Fairy, help me cultivate.

He turned sideways, stepped back, and thrust out his sword finger.

The sword energy exploded, tiger blood splattered everywhere, and a tiger the size of a calf was disemboweled.

A tiger's roar erupted from the depths of the cave, accompanied by a foul, fishy stench.

Chen Yao looked down and saw Lü Qing's sword stuck in the ground.

Chapter 291 Lü Qing's Steamed Buns

Chen Yao unleashed a barrage of sword energy, causing the cave walls and ceiling to groan in pain.

The tiger's roar ceased, and blood began to flow from the cave.

Chen Yao drifted in.

Lu Qing's clothes flashed by at the fork in the cave leading to another entrance.

Chen Yao chased after it, only to be met by a tiger's claw, which he flicked away with his finger.

The tiger claw flew up and landed, revealing a dead tiger riddled with holes by his sword energy.

However, this delay has bought Lü Qing, or rather, the person who took Lü Qing hostage, enough time to escape.

Chen Yao flew out of the cave, but they had already disappeared from sight.

He released his divine sense, determined the direction, rose into the air, and crashed heavily down into the night sky.

The sword energy fell like a shooting star.

A loud roar erupted.

Lü Qing was held in Chen Yao's arms, while the "person" holding Lü Qing hostage was sliced ​​into "human stumps" by sword energy that bloomed like flower petals.

But it's not dead yet.

She is not human, but a tiger's accomplice.

"The tiger is dead, it's strange that you're still alive."

Chen Yao thrust a sword aura into the tiger's head, then looked at Lü Qing in his arms and pinched her philtrum.

Lü Qing opened her eyes: "Mother, where are you taking me..."

Her eyes gradually cleared, and she realized she was in the wilderness, and she also saw Chen Yao holding her. Her cheeks flushed slightly: "Where's Mother?"

“That’s not your mother, it’s a tiger’s accomplice.”

Chen Yao beckoned, and Lü Qing's sword flew into his hand: "If it weren't for the fact that your immortal sword still has some spirituality and is temporarily protecting you, you would probably have already been swallowed by the tiger."

Lu Qing's face paled, and she snuggled even tighter into Chen Yao's arms: "How could this be? I couldn't even see through the tricks of a mere lackey..."

Chen Yao looked at the misty mountains and forests at night: "I can only say that demonic energy is rising and pure energy is declining, and all demonic creatures are becoming stronger."

Lü Qing nodded: "Thank you... young master..."

Chen Yao shook her head to indicate that there was no need to be polite: "Are you alright?"

Lu Qing buried her face in his chest and mumbled, "Not good..."

"Can you walk?"

"cannot……"

"..."

Chen Yao couldn't tell that she was injured, let alone to the point where she couldn't walk.

"I can't leave. I'm badly injured, and I need your help to get back, young master."

Lu Qing's unusually coquettish behavior caught Chen Yao off guard.

He sighed. "Okay."

He lifted Lü Qing in his arms, her skirt drooping like a large flower, her two soft and smooth legs looking especially alluring in the moonlight.

She seemed to know her advantage, and would casually brush against Chen Yao's arm with her calf.

"Young master, could you please slow down a bit?"

The two were about to fly back to the inn. She wrapped her arms around Chen Yao's neck and said, biting her lip.

"what happened?"

"I...I want to stay with you a little longer..."

After saying that, she buried her face in Chen Yao's chest.

Chen Yao had never seen her so shy before, and instead found it novel and amusing: "Okay. Let's go sit on the top of that tower for a while."

It was a long-abandoned tower, hundreds of feet high.

Chen Yao put his arm around Lü Qing and sat on the eaves of the tower. The two looked out at the lights of thousands of homes.

"I don't understand why there are always people who are dissatisfied with such a beautiful world and want to destroy it."

Lü Qing sighed softly.

Chen Yao didn't answer, but just watched quietly as the lights in the town came on and went out.

"Sir?"

"Ok?"

"Once we get to Sword Cliff Academy, will we still be able to be together?"

Chen Yao nodded: "You know, your mother and I..."

Lu Qingsui sealed his lips with her fingers: "I don't want to hear about you and my mother right now... I don't want you to think about other women, including my mother. You're holding me right now..."

Chen Yao looked at the serious expression on the beautiful woman's face and said, "Okay."

Lu Qing wrapped her arms around his neck, the girl's fragrance was very clear.

"Young Master~"

"Young master is here."

Lu Qing's soft cheeks rubbed against his chest, and then she kissed his cheek.

“My mother keeps telling me to wait, but if I wait any longer, I'll be the last one. I can't wait any longer... I'm afraid if I keep waiting, I'll really become invisible in front of you, young master. How can I compare to those seniors and sisters around you?”

At this moment, Lü Qing was bolder than anyone else. She kissed Chen Yao's lips, actively protruding her tongue, and stuffed her hand into his pants, pinching his nipple.

Amidst the soft, smacking kisses, she laughed and said, "So you've been interested in me all along..."

Chen Yao sucked on her tongue and mumbled, "Only a eunuch can remain unmoved when a beautiful woman sits in his lap."

Lü Qing smiled and her eyes narrowed: "So you think I'm a beauty."

Chen Yao no longer held back, opened her clothes, pinched out a soft and bouncy ball, and played with it.

It wasn't as big as her mother's, but it was actually quite large. It wasn't as soft, but it was firm and had a nice feel to it.

"Hmm~"

Lu Qing still retained the naivety of a young girl, and she couldn't bear his touching like that; her body trembled.

Chen Yao released her moist little tongue and licked Tun'er. As soon as the tip of his tongue touched her, Tun'er bounced up.

"Is it the same for you and my mother?"

"Don't you watch it often?"

Chen Yao took the pink raisin into her mouth and gently sucked on it.

"Uh...no way!"

Chen Yao mumbled, "Perhaps your mother and I were hallucinating."

"Bad~"

The girl's fragrance made Chen Yao somewhat excited, and he lifted Lü Qing's skirt with his hand.

Her two long, slender, fair legs were slightly clenched together out of shyness, but of course, they were no match for the devilish claws that invaded her center.

A warm, damp sensation spread across Chen Yao's palm.

White Tiger Steamed Buns.

Lü Qing tensed up completely: "That place is so dirty, why are you rummaging around for it?"

Chen Yao sucked on the stiff raisins a few times, then suddenly used his qi to flip Lü Qing over.

She then spread her legs wide apart, bringing her buttocks close to his face, half-lying and half-floating in the air.

Perhaps it was the novelty of the experience, but the girl couldn't help but giggle.

"Ah~"

Chen Yao's tongue made her tremble violently, and she couldn't help but gasp.

Chen Yao felt a mouthful of smooth and sweet flavor. She tore open her silk underwear, revealing the soft and tender flesh of the fruit.

The large peaches shimmered with a pearly luster under the kiss of the moonlight.

Chen Yao took it in his mouth and kissed it.

The girl was panting, trembling, and laughing.

Chen Yao sucked on one side, then the other, until finally the tip of her tongue pressed against the crevice, against the slightly bitter pink folds.

The girl flinched in surprise: "There... how can you do that there?"

Chen Yao began to lick, swirling the lip. The girl's trembling voice grew louder as she grabbed his nipple and haphazardly stroked it, just to his liking.

His tongue then covered the front of his mouth with the back of his tongue, leaving his mouth feeling smooth, moist, and creamy.

Fresh flower dew always carries a refreshing sweetness that gets the blood pumping.

After licking out a few spurts of nectar, he pulled Lü Qing back into his arms and pressed the remaining nectar from his mouth into her small mouth.

Her mind was already a little muddled, but she still sensibly sucked and swallowed.

Chen Yao grasped her tender buttocks, lifted them up, and lowered them, the peaks enveloping her in a soft, warm fold.

Lu Qing suddenly opened her eyes, and as the blood dripped down her cheeks, she was in so much pain that she couldn't move.