There was no light on in the room, and the dim glow of the night pearl was applied to the skin on the man's back, creating an ambiguous color.
Without the cover of cloth, the slender and strong waistline was exposed to the air. The muscles there were tense at the moment. Under Mu Xue's gaze, the skin slowly began to become moist, and a bead of sweat formed and rolled down.
Cen Qianshan has been handsome since he was a child. When he was in Fuwang City, he had just grown into a young boy and amazed the entire Shimiao Street.
Almost every day, the affectionate girls hid outside the yard and peeked, throwing their handkerchiefs over the wall. Now the boy has grown into a man, and has gone through the years, with wounds on his body and blood on his shoulders. Instead, he looks tough and refined, which adds to the mature temptation that Ke Kang tastes.
Mu Xue swallowed and found her throat dry, with a fire burning in her heart.
At this time, reason can easily come up with a hundred reasons to warn Mu Xue not to get close.
But unfortunately, what makes us human is that we have a heart made of flesh and blood. Love, hate, desire, greed, hatred, resentment, and all kinds of emotions arise here, and they cannot always be synchronized with the rationality in the brain.
When she had clearly seen the line of words left on the stone table, allowing her to freely choose the person with whom she would practice dual cultivation, she felt only disgust and anger about the matter.
But at this moment, when the man in front of me took off his clothes, my cold and steady heart was inexplicably bewildered, and I moved my feet as if possessed by a ghost, and walked towards that man.
In any dual cultivation method, it is almost just a one-sided plunder and playing, and the party being taken away is bound to feel humiliated and embarrassed.
Everything, including the senses, happiness, consciousness and dignity, will be controlled by others. Mu Xue can even dress neatly and calmly manipulate everything he has, and wantonly take away the most precious things for a cultivator.
But the man with red ears still closed his eyes and lay down, with his black hair flowing down gracefully, and let himself lie across the glittering jade bed.
He was like a feast that fell from the sky, served on the table, exuding a sweet and tempting aroma, and placed in front of Mu Xue, inviting her to touch him and feast on him.
All principles and morals should be swept under the table at this time.
Mu Xue stretched out her hand, her heart beating so violently that it almost jumped out of her chest.
His ankles were covered with a thin layer of skin, and one could see the light blue blood vessels beneath the skin. The temperature there was as warm as he had imagined, but as soon as he touched it, his toes quickly curled up.
The air was filled with a sweet fragrance, and the person whose ankle was held made a slight throat sound, turned his face away, and his long eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly. This gave rise to a wild desire in people's hearts, wanting to explore whether he had a more lovely appearance and voice.
Mu Xue struggled in her heart for a long time, gritted her teeth, but suddenly let go of her hand.
Only the small hill won’t do. Only the small hill won’t do.
Although he did it voluntarily, he must have felt wronged.
Mu Xue knew better than anyone else in the world what Cen Qianshan had paid for her and how long he had waited.
Before I figured out my feelings and could take responsibility for him, it was not right and I couldn't bear to take away his essence so hastily just for a little desire, for a moment of enjoyment and convenience.
She sighed in annoyance and reluctantly let go of the person in her hand.
After regaining consciousness, Mu Xue realized something was wrong. The air was too sweet, and her and Xiao Shan's emotions were too intense.
In the corner of the roof, a male silkworm moth that had been attached to it for who knows when spread its wings and flew out of the palace gate, spreading an ambiguous sweet fragrance in the air.
She actually used such a despicable method as using a coquettish voice. Mu Xue was angry and raised her hand to perform a fire spell. A ball of fire burned the moth that was about to escape into ashes.
Male silkworm moths are a species unique to the demon world. The scales on their wings have a powerful effect of confusing the mind and aphrodisiac. They often fly in groups in the wilderness, sprinkling their unique blue scales. This scale powder can be used to make a very famous aphrodisiac in the demon world - Meishengjiao.
What made Mu Xue angry was that there was only a small moth here, but she almost lost her mind and lost her mind. Could it be that she was living too comfortably in the fairy world and lowered her vigilance
She took out a thin blanket and covered Cen Qianshan with it.
"Wake up, it's the male silkworm moth. This temple has done everything to allow people to practice their skills." Mu Xue gently pressed Cen Qianshan's shoulder through the blanket, "We can slowly find the exit. We can't let you down like this."
A nasal sound with a hint of grievance came from under the blanket, followed by a slight "hmm".
…
There was a clay pot in the open space outside the house. The water in the pot was bubbling and exuding a tempting fragrance.
On the stone table in the room, Qianji's head was separated from its body. The head was placed aside, and Cen Qianshan was carefully repairing its body which was badly damaged in the previous battle.
Qianji's body structure is extremely complex, and the materials that make up its body are precious materials that Cen Qianshan has accumulated over the years, which are not easy to collect. It is impossible to repair it as easily as the ordinary puppet in Ding Lanlan's hand.
Cen Qianshan searched for refining materials in the storage bag, and even temporarily dismantled parts from other magic weapons to temporarily repair Qianji.
"Master, you feel uncomfortable without me to talk to you, don't you?" Qianji's little head was placed on the table, unable to move. He was very bored and could only keep looking for Cen Qianshan to talk.
Cen Qianshan focused on what he was doing and did not answer it.
He didn't say anything, but it meant that he agreed, and Qianji became happy.
"I have already done the third step you mentioned. But it still doesn't work." Cen Qianshan suddenly said.
"Master, I saw it all." Qianji's mouth opened and closed excitedly, "I think you should be more proactive. You can't just wait for a girl to push you down."
"But," Cen Qianshan sighed, stopped what he was doing, and frowned with a hint of embarrassment, "That person is Master. If it was someone else..."
Respect for Master has become a habit engraved in my bones. Being able to achieve this point now is already my limit.
Of course, there is no longer any possibility of other people. Before I realized my feelings, she was the only one in my heart. My heart has been completely filled by her, and there will never be room for anyone else in this life.
Cen Qianshan ruffled his hair and covered his eyes with his hands. In the past two days, he had said all kinds of shameful words while holding back his shame. He had also done all kinds of shameless things with his eyes closed.
Almost every moment after meeting his master was filled with happiness and torment. The urge to hold her in his arms and the condemnation of himself for such a rebellious act were always in conflict in his mind, becoming the source of his anxiety.
“Indeed, that’s true.” Qianji blinked his small iron eyes. His master had probably said more words in the past few days than in a hundred years combined. He didn’t even know that his master could be so talkative.
It's a pity that Mrs. Mu was unmoved. She really deserves to be the woman with the name Wuqingxue.
Could it be that she despises her master and wants to practice dual cultivation with another coquettish bitch? Xiao Qianji rolled his eyes and glanced at all the portraits that appeared on the other side of the desktop.
"Humph, none of them can compare to the master's beauty." Qianji said disdainfully, "Except for this Xiao Changge who is slightly good-looking. Hehe, it's a pity that he is no longer a virgin... Uh-huh."
Mu Xue came in from outside and saw Xiao Qianji's head sealed by Cen Qianshan's spiritual power, and he was whimpering there.
"What do you mean by perfect?" She moved closer to Cen Qianshan, holding the back of the chair with one hand and watching him repair the puppet.
Qianji has been with Cen Qianshan for many years and is his most powerful weapon. The body has three forms: troll form, armor form and daily form. In this small body, Cen Qianshan's skills and secrets that have been honed over the years are hidden.
Mu Xue saw this and felt so much love in her heart that she couldn't help but help.
"This sensory exchange array is really unique. Is it a self-circulating system that increases spiritual energy?" Mu Xue pointed at an extremely delicate small silver array plate engraved on the inside of Qianji's neck, "Did you design it yourself?"
Cen Qianshan turned his eyes and glanced at her.
"It's really amazing." Mu Xue praised sincerely.
Cen Qianshan's mouth curled up with an undisguised smile, "The last time I saw the puppets in Dongyue Temple, I had a lot of feelings in my heart, but I couldn't find the right materials to experiment with for the time being."
"We are on the same page. After returning from Dongyue Temple, I have gained a lot of new insights into puppet making." Speaking of her favorite transformation technique, Mu Xue became excited and took out a small puppet that she had not yet finished refining to share with Cen Qianshan, "Look at this."
The little puppet held a green lotus leaf, and ran a few steps on the table with its tender white feet. Suddenly, its whole body turned into a pool of liquid, flowing from one end of the table to the other, and then condensed into liquid again. Its pretty little eyes glanced at Qianji, who was unable to move, with a hint of provocation.
Qianji screamed, "Isn't it just that you are good at escaping? What's your name? Tell me. When I fix it, I will show you how to fight."
Before Mu Xue could stop him, the little puppet had already spoken, "My name is Xiao Jin. Shan Xiao Jin."
Shan Jin was a puppet, but Shan Xiao Jin didn't know that he had easily revealed his master's secret. He proudly said, "I am the master's favorite puppet, and my name was given to me based on the master's favorite person's name."
Mu Xue had to cover her face.
"Shan Xiaojin? Who is Shan Xiaojin? Does your master like Shan Xiaojin the most?" Qianji quickly became alert and pricked up his ears to inquire. There was a little girl at home, and now there is Shan Xiaojin. They are both troublesome guys.
And Master, how can you still laugh? Mr. Mu has another vixen in his heart who came from nowhere.
The stove outside the house was gurgling. It was the chicken soup that Master had specially prepared for him out of sympathy for his injury.
In front of the stone table in the room, the master and he leaned against the table, heads touching, discussing and pondering a pile of formations drawn on blueprints.
The boundary of time became vaguely blurred, as if returning to the snowy courtyard.
Cen Qianshan suddenly felt that even if he couldn't find the exit and was trapped in this temple forever, it wouldn't be a bad thing.
On the land far away from here, at the edge of a huge and bottomless cave, the disciples of Guiyuan Sect had solemn expressions.
"You... are you really going to go down and find someone? It doesn't look like a good place down there." Lin Yin stretched his neck at the entrance of the cave, and his face was hurt by the hurricane wind blowing up from the bottom of the cave.
The huge dark cave looked like a bloody mouth opened on the ground, with a strange hurricane swirling around it, and some horrible whimpering sounds could be heard faintly.
Not long ago, a huge statue of joy appeared and created this cave. Zhang Xiaoxue, Xiao Changge and the demon cultivator Cen Qianshan all fell into the cave and have not seen any movement since.
Several people also tried to go in, but even Cheng Yan, who had an indestructible body, could not persist in going deeper and was soon forced back.
Only Zhuo Yu's Hun Yuan Bag could protect him a little in such a storm.
Zhuo Yu packed up his physical clothes, put on a set of armor, and prepared to get into the Hunyuan bag and go deep into the cave.
"It's too dangerous. Why don't we go back and ask Uncle Master if there is any other solution?"
Ding Lanlan lost Mu Xue. Although she was anxious, she also felt that it was too dangerous for Zhuo Yu to jump into the cave alone.
Zhuo Yu squatted on the ground and put on his knee pads. "If they are really in danger, they will be dead in a back and forth battle."
This was a man who was not very good at speaking, and Ding Lanlan once disliked him very much.
At this moment, she suddenly realized that, putting aside prejudice, along the way, whether it was fighting or guarding, this person who was hated by everyone in the sect had actually been doing the most silently.
Ding Lanlan bit her lip, took out a small bronze mirror from her bosom and handed it to Zhuo Yu, "This is the Hundred Refinements Bronze Mirror, a protective magic weapon my aunt gave me before I left."
"You keep it, and help me find Xiaoxue." She carefully entrusted this partner who was much stronger than her in the ring, "You have to come back safely too, we are all waiting for you here."
Seeing this, Lin Yin reluctantly took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, "Here, take it, Runwu Huichun Pill, there is only one, it will be effective for any serious injury. I only have one."
Zhuo Yu received all the self-defense weapons and life-saving pills entrusted to him by his companions. He weighed them in his hands and found them to be very heavy.
"Don't worry, I will bring them back." He left these words, raised his magic weapon, and jumped out of the danger.