Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 221 The taste of a demoness is really good (1)

"Mmm...mmm...ah..."

The sound was ethereal and indistinct.

Like mosquitoes.

It's almost impossible for it to be heard.

However, Song Yan developed a bad habit from her childhood: to remain partially awake while sleeping.

Her voice sounded somewhat pained, yet also carried an indescribable allure, making one's mind wander.

In the hazy, dreamlike state, Song Yan felt as if he were in some strange dreamscape. The dreamlike voice was like a feather gently stirring Song Yan's chest, carrying an uncontrollable itch.

The frown became tighter and tighter.

suddenly.

Song Yan opened her eyes.

He slowly exhaled, straightened up, and his eyes had regained their clarity, showing no trace of drowsiness.

I just woke up and my body shivered... It's so cold.

Inside the dilapidated temple, the temperature was unimaginably low. Even Song Yan, a fourth-rank martial artist with some resistance to heat and cold, was finding it difficult to endure. Looking around, the temple remained largely unchanged, still in a state of ruin. Ugly yet eerie statues stood silently atop the altar, their wide-open eyes seemingly watching over the lives within, inspiring a fear that dared not meet their gaze.

The fire had gone out.

Only a thick layer of wood ash remained.

Looking out the window, snowflakes drifted down leisurely, covering the threshold before my eyes. Occasionally, a cold wind blew in from outside, hitting my face, ruffling my hair, and bringing a refreshing coolness.

Although the wind was biting cold, Song Yan was still able to withstand it.

This was not the chill he had initially perceived. That chill was like a bone-deep infection, easily penetrating his clothes, seeping into his skin, and flowing into his bone marrow and internal organs, even giving him the illusion that his entire body was about to be frozen solid from the inside out.

With the dilapidated temple and strange statues, if he wasn't quite sure he had traveled to ancient times, he would have even suspected that this was a strange space.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...ah..."

The seductive moans continued.

Song Yan frowned and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Diagonally opposite, a figure lay on the ground, her beautiful body writhing gently like a snake.

The black bodysuit accentuated her graceful figure.

Her fair cheeks showed no signs of aging.

Who else could it be but Hua Lianyue?
However, Hua Lianyue's condition was not quite right. Her fair face was full of pain, her delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her pearly white teeth were clenched tightly as she endured something with great difficulty.

After a brief hesitation, Song Yan got up and walked towards Hua Lian Yue. With each step, the chilling feeling intensified. A question mark popped into Song Yan's head: Could this strange chill be emanating from Hua Lian Yue? As he got closer, Song Yan even felt white frost forming on his eyebrows, and the air he breathed felt like it was freezing his lungs.

Song Yan did not approach any further, but instead fell into deep thought.

Hua Lianyue's current condition seems to be somewhat like that of someone who has gone mad from practicing qi cultivation.

Gradually, Song Yan pieced together the clues she knew in her mind.

The Hehuan Sect places great importance on the Hundred Flowers Mirror, and historically only the sect leader has been qualified to cultivate it. Furthermore, the Hundred Flowers Mirror can only be practiced by men, hence the Hehuan Sect's successive sect leaders have all been men. However, the Hehuan Sect clearly has far more female disciples. Even at the sect's peak, female disciples held an absolute advantage. With so many female disciples, it's impossible for them to simply cultivate seductive arts; therefore, the Hehuan Sect also possesses martial arts suitable for female disciples.

These... or rather, this martial art must be extremely powerful, otherwise it wouldn't be possible to cultivate a grandmaster like Hua Lian Yue. After all, in martial arts cultivation, both the cultivator's talent and profound secret manuals are indispensable. Considering what Hua Lian Yue said before, what she needs is not herself, but the Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror cultivated within her body.

From this perspective, it is very likely that the martial arts practiced by the female disciples of the Hehuan Sect have some kind of flaw. If they cultivate to a certain level, there is a risk of going into demonic possession. At this point, the sect leader, who has cultivated the Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror, needs to suppress the demonic possession through dual cultivation.

Alternatively, female disciples may experience some kind of damage as their cultivation deepens, and only men who have cultivated the Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror can eliminate this damage.

For example, the chill emanating from Hua Lianyue right now was so intense that it almost froze one's soul.

From this perspective, the Hehuan Sect is practically a harem built by the sect leader for himself.

Women are even more extravagant than emperors.

Song Yan is still a few steps away from Hua Lian Yue, and he is already finding it hard to bear. One can only imagine the torment that Hua Lian Yue is currently enduring.

Song Yan hesitated. He was pondering a crucial question: should he take this opportunity to escape? It was a good chance; Hua Lian Yue was neither busy nor capable of paying attention to him at the moment. If he escaped, she probably wouldn't be able to catch him. However, as soon as this thought crossed his mind, Song Yan shook his head vigorously. Even if he escaped tonight, what about tomorrow? The day after?

Being targeted by a grandmaster-level martial artist is definitely a very troublesome thing.

Unless, Hua Lianyue is killed?
A cold glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Soon, Song Yan suppressed this thought.

If he could do it, Song Yan wouldn't mind killing Hua Lianyue in exchange for future peace.

But that was a grandmaster-level martial artist after all. Who knew how many techniques he possessed? Even a near-death counterattack could easily take his life. Song Yan wanted to live, not to die together with his opponent.

Moreover, a grandmaster-level martial artist—if we could abduct him… even if we couldn’t, at least we could forge a good relationship.

done.

Wealth and wealth are found in danger.

In short, we need to find a way to dispel the chill emanating from Hua Lianyue.

Although Hua Lianyue had previously said she would help her cultivate, Song Yan couldn't be sure whether this method of cultivation was actually dual cultivation. Moreover, even if it was dual cultivation, it didn't necessarily require sexual intercourse. There was another method of dual cultivation where the palms of the man and woman simply faced each other, and their internal energy flowed through their meridians along their palms.

If we really disregard everything and take Hua Lianyue's body, it will be terrible if she wakes up and loses control.

Muttering to himself, Song Yan left the dilapidated temple, broke off a bundle of branches from a nearby withered tree, and rekindled the fire. Then, Song Yan walked to Hua Lian Yue's side again. By the firelight, he could see that Hua Lian Yue's pretty face was flushed, but when he placed his hand on her forehead, it was ice cold.

She helped Hua Lianyue up and rested her head on his shoulder.

The moans, like soft, seductive music, accompanied by a cold breath, seemed as if Hua Lian Yue's fingers were gently caressing his earlobe.

Song Yan's body shuddered, and goosebumps even appeared on her neck. At the same time, a strong, almost uncontrollable impulse and desire rose within her.

His breathing also began to become rapid.

Song Yan pursed his lips and helped Hua Lianyue to the fire, hoping that the temperature there would make her feel a little better.

The flickering flames reflected on Hua Lianyue's face.

Even though he knew the woman was quite old, Song Yan couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart when he saw her charming face. In the shadows, her face seemed as beautiful as a celestial being.

At this moment, age doesn't seem to matter so much anymore.

He added some more firewood to the fire. Just then, Song Yan suddenly felt a slight movement behind him. It turned out that Hua Lianyue, who had been lying on the ground, had sat up at some point.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of slender, cool arms silently wrapped around his neck from behind.

My earlobe felt as if it were being held by a cold yet soft voice.

At the same time, a dreamlike voice quietly rang in Song Yan's ears:

"Give me!"

hum!
Song Yan felt as if something had exploded in her mind.

Turning around abruptly, Song Yan realized that Hua Lian Yue had opened her eyes at some point.

But her eyes were filled with a dreamy, misty quality, shimmering with allure. Her pink, delicate lips were plump and round, seemingly radiating a seductive glow.

Damn it... So what if I'm older? Women who are three years older than their husbands are considered lucky.

The intense attraction within their bodies seemed to have become instinctive; invisible threads had silently enveloped and entangled the two of them.

Her long hair flowed freely.

Clothes torn.

It's like two magnets with opposite properties.

Boo!
They then stuck together.

In that instant, only one thought remained in Song Yan's mind:
The taste of a vixen is really good!

(End of this chapter)