Chapter 163
Jing Wuyan was given a headache and was annoyed by the sobbing sound. This female cultivator really completely revolutionized his understanding of cultivators. He had been cultivating and had lived for such a long time, but he had never seen such a cowardly and unambitious female cultivator.
There is nothing to do except eating, drinking and having fun.
What was the point of him bringing her here? Was it to hold him back?
Jing Wuyan looked at the man with tears all over his face. When he lowered his head, all the tears splashed onto his chest. His temples suddenly throbbed twice.
He suppressed a rare trace of anger that was welling up in his heart. Forget it, he couldn't kill her. He couldn't kill her. It would be too low for him to compare with a small foundation-building cultivator. Moreover, he had just agreed to her request. Killing her now would cause trouble.
Jing Wuyan watched as the tide of snakes gathered around him, becoming increasingly fierce. The dense attack venom kept spitting onto his condensed spiritual energy shield, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.
But at this moment, the person in his arms was still like a rabbit, grabbing his clothes and trying to get inside, with his head buried in his robe and his hands wrapped tightly around his neck.
There was not a single part of her body, from head to toe, that was not hung on him. She was so afraid of death that it was simply outrageous! That was not all. She occasionally looked up and started crying again.
"Wuwu, help me, it's over, it's all your fault."
"I told you I wouldn't come, and now I'm traumatized. I'll never eat snakes again."
"Hurry up! It's coming again. Chop off its head. Chop off that one too."
While giving orders, she was crying and complaining from time to time, "You were too cruel. He is dead beyond recognition. The blood is spurting onto my hands. This robe was just given to me by my senior brother. It is very expensive. You have to pay for it!"
Jing Wuyan took a deep breath. He was able to control himself when he heard the first few sentences, but when he heard her second sentence, the veins on his forehead suddenly emerged.
His chest suddenly felt out of breath, and the spiritual power in his body leaked out in all directions. He was not careful, and the spiritual energy shield that had condensed around him was instantly cracked by the Red Flame Snake King.
Jing Wuyan gritted his teeth and uttered a sinister and threatening word from his throat, "Shut up! If you dare to say another word of nonsense, I will throw you into the snake pit right now."
Nan Yan started sobbing again when she heard this. She had her limits when she acted like that. Seeing that this man was really angry, she bit his shoulder. It didn't hurt at all, but she just let out a sob sound as if she was venting her feelings.
Jing Wuyan gathered his spiritual energy again. He didn't want to argue with her now. Otherwise, he would really have the urge to chop her off together with those densely packed snake heads.
Seeing the snake tide becoming more and more surging, Jing Wuyan couldn't help but frown. He had thought about it carefully before coming here. Originally, two people were completely sufficient to deal with these spirit snakes, but this Red Flame Snake King should have broken through not long ago and should be a fourth-level monster now.
According to his previous skills, he could kill them all with one hand and solve these troubles in the blink of an eye.
Unfortunately, he has been sleeping for too long, and now his cultivation has regressed to the lowest level. In addition, Huaili is only a hindrance and is of no use at all. He never thought that one day, he, the dignified Lord Qingyou, would fall into such a predicament. It is really embarrassing.
Jing Wuyan raised his hand and condensed a flying blade to sweep through the dense snake tide, back some of the attacks. However, forcing this was not a solution as he did not have enough spiritual power.
Suddenly he thought of something, looked down at the female cultivator curled up in his arms like a quail, and suddenly got a headache with anger again, "Where is your storage bag?"
Jing Wuyan had the urge to grit his teeth. He had never felt so aggrieved in his life. The Qiankun Bracelet was really blind to be relied upon by such a female cultivator. This person looked like a hopeless case.
"Have all your years of training been in vain? You're avoiding this kind of experience-gathering thing. How did you fool people with your secret realm missions? Why don't you use your ice and gold arrow talismans now? Aren't you saving them for someone else to make a fortune with later when they touch your corpse?"
Nan Yan's mouth twitched, and she realized that this man's mouth was also very poisonous. No wonder he was a black belly. She pretended to move her head an inch away from his arms, and then she spoke, "In my arms."
Hearing this, Jing Wuyan subconsciously reached out to take it, but halfway through he thought of something, lowered his head and glared at her angrily, "Hurry up and get it yourself!"
Nan Yan heard his head shaking like a rattle, and she hugged him tighter, muttering, "Don't think I don't know your plot, don't even think I'll let go, I'm holding you now, how can I hold you? If I let go, you'll fall, and you took the opportunity to throw me into the snake pit as a stepping stone. I won't let go, I won't let go even if I die, don't even think about fooling me."
After hearing this, Jing Wuyan took another deep breath, and then still found that he was so angry that his chest was stuffy.
How afraid of death is this female cultivator? Why does she cultivate herself when she is so timid and despised? And how did she survive in the cultivation world until now? What did she rely on? Could it be that she is just afraid of death?
For a moment, he really wanted to throw her into the pile of snakes and kill her, but then he thought about the Red Flame Snake King's inner elixir that was so close to him, and then he thought about the consequences of killing this female cultivator.
Jing Wuyan was quite unwilling. Thinking of the price of falling asleep again, he could not afford it now, let alone waking up again after a hundred years. If he met someone like this again, then the price would be in vain.
So he raised his hand and directly grasped the soft waist of the female cultivator, and with his other hand he held her legs, holding her firmly in his arms. Then he spoke coldly, "Hurry up and take it. If you keep talking nonsense, I will really throw you in to feed the snakes."
Nan Yan felt the touch of being held in someone's arms. This person's body temperature was obviously low. Perhaps he was not used to it. His thin but strong arms were tightly stretched.
Nan Yan couldn't help but curl her lips, then she took out her storage bag from her arms, and with the warmth still in her arms, she stuffed it into the other person's chest, muttering:
"Here, here, all is yours. Please use it sparingly. I spent a lot of money on it. Don't waste it. Just think of it as a loan from me. You have to pay me back in the future."
Jing Wuyan really wanted to cover her constantly opening and closing mouth with his hands. Before, he only thought that she was greedy, cowardly, and had no ambition, but now she had another shortcoming: being nagging and always looking for trouble.
When she encounters danger, she can only howl like a ghost and a wolf. Apart from eating, drinking and having fun, she just takes advantage of the situation. She has no ambition and is shameless. She has been raised into a blatant waste by her good senior brother. She can't even deal with such a low-level monster.
How can such a person survive in the world of cultivation?
It can be said that this female cultivator is a rare combination of all the shortcomings that he dislikes and hates, which is extremely troublesome.
Finally, Jing Wuyan used fire talismans to forge the snakes, then used ice talismans to instantly freeze the snake tide, and finally used spiritual energy to condense flying blades to attack and destroy them one by one. After a long struggle, he finally succeeded in killing the Red Flame Snake King and successfully obtained the Snake King's inner elixir.
With the death of the Scarlet Flame Snake King, the snake tide lost its leader, so the group of snakes on the Thousand Autumn Vine began to slowly retreat. At the same time, the remaining spiritual energy in Jing Wuyan's body was almost exhausted. If it were not for the sake of stabilizing his soul power, he would not have entangled with such a low-level little spirit snake. It was really a wolf.
Just at this moment, he turned his head and saw the female cultivator. When the snake tide began to slowly retreat, the female cultivator decisively got off him.
But she still refused to calm down. She pulled at his sleeves and cried pitifully while she started picking up the body.
These red flame snakes were all level one or two spirit snake monsters. Some of them were level three or above if she was lucky. She picked up all the snake corpses on the ground without leaving a single one behind.
He was working hard in the front to drive back the snake tide, and she followed behind him to pick up the good stuff, not doing any hard work at all, and looked like she had suffered a great injustice.
From time to time, she cried in his ear, pulling his sleeve to wipe her tears while crying, "Wuwu, you don't know, I was really scared today. I have never seen such a disgusting scene. In the past, my senior brother would always protect me."
"It's all your fault. I really thought I was going to die this time..." Nan Yan sobbed and pretended to be a weak little white lotus while accusing him of the cruelty and brutality of his methods today. "I thought I would never see my kind-hearted fellow disciples again in this life... Uh, this one is too chopped up, I can't sell it for a good price."
As she spoke, she fished out a storage bag from her bosom and stuffed it into his hand, saying in a tone that she was doing him a favor, "You should at least put in some effort. There are so many corpses, let's all make a fortune together. Didn't you say that the formation in the Qiankun bracelet has been activated and needs to be replenished with spiritual energy? When we're done, we can share the spiritual stones we get from selling them."
Jing Wuyan clenched his palms instantly, feeling the urge to squeeze her to death.
Nan Yan didn't care what he was thinking in his heart, as long as she could benefit from it.
Oh my, I'm rich, I'm rich.
She made another huge fortune without having to put in any effort. Especially when she saw the man opposite her turn pale after his spiritual power was exhausted, and finally his face turned blue because of her words, Nan Yan just felt very refreshed and picked up the bodies even faster.
Jing Wuyan really felt that his bottom line had been lowered to the lowest level again by this female cultivator. He never thought that he could endure this.
He turned his head expresslessly, his dark eyes staring at her deeply.
Heh, you little bastard, you said you were scared, but you picked up the body so skillfully. Did you think he was easy to fool? Was this female cultivator deliberately trying to trick him from the beginning?
Finally, Jing Wuyan let out a breath and suppressed the murderous intent in his heart.
Then he picked up corpses with her, but not to help her, but to clear an area. After the blood of the monster spread everywhere, it would easily attract other ferocious monsters to come over.
His spiritual energy has been exhausted now, and it is impossible to count on the female cultivator over there to resist, so he can only rely on himself.
After the surroundings were cleaned up, Jing Wuyan threw the storage bag in his hand directly at the female cultivator, and the bulging bag hit her on the head.
The female cultivator uttered an "ouch", then turned around and glared at him angrily, her eyes wide open, "What are you doing..."
Before she could finish her words, when she looked down and saw the full storage bag that had hit her on the ground, her eyes, which had been wide open, narrowed again and instantly turned into two crescents.
"You smash it, you smash it, it doesn't matter if your hands get sore."
As he spoke, he stuffed the storage bag into his arms.
Jing Wuyan sneered, as if he looked down on her greedy look, turned his head away from her, and let out a light breath, calming his emotions. Then, he took out a walnut-like Thousand Machine House from his sleeve, and with a push of his spiritual power, the house opened like a formation and landed on the open space.
After doing all this, he turned around and looked at Nan Yan again, "There is not enough time today, spend the night here first. You should be alert at night, I want to refine the inner elixir."
Nan Yan said "hmm" twice very honestly this time.
Then, she followed him into the Thousand Machine Room with great interest, with a look of curiosity and surprise on her face. She touched and rubbed everything, and her whole body gave off an air of stupidity that was new to the world.
Jing Wuyan took a glance and then looked away in disgust to avoid feeling more embarrassed the more he looked.
Nan Yan looked around. The Thousand Machine House was a house about the same size as her bedroom, but it was made into small walnut-sized balls using formations and talismans. This was probably the ability of a weapon refiner.
Even the most skilled weapon refiner in their sect probably doesn't have this skill. Perhaps not only their sect, but the entire cultivation world is unable to build such a Thousand Machine House.
Nan Yan couldn't help but move over and start to make her presence felt. It would be impossible for him to meditate peacefully in this good opportunity where a man and a woman were alone in the same room. She just wanted to torment him to death.
Jing Wuyan sat on the jade bed of spiritual stones and began to refine the inner elixir of the red flame snake. Nan Yan saw the jade bed he used for meditation and the spiritual stones he used were taken from her storage bag.
She went over and patted his thigh, her face full of ingratiating, "Boss, from now on I am your little brother or sister. I will follow you through thick and thin, and make a fortune with you. But I don't know your name yet, boss?"
I don't know who she learned this shameless and outspoken attitude from?
Jing Wuyan opened his eyelids and saw the female cultivator stretching out her white, soft claws to touch the small round ball hanging on his waist, her eyes full of curiosity and concern.
He raised his hand, and without thinking, he slapped the back of that hand without any hesitation. A fresh red mark immediately appeared on the fair and moist skin.
The female cultivator raised her eyes and glared at him with watery eyes.
"You hit me again?"
Jing Wuyan was disturbed by her harassment and couldn't calm down. He lost his mind to think. "Who is your boss? When did I say I would take you in as my younger brother? Who told you to touch me casually? If you do it again, I will chop off your fingers."
Nan Yan seemed to be frightened when she heard that, and her fingers shrank instantly. She didn't know if it was because she thought of his decisiveness when he chopped off the snake's head, but her fair and charming little face immediately turned a little pale.
Nan Yan is not a fool, so she can naturally see that this man has no intention to kill her at the moment. This man is probably a contradictory person who says one thing and means another, the kind of person who says no but actually wants something very much.
Well, after thoroughly understanding this person's character, Nan Yan felt more confident in her actions. Her pretentious and artificial character was just the right counter to this person, which was great.
Nan Yan accused him in a low voice, looking aggrieved, "You used my spirit stone, I recognized you as the boss, and you still despise me? What's wrong with me touching you? What's wrong with letting me see your little walnut? I don't despise you, don't forget, you still have my blood in your body."
Jing Wuyan was so angry at these words that he got a stitch in the side and his temples twitched uncontrollably twice.
It's true that he was revived by her blood, but how does that mean he has her blood in his body?
It's just complete nonsense.
Jing Wuyan sneered, his stern brows furrowed, he turned his head, staring at her with dark eyes, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will really throw you out."
"The Thousand Machine House is of no use to you. You've been lazy all day in the sect, slacking off and being scared to death when fighting a low-level monster. You will never use my Thousand Machine House in your life. If you want something, go ask your good senior brother for it."
Nan Yan's fingers grabbed his robe again without him noticing. Jing Wuyan saw it but was too lazy to care about her. He scolded her but she didn't listen. This man didn't have any sense of shame at all.
Her face was as thick as a city wall. If an ordinary monk was accused like this, he would have been ashamed and embarrassed. However, she did not feel ashamed, but proud.
Nan Yan glared at him sullenly, and seeing that he did not resist, she quietly touched his waist again, "My senior brother doesn't have it, if he had it I would have come here long ago, I'm just taking a look, can you lend it to me for a few days? We have lived and died together for so long, you just saw me taking so much trouble to help you pick up the corpse, then I will give you a few more spirit stones, okay?"
As she spoke, her fingertips touched the walnut-sized Thousand Machine House. Just as she was about to smile and was about to continue touching the hanging knot, her wrist was grabbed with a "snap".
At least he didn't hit the back of her hand this time. His slender white fingers tightly pinched her wrist.
The cool temperature came through the thin clothes.
The slender knuckles pressed tightly against her skin.
Nan Yan raised her head and looked at the man. Her pretty and charming little face was raised, with a few strands of soft hair falling on her cheeks. Her eyes were dark and round, with a hint of expectation and curiosity. It was obvious that she really wanted what was in his arms.
Jing Wuyan also looked over, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, staring at her intently, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he suddenly chuckled, "You really want it, right?"
Nan Yan followed his lead and nodded with a smile, looking particularly happy. "Yeah, I just want to take a look?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist suddenly tightened, and Nan Yan was pulled forward by this man, with her other hand just resting on his leg.
As soon as she looked up, she heard the man's tone suddenly become gloomy and slightly threatening, "Oh, you're not afraid of death, are you? Do you really think I'm joking with you?"
He had never seen such a cowardly yet arrogant female cultivator. Did she think that if he didn't kill her, there would be no other way to deal with her? She was so bold that she repeatedly touched his bottom line.
He raised his other hand, and the female cultivator subconsciously held his palm, her face full of anxiety and compromise, "Hey, stop hitting me, stop hitting me, it will swell up if you keep hitting me. I just want to take a look at your little walnut, right? Are you so stingy?"
"You know that our sect is very poor. I have never seen the world, so I must be very curious when I see something new. Your treasure doesn't look ordinary. If you care so much about it, can't I just not look at it?"
Nan Yan pursed her lips slightly. She was the best at pretending to be good and deceiving others. She raised her eyes and looked at him aggrievedly, "Stop hitting me. I was wrong, okay?"
The claw that had been doing whatever it wanted was now held obediently in his hand, not daring to struggle.
Jing Wuyan just felt like he was holding a ball of cotton wool in his hand. It was soft as if it had no bones, smooth and slippery. It didn't look like it had any attacking ability, which made people particularly disgusted.
He stared at the person deeply for a while, feeling inexplicably irritated. He felt that if he continued to be disturbed by her like this, he didn't know when he would be able to recover his spiritual power.
Thinking of this, Jing Wuyan's brows instantly wrinkled even tighter.
Then he snorted coldly, untied the Thousand Machines Small House from his waist and threw it heavily at her head, "Take it and get out of here. If you delay me from refining the inner elixir, I will refine you as well."
After saying that, he pushed the person away, as if he was too lazy to bother with her.
Nan Yan cried out "Ouch!" and leaned back unexpectedly, almost falling down. Fortunately, she managed to stabilize herself at the last moment.
She saw the man opposite her glance at her and then turn away with disdain. Nan Yan naturally smiled at him nonchalantly, then held the Thousand Machine House and began to study it.
She naturally became content after getting the little walnut.
Nan Yan thought to herself, it seems that she has found out this man's bottom line again. Although he said that he would throw her out to feed the snakes, he said it so many times but never actually did it once.
He is indeed a person who says one thing and means another.
Seeing that the mirror opposite her had closed its eyes and began to meditate again, Nan Yan leaned on the other side and took out various soft and comfortable mattresses and quilts from her storage bag.
On the spacious jade bed was a very comfortable couch. The cushion on the couch was made of fox rabbit fur, and the soft pillow was also prepared by her eldest senior brother.
I have to say that this love-sick senior brother was very considerate at the beginning. I don’t know if that person missed her.
Anyway, the night was long and she was thinking about him a little. Her eldest senior brother had a thin and strong waist. It was very comfortable to hug him when he was in the warm quilt, and it was also very suitable to use him as a pillow.
Nan Yan made the bed, then quickly got down and picked out a piece of plump and full of spiritual energy spirit snake meat from her storage bag.
He condensed flying blades from his fingertips and cleaned up the spirit snake meat. He then took out various clay pots and pans from his storage bag, and stewed them with spirit spring water. While boiling it with spirit fire, he put various spirit plants and mushrooms into it.
After a while, a strong aroma emerged from the earthen jar, and the aroma rich in spiritual energy instantly filled the entire Qianji Hut.
Jing Wuyan opened his eyes at some point, and his dark eyes stared grimly at the busy female cultivator below.
He was probably so angry with this person that he had lost his temper.
In the past, he might have been slapped to death by this female cultivator the first time she harassed him, but now he was powerless to do anything.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he heard the clanging sound of the female cultivator cooking downstairs. He originally didn't want to pay attention to it and continued to concentrate on meditation. As a result, after a while, he smelled the fragrance that filled the room.
He had never been a person who paid attention to the desire for food, but he had been sleeping for nearly a hundred years and had just woken up. He had not tasted anything and his stomach had been empty for a hundred years. Now he was distracted by the annoying smell and had no intention of meditating.
Jing Wuyan looked at her expressionlessly, and couldn't help but said in a deep voice, "As a cultivator, you should focus on cultivation and improving your cultivation, but you are not only lazy and enjoy pleasure, but also indulge in food and drink. How can a cultivator like this break through and ascend to heaven?"
He added, "If you can use the energy you put into enjoying life to cultivate, why worry about not being able to break through the initial stage of foundation building and ascend to the next level?"
Oh, this guy finally couldn't help it and took the initiative to talk to her. This is really strange.
Nan Yan thought, although this person always said that he disliked her for her low level of cultivation and her lack of ambition, he actually didn't have much ill will towards her. This was probably due to the whole cultivation world. The more people who would do anything to improve themselves, the more they would be looked down upon.
After all, in this world of cultivation, even the closest couples would have backup plans, and it was impossible for them to tell all their cards to each other, lest they die when betrayed.
There are also advantages to not striving for progress. A monk who eats, drinks and enjoys himself all day long is at least not so enviable and is more likely to gain trust.
When Nan Yan heard the voice, she turned around and stared at him. She had a good temper, so she didn't get angry after hearing this. She snorted twice and turned her head away again. "I practice cultivation to make myself live a better life. If I only pursue the realm and ignore the process, then wouldn't the meaning of my practice be putting the cart before the horse?"
Jing Wuyan looked down on her, thinking that she was just saying this to comfort herself because she was not talented enough. He snorted coldly and asked, "You are living such a lazy life in the sect, and your senior brother doesn't care about you?"
"Hmm?" What does this change of subject have to do with her senior brother?
Nan Yan raised her head and gave him an angry look, "What's wrong with me? Isn't it good like this? I have food and drink, and I live a comfortable life. Why does Senior Brother have to control me?"
Jing Wuyan was silent for a moment, and continued, "Your current cultivation is too low, but your senior brother is two or three realms higher than you. Aren't you worried that your senior brother will abandon you? When he ascends to the upper realm, you may still be a low-level cultivator, and you will never be able to catch up with him in your lifetime. Don't you feel ashamed?"
Nan Yan ignored him and just ignored what he said. "Well, so what? Everyone has their own aspirations. My goal is to enjoy life in time and make myself happy."
After saying that, he picked up the spoon and stirred the delicious snake soup. The milky white soup exuded a fragrant aroma.
But in Jing Wuyan's eyes, her nonchalant look seemed like a rotten tree that cannot be carved.
He was silent for a moment, looked away again, and then stated a fact, saying calmly, "You will only hinder your senior brother by doing this."
Nan Yan was very unhappy after hearing this, as if she was only good at causing trouble and making a living. She couldn't also go into the secret realm to complete the mission. So she turned around and stared at him coldly, her dark eyes wide open.
"What does it have to do with you? My senior brother is willing to be dragged by me. I don't care if others want to be dragged by me."
Jing Wuyan also stared back and said disdainfully, "You are so boastful. No one in the cultivation world will always like a female cultivator who holds them back. Even if he is your senior brother, he has no obligation to always take care of you and pamper you. Sooner or later, he will get tired of you and abandon you to ascend alone."
Nan Yan was very unconvinced when she heard this. Although this was indeed true, she was now a little fan of her senior brother. How could she tolerate others slandering her senior brother?
So she looked at the man opposite her, looking him over and over, and finally she looked at him with a hint of disdain, saying with disdain, "You look so jealous that you are beyond recognition. It's really disappointing."
As she spoke, she shook her head, looking disgusted.
"Do you think I don't understand what you said? Don't think I don't know your little thoughts. My lover will always be my senior brother."
"I tell you, even if you try your best to slander him in front of me, the fact that I like my senior brother will never change. I won't believe you, humph."
After snorting, she turned away angrily, looking as if she was quite disgusted with him.
Jing Wuyan: "..."
Did she misunderstand something?
Jing Wuyan looked at the subtle glances that person cast at him from time to time, and suddenly he felt a tightness in his chest. He really wanted to knock open the head of this female cultivator to see if it was filled with grass. Otherwise, how could she have such an outrageous idea?
There were countless beautiful female cultivators in the spiritual realm of the upper world who had thrown themselves into his arms, and all of them were beautiful goddesses with all kinds of charm in the world of cultivation. But this little girl, who looked underdeveloped, dared to despise him for having evil intentions.
Where does she get the confidence to think like this?
Most importantly, which eye of hers saw that he had such thoughts about her?
He obviously disliked her for her lack of ambition and determination, for she spent her days eating and drinking and messing around, which was simply disgusting.
Jing Wuyan was so angry that he really wanted to catch the man and give him a good beating.
But he probably got used to it after being angry for a while, and finally his expression slowly subsided. He sneered and closed his eyes again. It would be better to ignore her and not be bothered by her. When his cultivation recovers 10%, he will be able to leave this stupid woman.
There was no need for him to pay any attention to her, nor was there any need to bother with her. If it wasn't for coincidence, they would never have the chance to come into contact with a female cultivator of such low cultivation level in their lifetime.
When he finds the real owner of the bracelet, he won’t care whether she lives or dies, haha.
Nan Yan on the other side didn't care how angry he was. Seeing him close his eyes and enter a state of meditation again, she snorted lightly, hoping to make him angry to death.
She estimated the time and saw that the fire was almost ready, so she opened the lid and felt that the snake soup in the earthenware jar with various spiritual plants added became more fragrant. She ate most of it by herself and put the rest on the table to keep it warm with spiritual stones.
After she had eaten and drunk her fill, she simply washed herself with the spiritual spring water and climbed back onto his jade bed. This was the good thing about being a cultivator: the meat of the spiritual beasts in her stomach could be converted back into spiritual energy to replenish her spirit.
She looked at Jing Wuyan beside her and saw that he seemed to have entered into deep meditation, with spiritual energy emanating from his body. She then began to meditate and practice like him.
It did look quite good at first, but maybe she wasn't used to the hard bed. Even though it had a soft mattress, it was still not as comfortable as the one in her room.
In the second half of the night, she naturally shifted her head and rested it on Jing Wuyan's thigh. The man didn't notice it and continued to sit in meditation. She turned over again, with the back of her head facing his waist and abdomen, wrapped herself in the quilt, and slept soundly.
By the next day, Jing Wuyan's inner elixir had finally been refined, and his mind and spirit had become slightly more stable.
He gathered the spiritual energy that was overflowing from his body, and the invisible spiritual energy turned into flowing fireflies and seeped into his body. Jing Wuyan's breathing became long and steady, and his consciousness gradually recovered.
When he opened his eyes, he felt something pressing on his thigh.
Jing Wuyan frowned and looked down, then saw the female cultivator sleeping soundly with her head resting on his thighs.
The originally fair and rosy little face looked especially rosy after sleeping, with a healthy pinkness. The row of thick black eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a light shadow on the pink eyelids.
Because the distance was so close, he could almost feel the warm breath exhaled by the female cultivator.
She was totally unprepared and really brave. Wasn't she afraid that he would slap her to death?
Jing Wuyan narrowed his black eyes, and seeing the female cultivator sleeping so soundly, he couldn't help but get angry.
Then he reached out and grabbed the soft flesh on the female cultivator's cheeks, pinching and rubbing it subconsciously, and finally pinched her cheeks and threw her off his legs.
"Have you slept enough?"
This hit Nan Yan's head directly onto the jade bed. She cried out in pain and woke up instantly.
She raised her head and glared, her eyes were misty because she had just woken up. Also, because she looked like a sweet and obedient little sister, even if she was angry, she didn't have that aura and was not intimidating at all.
Perhaps it was because she was hurt, she stood up and her subconscious reaction was to curse, "You son of a bitch, do you want to rebel?"
Only after she finished scolding the man did she come to her senses.
Then he saw Jing Wuyan's eyes narrowed even more sinisterly. He turned around, pulled Nan Yan, who was still not quite conscious, towards him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Dog stuff? Haha, good, you are quite courageous. Who are you scolding?"
I will scold you, I will scold you...
You dog, are your legs made of gold? They are so long, what's wrong with using them as a pillow for her? Will they break or fracture?
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