Minglong

Chapter 380 You come and I go
After a few rounds of drinks, the room gradually quieted down.

Ye Yunchi seemed to be unable to hold his liquor, and slumped down next to the round table, his cheeks buried in his arms, his ears red, and his body occasionally trembling.

Zhao Ling was also quite tipsy, leaning against the man's chest, pulling his hand to her chest, and uttering incoherent ramblings:

"Is Senior Nangong older, or am I, the princess, older? Hmm~?"

Xie Jinhuan secretly and gently massaged with both his left and right hands, his whole body almost oozing blood. However, he couldn't bring them inside the curtains to indulge in unrestrained pleasure. He could only serve his patron diligently with both hands, saying helplessly:
"That's hard to say. People are different in height. Even if they have perfect figures, there are still differences in size..."

"So you think I'm too short?"

"How could that be? I don't mind that Senior Qixia is short..."

"Shh~ You can't say things like that. I heard Qingmo say that according to the records of Zihui Mountain, the Qixia Patriarch was petty. Anyone who dares to say that she was short will have to sweep the grounds of Zihui Mountain for half their life..."

Zhao Ling's breathing was also a little unsteady, but taking her male lover back to her room was clearly a bit too outrageous. Therefore, she simply leaned against him, playing with her fingers, and was enjoying herself when suddenly she had a sudden realization:
"Eh? Senior Nangong has responded. I have to go back. My father gave me this opportunity, and I haven't thanked him yet..."

He then closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Xie Jinhuan originally intended to stop and sit down, but perhaps driven to desperation by Bing Tuozi's desperate actions, he logged in at lightning speed!
The moment the words left his mouth, the person in his arms changed his demeanor completely. He tried to get up, but then looked down at the groping hand on his chest. A chilling murderous aura then filled the room!
Xie Jinhuan's expression stiffened. He tried to pull his hand away and sit up properly, but while he managed to pull his right hand back, his left hand was firmly held by Senior Sister Naigua.

"Uh……"

……

After Nangong Ye spoke his mind in the side hall, he wanted to slip away and hide as soon as possible.

As a result, she couldn't return after taking the pill, so she could only sit in the room staring blankly at Qingmo. The awkward atmosphere was so intense that it felt like an eternity, and she didn't know how she survived.

Having finally escaped Mo Mo's gaze, Nangong Ye had initially breathed a sigh of relief, but upon opening his eyes and discovering that this brat dared to act recklessly in front of Ling'er, all his emotions instantly turned into uncontrollable rage. He stood up:
"Xie Jinhuan... eh?"

Turning around, I realized there was a wine table next to me, and the scholarly-looking master of Qingmo Sword Manor was sleeping not far away, looking like he had drunk too much.

Xie Jinhuan sat upright between the two, his eyes showing concern mixed with a hint of embarrassment.

? ?
Nangong Ye initially intended to beat up the blond-haired man, but upon seeing that there were outsiders present, he quickly adopted a cold and elegant sword immortal stance with one hand behind his back. However, his expression immediately changed, and he glared angrily at Xie Jinhuan, his meaning clearly:

Are you crazy?
Touching me in front of Ling'er is one thing, but you even dragged Lady Ye into it?
Do you think Zihui Mountain is a brothel?
Are you trying to kill me?

……

Ye Yunchi, slumped over the table, was so engrossed in the kneading that she had forgotten where she was. Hearing the cold reprimand, she jolted awake, sat up, looked around blankly, and quickly pushed away the hand from under her skirt, stammering:

"I...I'm drunk, what happened?"

Nangong Ye was almost scared to death. Only when she realized that Xie Jinhuan seemed to have touched her while Master Ye was asleep did she breathe a sigh of relief. She then pretended to be calm and composed, adopting the dignified demeanor expected of a Daoist fairy.
"I just went back to check on him, and he was drinking himself into a stupor. He even got Miss Ye drunk. He really has no manners, so I gave him a scolding."

"Oh……"

Ye Yunchi was startled awake and realized what audacious and immoral things he had just done. He thought to himself:

Ye Yunchi, have you gone mad?
Weren't they here to prevent the Princess from causing trouble? Why did they fail to uphold the bottom line again...?

Xie Jinhuan, how dare she do this to her in this kind of situation... It seems like she was the one who started it...

……

Ye Yunchi was in a state of turmoil, worried about being discovered by Sect Leader Nangong, and dared not linger, so he quickly got up:

"I can't hold my liquor, so I'll head back to my room first. You can continue your conversation."

He started running out with his head down, but when he reached the door, he remembered something, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, turned back, and grabbed Xie Jinhuan's left hand, wiping it vigorously.
"Such a big boy, and he still manages to get his hands dirty while eating, really..."

After wiping it, it disappeared in a flash.

? ?
Nangong Ye looked at this scene with a puzzled expression.

Xie Jinhuan's fingers were indeed a little moist just now, but Senior Sister Naigua's slap almost rubbed off a layer of skin, so it was normal. He didn't want to say it outright at the moment, so he just stood up and held onto the ice block.

"Are you alright, beg beg beg...?"

Stab la la——

Before the words were even out of his mouth, Nangong Ye grabbed Xie Jinhuan's waist with both hands, unleashing a burst of Supreme Yang Divine Thunder from his palms, instantly turning this troublesome rascal into a stutterer:

"Do you have any conscience? Yesterday you didn't take the right path, but instead... Did Ling'er know everything?!"

Xie Jinhuan endured the electrotherapy and explained in a gentle tone:
"At that point, I was caught in a dilemma..."

"What do you mean by 'riding a tiger and unable to dismount'? You still dare to spout nonsense at a time like this?"

"what?"

Xie Jinhuan was taken aback, but quickly recovered and comforted her:
"It's not the 'tiger' in 'white tiger,' it just that there wasn't time to cover it up. It's okay, I've already explained it clearly..."

"How do you explain doing something that even a mistress wouldn't dare to do? I am the head of Zihui Mountain, Master Qingmo..."

Nangong Ye knew he was completely finished. As he spoke, his eyes reddened and tears rolled down his cheeks.

Xie Jinhuan's heart broke when he saw her tear-streaked face, and he quickly pulled her into his arms.
"It's really nothing, I've made up with her. Ling'er doesn't mind and will keep it a secret for you..."

"I'm too ashamed to show my face, what's the point of keeping secrets? I've already told Qingmo..."

"Ok?"

Xie Jinhuan was taken aback and looked at the cowardly Tuotuo: "What did you say?"

Nangong Ye was in turmoil, his eyes filled with self-blame and grievance:

"I told you I have feelings for you, but... but those blasphemous things are too shameful for me to talk about. I have to confess to my master. If my master does not allow me to break the precepts, I will cut off all contact with you. If you dare to pester me again, I will castrate you!"

Xie Jinhuan said helplessly, "Master Qixia is reasonable and understanding. How could she make things difficult for a junior? How about I explain to Qingmo? This is rather awkward..."

"no!"

Nangong Ye's expression was serious:
"I'll only say I have feelings for you. If Master is furious and I sever ties with you, Qingmo can at least understand. But if Qingmo knew we'd already consummated our marriage, she definitely wouldn't let me leave you; she'd only be caught in a dilemma herself. So until Master speaks, just pretend you don't know my feelings..."

"Uh..." Xie Jinhuan hesitated for a moment, "So you mean you have a crush on me, but I'm clueless and don't even know? That's not very realistic, is it? What kind of person am I, okay, okay~..."

Stab la la...

Nangong Ye's eyes turned slightly cold:
"Will it work or not?!"

"Row!"

Xie Jinhuan's eyes were cleared by the electric shock, and he gently patted her back to comfort her:

"Alright, it's nothing serious. Sit down and rest."

Nangong Ye had no time to rest, and took a half step back to break free from her embrace:
"I promised to have Qingmo come and see her. You should spend more time with her and remember to cheer her up. If you upset Qingmo..."

"How could I possibly upset Momo? Calm down, don't get so worked up..."

……

After being comforted for a while, Nangong Ye's anxious heartstrings calmed down a bit. After taking a few deep breaths, he quickly returned to his room, closed his eyes, and called out to Momo.

Then came dizziness and a feeling of being adrift in a dream. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a side hall.

The hall was completely silent. Ling'er, dressed in a magnificent palace dress, sat in the main seat, looking at her with a strange expression.

The beautiful Da Wanyi and the possessed Zisu, a sorceress, were also watching nearby, their expressions quite different.

Although none of them spoke, the meaning of the three was obvious:
"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Oh dear~ even this shameless nun has finally met her match..."

"I never imagined that Aunt Nangong, who seemed so aloof and glamorous, would be so cunning behind the scenes..."

? !
When Nangong Ye faced the three women, she subconsciously wanted to adopt an ethereal and otherworldly stance, but which of the three women present did not know that she had served Xie Jinhuan chrysanthemum tea?
Faced with the stares, Nangong Ye, who was already dead inside, opened his mouth, but finally couldn't take the shock, and his vision went black as he fell backward.

"Eh?"

"Aunt Nangong?"

"This slutty Taoist nun, is it really necessary..."

……
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Meanwhile, the Northern Underworld Sect's warship.

After Linghu Qingmo's daze subsided, the surrounding sounds gradually became clearer, and he could even hear the faint sound of turning pages:

Sha, sha~
Slowly opening her eyes, she saw herself sitting in a chair in a clean and simple guest room, with her master's sword beside her.

The room window was open, and outside was a clear spring day with countless boats moored along the riverbank. You could also see many wizards and coal miners gathered around stalls on the shore eating oversized grilled fish.

Inside the window, a cold and aloof young man in a white robe sat upright on a tea table, examining an ancient book in his hands. As he turned the pages, he habitually licked the fingers of his left hand.

With her elegant demeanor and the warm spring sunshine on her cheeks, she exuded an ethereal, otherworldly charm that made it impossible to look away once you saw her...

?

When Linghu Qingmo opened her eyes and saw her handsome boyfriend, her mood instantly improved. She wanted to shyly step forward to take a closer look.

But then she thought of her master, who was like a teacher and a mother to her, falling in love with this great succubus in front of her...

"Thank you, Jin Huan."

"Ok?"

Xie Jinhuan paused in his book-turning, turned his head, and revealed a smile:
"MoMo, you're here?"

Linghu Qingmo sat upright, displaying an indifferent demeanor, like a superior assessing a subordinate:

How have you been these past few days? Has anything happened to you?

Xie Jinhuan sat down next to him, slightly gesturing to his chest:

"It's mostly alright. I managed to seize quite a few opportunities, but I also suffered some injuries. A ruthless member of the Hidden Immortal Sect pierced my breastplate with a flying sword, going straight through my heart..."

"what?!"

Linghu Qingmo had originally intended to question Xie Jinhuan indirectly, but upon discovering the severity of Xie Jinhuan's injuries, he naturally became anxious and quickly came to her side, pulling open his robe to look inside:

"How serious are your injuries? Why aren't you lying down... Are you injured?!"

(End of this chapter)