath felt hot.
The heat penetrated the fabric and hit Ji Fuguang's body. He felt as if he had been burned and suddenly flung his arm away.
With a burst of spiritual energy, Sheng Zhiyi fell back into the pool with a splash.
She raised her face with a wronged expression, looking up at Ji Fuguang, who seemed as high and mighty as a god, "Senior Brother..."
Ji Fuguang laughed in anger, and the pool water embraced Sheng Zhiyi as she floated up, standing weakly in front of Ji Fuguang.
With his phoenix eyes coldly fixed on her, Ji Fuguang reached out and grabbed Sheng Zhiyi's neck, his fingers tightening their grip.
Sheng Zhiyi's cheeks flushed red, and she could only make soft "hoarse" sounds.
She struggled to raise her arm, as if to reach out to Ji Fuguang.
A cold smile appeared on Ji Fuguang's lips as he slightly loosened his grip.
But then Sheng Zhiyi reached out and grabbed Ji Fuguang's hand.
Lowering her head, she extended a section of her red, moist, and soft tongue, gently wrapping it around her tongue.
She held his jade-like fingertips in her mouth.
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