Fairy, help me cultivate.

Yu Ling looked like a jade sculpture for a moment.

Chen Yao raised an eyebrow, his eyes gradually revealing a mischievous glint.

"I said it's inconvenient, so let's forget it."

Yu Ling's chest heaved as she let out a long breath, then she suddenly squatted down and pried open Chen Yao's hand.

"This is an expedient measure taken in an emergency. I don't owe you any favors. Only when I discover that you have done something harmful in the future will I be able to cut you down without hesitation."

As she spoke, her slender hands, shrouded in a faint aura of spiritual energy, pressed against Chen Yao's inner thigh, the scalding heat turning her neck red.

Chen Yao teased, "You don't owe me a favor? Then how did you get this body? And why do you think I would harm someone?"

Yu Ling glared at him, her hands trembling as she treated his wounds, her fingertips slowly stroking towards his groin, her heartstrings tightening rapidly.

Why is this scar so long?

My fingertip touched something furry, limp, warm, and weird... Ugh... It's not clean...

Her face was flushed, and tears were welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly held her head high and pursed her lips.

Chen Yao was surprised to find that Yu Ling's technique for treating sword wounds was indeed quite good, which lessened his worries about the wound on his vital spot.

Why isn't it moving?

Yu Ling's fingertips hovered over the edge of the pouch, hesitant to move. Chen Yao frowned and asked, not wanting her to stop at a crucial point.

"Your 'little thing' got cut off too? Good riddance!" Yu Ling said, embarrassed and flustered.

Chen Yao frowned and sighed: "If you cut it off, I'm afraid you'll never be able to repay the debt of gratitude you owe me in this lifetime."

"you!"

Yu Ling thought about it and agreed, suppressing her embarrassment and anger.

Regardless, he was the one who rebuilt this body for me, and now he's saved me here... Sigh...

"I...you...you take off your pants."

"Ok?"

"I can't see how to heal my injuries!" Yu Ling said rudely, but her face was extremely shy.

Chen Yao found it amusing and took off his pants.

Yu Ling trembled in fright at the sudden surge of the evil dragon.

"Ugh—you bastard!"

Chapter 207 The thing tasted weird, but not unpleasant.

If he could, Chen Yao certainly wouldn't act like a hooligan.

However, he found that the wounds left by the array's sword energy were troublesome. Even though he had reduced the damage to a minimum, leaving only a bluish-purple patch, a strong sword aura still lingered on that patch.

It seems that only Yu Ling's hands can heal it.

Yu Ling's face was flushed red down to her neck, and her hair was disheveled. She pulled her robe tighter, but it still couldn't completely cover her fair skin.

Compared to her usual aloofness, this shyness only added to her allure.

Chen Yao sighed: "I warned you before, but you're not going to make it. Never mind. Let's talk about it after we get out!"

He picked up the pants to put them on, but they slipped from his hand.

Yu Ling, her face flushed, snatched the pants from his hand and threw them far away.

Why are you taking your anger out on my pants?

Chen Yao asked helplessly.

Yu Ling took two steps, then knelt down in front of him again.

An outer robe could not possibly conceal her voluptuous figure, especially since her two delicate pink knees parted the hem of the robe, revealing glimpses of her inner thighs, a hint of what lay beneath.

Yu Ling was so focused on fighting the evil dragon Chen Yao that she didn't notice her exposed private parts.

She carefully extended her delicate hand and pressed it against it.

Warm and smooth.

Chen Yao gasped inwardly, only to have the angry dragon suddenly raise its head.

"what--"

The little girl was so frightened that she withdrew her hand, closed her eyes, and turned her upper body and face to the side.

A large white border on the chest parted as a glimpse of light pushed open the outer robe.

In the broken formation and the gradually fading landscape, a man and a woman, their clothes disheveled, one stunned and the other shy.

"This is indeed inappropriate. We can't force people to do things they don't want to do. Please bring me my pants..."

"No!" Yu Ling mustered her courage and turned around, wanting to look Chen Yao in the eye, but she couldn't ignore the shameless thing that kept waving at her from time to time. "You were injured because of me, I can't owe you any more favors."

"Why are you speaking so formally?" Chen Yao looked into her eyes.

A hint of sadness flashed in Yu Ling's eyes: "One person comes, one person goes, how can there be any estrangement?"

"This even has a hint of witty banter."

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, stick it out and I'll help you remove the sword aura."

Yu Ling took a deep breath, calming herself down considerably. She changed her hand into a circle and placed it on the wound at the base of the wound.

"Ouch! Can you not be so tight?"

Yu Ling bit her lip and glared at Chen Yao, adding a touch of charm to her appearance.

Her grip tightened a little, then loosened slightly.

Her fair and delicate hands began to gently stroke the base of Chen Yao's penis.

Chen Yao's breathing became rapid, and Yu Ling's breathing also became rapid.

She knew that the place was structurally fragile and of great importance, so she had to be very careful and proceed slowly.

Because of her nervousness, her pair of pink little feet would occasionally grip the ground tightly, and her big toes would occasionally stick out.

The toenails gleamed with a dull light.

Chen Yao looked at her feet and thought that it would be good if these two little things could heal her injuries. Then he chuckled to himself, wondering why he had thought of that.

She is neither Yun Jiang nor his woman.

In the quiet mountains and waters, the sound of friction gradually rose.

Yu Ling's face was as red as it could possibly be; she lowered her head, barely daring to open her eyes.

She felt as if her hand was being burned and melted. The thing spat out a sticky substance, which made a strange sound.

"nausea!"

But she didn't really feel disgusted. With her slightly narrowed, beautiful eyes, she secretly watched the thing whose skin was moving flexibly, and found the ugly thing increasingly interesting and amusing.

Then, the thumb began to move, rubbing and kneading as it moved up and down.

Chen Yao naturally couldn't stand her taking matters into her own hands: "Why are you playing around like this?"

"Shut up! Do you believe I'll rip this whole bunch off? Don't disturb my healing."

Chen Yao glanced at her; the key was in her hands, so he had no choice but to let her have her way.

Consider it interest she collected... Wow, I must say, this girl's methods are self-taught.

The little hands, coated with the clear liquid, became even more slippery. They moved up and down, occasionally squeezing and releasing, with the thumb and forefinger rubbing together and tapping the tip.

Chen Yao couldn't help but silently begin practicing the dual cultivation technique.

Yu Ling's body trembled, and the two large white figures protruding from her clothes naturally swayed as well, their two spiritual points seemingly rolling their eyes.

Chen Yao was reluctant to act rashly, but with such a beautiful view before him, it wouldn't hurt to take a look.

So, gazing at the white, smooth waves before him, the hidden flowers and secluded grasses, smelling the increasingly rich virgin fragrance emanating from Yu Ling, and feeling the gentle caresses, slow touches, and repeated pickings on his erection.

He gasped, and a surge of river water, carrying rain, sprayed Yu Ling's head, face, and hands.

Yu Ling stood there dumbfounded, letting the rich scent of the white tide kiss her hair, face, nose, and lips.

She just stared at the still-erupting rotten stuff, the cool, sticky feeling on her hands...it felt good.

Thinking of this, Yu Ling suddenly realized and cursed herself for being shameless. How could she have started playing around while healing her injuries?

She then noticed Chen Yao looking at her with a half-smile, and she snapped, "What are you looking at?"

The white liquid naturally flowed into her mouth.

"Look at the beauty," Chen Yao said with a smile.

Yu Ling snorted, then released the thing and used a water purification spell to wipe away the white flow.

"nausea!"

She deliberately spat at Chen Yao, turned and walked away. The moment she turned back, she involuntarily licked the last bit of white residue from the corner of her lips.

It tastes a bit strange, but not unpleasant...

She immediately became red again, secretly cursing herself for being shameless.

Chen Yao cleaned herself up and found that her wounds had completely healed.

"Thank you, your technique for removing the sword's aura is truly exceptional."

He praised it sincerely.

"Shut up!" Yu Ling put on Chen Yao's outer robe, wrapping her delicate body completely. "This place is very strange. I don't know how I got in, let alone how to get out."

Chen Yao put on his pants, looked around, and pointed to the mountain peak where the color was most obvious: "That might be the flaw."

The two flew towards that direction.

Yu Ling suddenly asked, "Is Ling Hong still with Grandmaster?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she immediately realized that she had just been in front of her grandmaster and Chen Yao... and she lost her footing, almost falling off the cloud.

Chen Yao shook her head: "She's gone."