When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Fei Ling: "…………???"

As is well known, birds and beasts cannot control their excretion. Under these circumstances, He Jingxuan believed that the bird demon must be the same.

The dying butterfly sat up abruptly from its dream, pulled out its little notebook, and murmured, "My apologies, my apologies."

Then, he picked up his pen and wrote: The Azure Phoenix Clan, incontinence, incontinence...

Ah, so the demon race can be this uncivilized? Ji Fuyao's expression changed slightly, and she covered her mouth and nose in surprise.

Chu Xianlan also looked at the beautiful bluebird above her head with a complicated expression. She turned to the side and put her right hand behind her back, secretly reminding her master to slip into her sleeve so that he wouldn't get touched.

The four people watched the three demons from the sky in disappointment.

Knowing how many people were watching this scene outside the water mirror, the Qingluan Clan's young master, whose reputation had been ruined by his usual elegance, let out a scream that shattered his voice for the first time in his life: "I didn't—!!!"

Zong Lan gritted her teeth, rolled out another snowball, slammed it down hard, and roared back defiantly:

"Idiot! That's a snowball! A snowball!! I have an ice spirit root!!"

He Jingxuan dodged the snowball, completely enraged. He didn't care if it was a snowball or bird droppings! Why did you hit me twice?! Anyone can make a snowball!

He Jingxuan, who possessed the Earth Spirit Root, immediately conjured a ball of earth and threw it back.

Zong Lan raised an eyebrow, arrogantly caught the object, and then stared in shock at the large, yellowish-brown lump in her hand, her face turning pale for a moment.

It has a moist, grainy texture and varies in color from yellowish-brown to brownish-yellow.

Bai Xiaotu, hiding behind, couldn't see clearly and asked in a low voice, "This color... is... is..."

He didn't dare say the second half of his sentence.

A great battle is about to begin.

As the saying goes, "When two people meet on a narrow road."

The team with more balls wins.

Clearly, both Zong Lan and He Jingxuan are very skilled at ball manipulation, so there was no winner in this battle.

Everyone outside the secret realm was stunned as they witnessed this aerial battle.

Where is morality? Where are the bottom lines? Where is the sanitary condition?

"...Senior brother, shouldn't I go to sleep?"

"Yes, go to sleep. I knew I shouldn't have stayed up so late."

Unexpectedly, the prodigies were not stopped by the Primordial Earth Fire and the demonic beasts, but were instead delayed by such an insignificant matter.

Chu Xianlan had no intention of joining the ball-rolling battle. Silently, she erected a shield to block out the noise from the outside world, and asked softly in her heart, "Master, are we about to enter the core area of ​​the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm?"

The little white snake didn't react at first.

After a while, the white head slowly emerged from the depths of the sleeve, which was warmed by the boy's body heat. It raised its head, and its dark gray vertical pupils scanned the gradually darkening sky around it.

"...Hmm." Yi Chen asked, "It's getting late, are you feeling cold?"

"well enough."

Chu Xianlan hadn't paid much attention at first, but after her master mentioned it, she realized that the wind in the sky seemed to be getting stronger.

The Ironfeather Eagle slowed down and struggled to flap its wings.

On the other side, Fei Ling also noticed that the wind direction was wrong. He turned to adjust his flight posture and said, "Zong Lan, stop fooling around and hold on tight."

Suddenly, Fei Ling's pupils contracted sharply.

Chu Xianlan and the others saw the bluebird tremble, its wings stiffen, and it fall straight down from the sky.

"?"

Next, Bai Xiaotu's agonizing screams echoed through the air.

He Jingxuan was stunned. "Did I successfully knock them down?"

Before he could figure it out, the Iron Feather Eagle also let out a scream, its wings flapping repeatedly.

Chu Xianlan's expression changed.

For some reason, the Ironfeathered Eagle's struggles became more and more intense, and it began to fly around wildly and fall downwards.

Before the Reverse Butterfly could react, almost half of its body fell off the bird's back. Chu Xianlan grabbed the Reverse Butterfly's trouser leg first, and with her other hand, she pulled on the Immortal Binding Rope to try to stabilize the Iron Feather Eagle.

The Reverse Butterfly screamed, "Fellow Daoist Chu, please don't pull down my pants! They're going to fall off! They're really going to fall off—"

Chu Xianlan then realized she had grabbed the wrong spot, pulled the reverse butterfly back, and shoved it into He Jingxuan's hand: "Hold on tight."

Falling from this height is no joke. Even with spiritual energy protecting you, crashing into the icy, rocky valley below, where the depths are unknown, would result in serious injury, if not death.

He freed his hand, rummaged through his storage pouch, pulled out a small round ball, and pressed it down hard!

"Bang!"

The sphere suddenly expanded, completely enveloping the four people.

The people inside the sphere were forced to huddle together in a chaotic mess.

"Hmm...huh?"

"Ouch! Who stepped on my foot?"

"Fellow Daoist, you've smeared your nosebleed on my face!"

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry... Ugh—"

The space inside the sphere wasn't actually small. The inner walls were made of some kind of soft material. Chu Xianlan felt like she was squeezed in the middle, her back pressed against the sphere wall, He Jingxuan's shoulder pressed against her chest, and Ni Die's feet kicking wildly beside her legs. Only Ji Fuyao's position was relatively spacious.

"What... what is this thing..." He Jingxuan's face was distorted from being squeezed.

"The soft jade cocoons I make can be used for cushioning."

"Huh!? You can do everything!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a violent impact exploded, and the soft jade cocoon slammed straight into the hard rock wall, then bounced high into the air.

"Aaaaaah!!"

The world spun around them, and each collision was accompanied by screams.

Chu Xianlan was thrown around, bumping into things and bouncing away. Several times her vision blurred, and she barely managed to stay conscious. But in the end, she was knocked unconscious by He Jingxuan's biceps.

-

After an unknown amount of time, a faint rustling sound seeped into my ears.

Amidst a white mist, Chu Xianlan's eyelids twitched, but she didn't open them.

My consciousness seemed to be floating, in a comfortable and strange state, my whole body was immersed in a warm and light chaos, and my bones felt soft.

Then, he felt it.

Until a slightly cool touch touched his skin, the sensation was incredibly delicate. It first wrapped around his ankle, slowly circled around, unhurriedly, as if testing, and then slipped into his trouser leg.

The snake's tail probed deeper into the trouser leg, brushing against the warm skin of the inner thigh, slowly swimming and winding its way upwards.

This intimate tenderness didn't end. The boy felt itchy, his jaw tightened, and a few short, suppressed sounds escaped from between his lips. A blush slowly crept up his earlobes, and his whole face was tinged with a wet, rosy glow.

The hem of her dress was gently pushed open, and the scales clung directly to her bare skin at the waist and abdomen.

The soft, flat abdomen is wrapped around the curve of the waist.

As if completely enveloped and controlled, half-dreaming and half-awake, Chu Xianlan wanted to curl up his soft body. He was so scared that his eyelids trembled and his eyes were slightly moist, but his body would not obey him and he could not help but indulge in this delicate and comfortable feeling.

until--

Chu Xianlan trembled all over.