Fairy, help me cultivate.

"Such a large family, with a genius like Bai Lian in alchemy, still needs to buy pills from others?"

Chen Yao made conversation intentionally or unintentionally, also to lower Jiang Xiaozhao's guard.

Jiang Bailin turned around and glared at him, saying sarcastically, "Bai Lian is your woman, and all your pills were given to you by her?"

"And what I stole."

"That's right, she's not omnipotent. At least she's not as efficient at killing as I am!"

The sedan chair jolted violently.

Jiang Bailin glared at Jiang Xiaozhao: "What are you afraid of? Drive the sedan chair properly!"

"Okay, Auntie." Jiang Xiaozhao glanced at Jiang Bailin secretly and found that she wasn't paying attention to her at all, which made her feel a little relieved.

"Yes, she's not only not as ruthless as you when it comes to killing, but she also doesn't have your straightforward personality."

Chen Yao is adept at changing his tune depending on the situation; he says whatever is appropriate to the situation.

Jiang Bailin suppressed the corners of his mouth that were turning up: "Glib tongue."

Jiang Xiaozhao sensed a faint, sour smell and began to wonder about the relationship between Chen Yao and Jiang Bailin.

"We've arrived, Auntie."

"Okay, I'll be right back. I'll wait for you in the sky."

Jiang Bailin leaped out of the sedan chair.

The sedan fell silent.

Jiang Xiaozhao couldn't hear a sound from Chen Yao, his heart was beating faster and faster, and he gripped the explosive jade pill that Pang Suo had given him tightly.

"Has your aunt always been like this?"

Chen Yao suddenly spoke up.

Jiang Xiaozhao suddenly realized: "Yes! Aunt is the young leader of the Night Blade Clan. She is always decisive and efficient. She is not only a role model for the female cultivators in the family, but also admired and loved by many younger disciples."

"You know that's not what I'm asking, so why are you giving me that bureaucratic answer?"

Chen Yao spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were dealing with a peer.

Jiang Xiaozhao smiled and said, "It's good, but it's a bit fierce... so I haven't been able to find a Daoist partner yet."

Chen Yao laughed heartily.

Jiang Xiaozhao laughed along, and took the opportunity to turn around, only to find Chen Yao sitting there casually, looking lazy, with even his private parts exposed in front of him.

He believed that with the magical artifacts given to him by Pang Suo, if they were to launch a surprise attack on him, they could surely severely injure or even kill him.

As a result, his wariness decreased a bit.

"Senior Chen, what is your relationship with your aunt?"

"The friendship between Guan Zhong and Bao Shuya".

"Ok?"

"Yeah, it's the kind of friendship that almost resulted in someone's death."

Jiang Xiaozhao thought he suddenly understood: "We killed someone together?"

"Almost."

Chen Yao looked at Jiang Xiaozhao: "What about you? Do you have a cultivation partner?"

Jiang Xiaozhao's expression faltered for a moment: "Yes, but they're dead."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Jiang Xiaozhao shook her head: "It's all fate. We were never meant to be together. We were just too naive and young back then."

Chen Yao sensed a hidden meaning in his words, which likely involved a forbidden love. The girl was probably one of the Pang family's people, which was why he had the motive to become a traitor.

A fragrant breeze wafted in, and Jiang Bailin flew back, but lifted the curtain from Chen Yao's side: "Go, go sit over there."

Chen Yao objected: "I have plenty of space in the back all to myself, why are you squeezing in with me?"

Jiang Bailin glared at him with her beautiful eyes: "I'm going to squeeze in with you!"

As she spoke, she grabbed Chen Yao's arm, pushed him to the inside, and sat down next to him.

Jiang Xiaozhao was so shocked by the incredibly intimate actions of the two that she couldn't close her mouth.

Jiang Bailin glared at him: "Aren't you leaving yet? Don't look back! I'm going to steal Bai Lian's man!"

As she spoke, she deliberately gave Chen Yao a kiss on the cheek.

Jiang Xiaozhao was so frightened that he quickly turned around and dared not look again, and drove the sedan chair to the next destination.

Behind my ears, I could hear the sound of panting that made me blush.

Chapter 162 I like you, I like you the most!

Jiang Bailin practically lay on top of Chen Yao.

Chen Yao was filled with the softness and warmth of jade, but he glanced at Jiang Xiaozhao in the front seat.

"I want you to look at me."

Jiang Bailin had never been so charming before, and Chen Yao couldn't help but be moved. As soon as he shifted his gaze, he met her fragrant lips, which were like orange segments.

The soft, smacking sounds of kissing echoed in the cramped sedan chair.

You're insane!

Chen Yao stared wide-eyed at Jiang Bailin's beautiful eyes, which held a hint of smugness and provocation, while Jiang Bailin's tongue, which was swirling in his mouth, became increasingly agile and powerful.

I wish we could have a good, unrestrained kiss like this on your and Bai Lian's bed someday!

Her eyes clearly conveyed that meaning.

Chen Yao suppressed his burning desire while enjoying the juicy tongue, finding it rather unbearable.

Even more miserable was Jiang Xiaozhao, who was ahead of them.

He truly dared not look back at all, only hearing the blush-inducing sizzling sounds echoing, along with the increasingly loud panting, and the rustling sounds of their clothes rubbing together, making it impossible for him to concentrate on driving the sedan chair.

Just as he couldn't take it anymore and was about to risk stopping the two of them, a fragrant white veil descended from the sky and covered his face.

!

She's taken it off!

Jiang Xiaozhao was startled and reached out to touch the white veil, trying to tear it off. The white veil rippled and flowed across his face like spring water. Just as it was about to completely slip off, a flash of silver light swept across and pierced the white veil and the temple covered by it.

"Uh!"

Jiang Xiaozhao struggled for a moment, then collapsed.

The silver light pierced his skull, pulling the white gauze slightly inside. Soon, dark red blood gushed from the hole in his temple, instantly soaking the pristine white gauze in crimson.

The kissing sounds inside the sedan chair had long since stopped.

A smooth, white foot was placed across the seat behind him. A piece of her torn skirt slipped down, revealing a smooth, white, jade-like calf with a perfect curve that made one want to play with it.

Jiang Bailin glanced at Chen Yao's fiery gaze, snorted, and waved his hand. A silver light flew out from Jiang Xiaozhao's other temple.

She held it in her hand, picked up half a piece of white gauze, and slowly wiped away the bloodstains, then put it back into her hair bun.

He kicked Jiang Xiaozhao's corpse down, and then took the storage bag and magical artifacts from his body into his hands.

"The eldest sister's technique is truly as smooth as flowing water."

Chen Yao sincerely admired it.

Jiang Bailin particularly disliked being called "elder sister," sniffing her nose and saying, "You're such a smooth talker."

Chen Yao wrapped his arms around her slender waist and kissed her delicate face: "Would you like to taste how smooth it is?"

Jiang Bailin's delicate body trembled as she elbowed him, saying, "Disgusting!"

Chen Yao didn't let her go, but he didn't make any further moves. He simply nestled his chin in her shoulder and quietly inhaled the scent of blood mixed with her body.

The sedan chair, unmanned, drifted slowly through the clouds.

Jiang Bailin also enjoyed the tranquility of this intimate contact without any chaos, closing his eyes to enjoy Chen Yao's embrace.

The two remained silent for a long time.

Why didn't you come sooner?

Jiang Bailin's long eyelashes trembled, but she didn't open her beautiful eyes; her tone was somewhat sorrowful.

Chen Yao nuzzled her cheek in response.

"If you had come sooner, perhaps I wouldn't look like this demon now. It can't be washed away..."

"what?"

"The stench of murder is indelible, no matter how I wash it, no matter how high-grade the detergent I use. Chen Yao, why didn't you come sooner?"

"How early is considered early?"

Jiang Bailin opened his eyes and sighed, "Yes... you weren't even born back then!"

Chen Yao pursed her lips, not wanting to hear her emphasize this.

Jiang Bailin sensed his unusual behavior, laughed, turned around and pushed him down, her jade-like legs straddling his, her round buttocks pressing against his crotch.

"Actually, it doesn't need to be that early, just earlier than that slut Bai Lian! Hey Chen Yao, just dump Bai Lian! I'll marry you, it'll be the same!"

As she spoke, she leaned down and showered Chen Yao's face and lips with kisses.

"Big sister, your love is truly like a raging storm."

Chen Yao felt helpless, experiencing for the first time the feeling of being forced.

"Hmph! Don't you dare call me 'Big Sister'!"

Jiang Bailin poked Chen Yao's nose with her slender finger.

"Then, Auntie?"

"Ugh! You're going to die! Don't make me angry!"