Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 59 Shame

in the room.

Aya lit the oil lamp, drew the curtains, and then stood guard at the door.

Luo Qingfeng sat at the table, his shirt forcibly removed.

Nightingale's hands trembled as she removed the blood-stained gauze from his back.

When she saw the deep, bone-revealing, shocking wound, her eyes were already filled with tears.

"I'm fine. I have a strong ability to heal, and I'll be fine in a few days."

As Luo Qingfeng spoke, he reached for his clothes.

Sitting in the young girl's boudoir, shirtless and being watched by two girls, he felt very uncomfortable and wanted to put on his clothes as soon as possible.

"Don't move!"

Nightingale snatched his clothes and threw them on the bed next to him, her tone fierce but with a hint of crying.

She took the medicine out of her storage bag again and carefully applied it around the wound.

Then, he took out a bottle of medicine powder and poured it into the wound.

Luo Qingfeng shuddered in pain, but gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

The tears that had been welling up in Nightingale's eyes finally fell. As she wrapped the bandages around his neck, she choked out, "Why are you helping me like this? Do you have your eye on... A-Ya, and want to trick her away?"

Aya, who was standing at the door, was caught in the crossfire. She was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then blushed and turned away, pouting her little mouth, ignoring them.

Despite the pain from the medicinal powder, Luo Qingfeng spoke truthfully: "Sister Nightingale has helped me a lot, especially when my family was destroyed and I was desperate. She took me into the city, invited me to her home for dinner, and even helped me get into the Demon Suppression Academy. So, it's only right."

Nightingale paused for a moment, then helped him tie the bandage, saying, "That's not worth you risking your life to help me."

Luo Qingfeng said, "It's not exactly risking my life, and I also need to do missions to earn money."

The nightingale paused for a moment, then said, "Just because of that?"

Luo Qingfeng said, "Yes, so Sister Nightingale doesn't need to feel bad."

Nightingale paused again, quickly wiping away the tears on her face and in her eyes. She got up to get his clothes and handed them to him, her expression now calm: "You rest for a while, I'll go cook."

Luo Qingfeng took the clothes and quickly put them on, then asked, "By the way, Sister Nightingale, where am I sleeping tonight? In this room?"

Nightingale paused at the doorway, turned to look at him, and said, "After you finish eating, go back to the North Courtyard. Men and women shouldn't be so close. How could you possibly stay here overnight?"

Luo Qingfeng was taken aback.

Nightingale ignored him, opened the door, and went out.

After glancing at him, Aya also left.

After Luo Qingfeng finished dressing, he couldn't help but glance at the room one last time before following them out.

In the night sky, the bright moon hangs high, and the stars twinkle.

A breeze blew by, carrying the chill of late autumn and the fragrance of chrysanthemums blooming in the courtyard.

Dinner was prepared quickly.

After Luo Qingfeng finished his meal in a hurry, it was already very late.

He quickly got up to say goodbye.

Nightingale hesitated for a moment, glanced at her grandmother again, and silently stood up, preparing to see him out.

Just as he was about to leave, the old man suddenly said, "Qingfeng, it's so late, everyone's probably closed up shop, so don't go back."

Then she looked at her granddaughter and said, "Aying, let Qingfeng sleep in your room. He's helped you so much, it's okay for him to sleep in your room for one night."

Upon hearing this, the nightingale blushed deeply and stammered, "How...how can that be? I...I...I can't...I...I don't want to..."

By the end, her face was flushed, her voice was getting softer, and her head was almost buried in her high, firm chest.

The old man then asked, "Then let Qingfeng sleep in Aya's room?"

Upon hearing this, Nightingale became even more anxious: "No! Grandma, what are you saying? Aya is still so young, how can you let her... let her..."

The old woman looked at her strangely: "Aying, what are you talking about? Grandma means that Qingfeng should sleep in your or Aya's room, and the two sisters should sleep together. Have you misunderstood something?"

Nightingale paused, stiffened, and blushed even more. She stammered shyly, "I...I...I didn't mean it wrong, I...I didn't want to sleep with him!"

After saying that, seeing that the three people in the room were staring at her, she immediately realized what was happening, let out an "Ah!", turned around, covered her blushing face, and fled into her room.

The three looked at each other in bewilderment.

Luo Qingfeng felt a little embarrassed and quickly said, "It's okay, I have a place to sleep. Grandma, Aya, I'll be going now."

After saying that, he quickly left.

Aya opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but said nothing. She stared blankly at his back as he disappeared outside the gate.

In my childhood.

Nightingale came out of the room and found that there was no one in the living room or the yard. She was in a daze for a moment, then immediately went out the door and out of the alley.

But that figure had already disappeared into the dimly lit street.

She stood there at the alley entrance for a long time, then sighed almost inaudibly and turned back.

Luo Qingfeng returned to the North Courtyard.

When he hurriedly arrived at the library, he found the door closed, so he could only sigh and turn to leave.

After strolling around the North Campus for a while, I came to a lake.

This is the Azure Lake of the Demon Suppression Academy, which separates the North and South Courtyards. A stone bridge spans the lake, connecting the two sides.

The lake reflects the stars and moon at night, sparkling and quite beautiful.

Luo Qingfeng walked along the lakeside for a while, thinking to himself: I still need to find a house to live in outside, so that I can be more free and it will be more convenient for both cultivation and daily life.

Living in the library is really inconvenient.

He then thought of the silver moon that the Demon-Slaying Blade had drawn during his battle with the demon at the Great Buddha Temple earlier that day.

Like a blade, but it can be released instantly and is even sharper.

Is it a new skill I learned from that painting, "The Crimson Moon and the Azure Sky"?

He looked around and saw a grove of trees not far away, so he quickly walked over.

As he walked into the woods, preparing to take out the Demon Slayer skill to test it out, he suddenly heard a heavy breathing sound coming from the bushes not far away.

Then, a woman's pleading voice rang out: "Senior brother, no... please don't..."

Another man's voice rang out: "Should we stop, or not stop?"

The woman said, "No...don't stop..."

unlucky!

Luo Qingfeng immediately left quietly, then looked around and spotted a bamboo grove not far away, so he quickly walked over.

After he entered the bamboo forest, he first looked around to make sure there was no one else there. Then he took out the Demon Slayer Sword, gripped the hilt with both hands, and began to practice the skill.

As spiritual energy was channeled in, a gleam of light appeared on the blade.

"Whoosh!"

He slashed with his sword, and the blade's edge flew out about ten feet away.

The five stars of the primordial universe can unleash their power outwards, transforming into fist-shaped beams and weapon beams, capable of killing and destroying objects even when separated by a distance of one zhang.

However, this was not the skill he used at the Great Buddha Temple.

The power is much weaker.

He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly and tried again, but still couldn't strike.

A slight pause.

He closed his eyes, and the painting "Crimson Moon and Azure Sky" appeared in his mind. The blood-red full moon looked particularly stunning against the backdrop of the dark night sky.

Luo Qingfeng observed for a long time, then swung his sword again, but it still didn't work.

At that moment, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

"Could it be that this move can only be unleashed when demonic energy is detected?"

He carefully recalled the battle.

"Or perhaps it can only be used when life and death hang in the balance? Or perhaps it's because the blade is stained with blood."

He remembered clearly that he did not use "Crimson Thorn" in that move.

"If that's the case, then it's not because of the technique, but rather..."

He looked down at the Demon Slayer in his hand.

The blade was still rusted and full of chips, with the broken tip particularly ruining its beauty.

"Never mind, I'll try again next time I encounter a demon."

He didn't waste any more time. After thinking for a moment, he began practicing the sword techniques of "Crimson Blade" again.

Having witnessed the battle at the Great Buddha Temple today, his swordsmanship has become increasingly skillful and effortless.

It seems that any form of cultivation requires tempering.

After practicing for an hour, he put away his sword and rested for a while. Suddenly, he remembered that he had not yet looked at the data in his mind since returning from the Great Buddha Temple.

Having killed two demons, and personally at that, the first line of data should increase significantly, right?

With a thought, the data appeared.

[Process: Thirty-two]

[Creation Heaven Five Star Realm, Progress: Forty-Five]

Sure enough, the first row of data increased by more than thirty, and the second row of data also increased somewhat.

It seems I'll still need to do quests and kill demons more often in the future.

Not only can you earn money, but you can also hone your combat skills and advance faster.

Thinking this, I suddenly felt a dull ache in my back.

Only then did he remember that he was still injured.

Fortunately, this grove is quiet and deserted, and it also provides shelter from the wind and rain, so I'll sleep here.

Anyway, the Demon Suppression Academy is considered safe.

To avoid poisonous insects on the ground, he walked into a dense area of ​​green bamboo, bent a row of bamboo, and lay down on it.

It's great, very springy, much more comfortable than a hardboard bed.

He took out a thick robe from his storage bag, wrapped it around himself, closed his eyes, and began to sleep.

Above, the moonlight, like water, was cut into starlight by the dense bamboo leaves and scattered down.

Luo Qingfeng quickly fell asleep.

I slept soundly until dawn.

He groggily opened his eyes as dappled sunlight fell on his face.

After leaving the bamboo forest, we returned to the library.

The door is already open.

Grandma Ning glanced at him expressionlessly and said nothing.

Luo Qingfeng bowed in apology and went upstairs.

He couldn't find the White Senior on the second or third floor, so he stopped searching. He inspected the bookshelves on the first to third floors and, seeing that they were not in disarray, returned to his room, sat cross-legged, and continued his breathing exercises in the sunlight streaming through the window.

The library is only open at the beginning and end of each month, so he has nothing to do on other days and can focus on cultivation.

at the same time.

Nightingale was checking the tasks posted on the South Campus task board.

Under a large tree not far away, Yuan Tong and his son Yuan Fang stood there, talking as they watched her tall and slender figure from behind.

"Strange, Father, why is she still looking at those tasks on the task list? Does she really not want that Golden Lotus of Buddha anymore?"

"Hmph, she must have seen us, so she's acting like this on purpose. Little girl, you're shy, and you've been arrogantly rejecting us. Even if you've already compromised in your heart, you're too embarrassed to come to us first."

"Father, shall I go over there?"

"Wait a little longer. The more critical the moment, the more we need to remain calm. Right now, it's her who's anxious. Hmph, I'd love to see her lower that proud head, looking pitiful as she reluctantly submits!"

"Hehe, I'd love to see it too."

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