Fairy!

Shen He was not surprised at all by his indifferent attitude. Without showing any expression on her face, she casually threw the Heavenly Thunder Spear on the ground. After the previous stimulation, the Heavenly Thunder power contained in it had been exhausted.

She stood with her hands behind her back and said to him softly, "If you still want to continue, I can help you."

He responded and said nothing more. After that, there was silence between the two of them again, and Shen He simply left on his own.

Ye Hong took out the healing pill and swallowed it, then lay on the ground and read the book "Thunder in the World". It is said that in ancient times, in addition to the Hunyuan Five Elements spiritual roots, the cultivators also had special spiritual roots, such as wind and thunder, also called Xun and Zhen, but they were lost later, and nowadays, cultivators with wind and thunder spiritual roots are almost unseen.

After I managed to memorize the entire set of exercises, it was already afternoon.

Ye Hong stood up and walked out of the library, but found that he didn't know which palace he was in. After thinking for a while, he slightly raised his Qi, followed the guidance from the unknown, followed his feeling, and went in one direction.

……

Lotus mountain.

On the other side, Qingyi felt as if the water dragon ball in her body was about to jump out. It was extremely restless, buzzing in her stomach non-stop, and it clearly conveyed to her that the traitor was getting closer and closer.

This made her blush a little, and her eyes seemed to be misty, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered. The water dragon ball jumped even more happily. Qingyi thought that he should be about to reach his climax.

Ye Hong stopped in front of a door. He knew Qingyi was inside, so he pushed the door open and walked in.

She looked up at him, her face slightly red, her brows slightly furrowed, and she was a little confused, but she didn't ask any questions.

In the days that followed, she gradually understood that the dragon had died in a thunderstorm and had naturally become agitated when it encountered thunder.

"Master." Ye Hong called softly. Qingyi knew what he was thinking. She was silent for a moment, looked at him, and said calmly: "Don't stay here, let's go down the mountain."

So Qingyi led him out of the palace and came to the back mountain. As soon as they entered the mountain, a spiritual energy hit them in the face, which was extremely comfortable. Then, what came into view was the myriad trees. Qingyi took him to a small tree house. Ye Hong glanced inside the house. There was a layer of fine dust on the ground. It felt like it had not been cleaned for a long time, so he began to clean it up. When he was cleaning, it was not as dirty as he had imagined, and it took a long time to clean.

During this time, Qingyi moved a stool and sat there, quietly supporting her chin and looking at him with a dim look in her eyes. When she finished cleaning, she walked to the bed very naturally - it was called a bed, but in fact it was just a slightly larger wooden board. There was nothing on the bed. She lifted her skirt and sat on it, crossing her legs and casually resting her hands on her knees, but her posture was still decent.

Even Ye Hong himself could feel that something was wrong with the current situation. His heartbeat became rapid and his gaze on her face was extremely burning. She herself was not unaware of this.

Even though she knew what was going to happen next, she seemed unusually cold and waited for him to speak first.

Ye Hong couldn't help being attracted to her. He went over and sat beside her. He smelled a faint cool fragrance and immediately smiled. He reached out to touch her and make moves on her. It was particularly exciting to do this in the wild.

But she slapped his hand away and refused to let him touch it.

So Ye Hong begged, "Master, please touch me, touch my head."

Qingyi did not refuse this request. She stared at him with her beautiful eyes for a while, then raised her hand to touch his hair. Ye Hong closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and suddenly leaned his head over and rested it on her legs.

She was wearing a silky dress, and the shameless rebel was leaning on her legs. She froze for a moment, but did not push him away. She just patted his cheek twice, signaling him to get up. But Ye Hong shrank back and refused to get up. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, and after a long while, she continued to touch his hair.

"Master, where is this place?" Ye Hong suddenly asked softly, "Your secret base?"

Qingyi said "hmm". When she was little, she would hide here by herself. Now that she has grown up, whenever she thinks of the past, she always finds her childishness ridiculous.

"Master, are you ready?"

It's nonsense and I don't know what you are asking.

She did not answer, but calmly warned him, "Don't do dirty things or say vulgar words in the mountains from now on, or you will dirty your mother's ears."

"So that's why you brought me here? So you think this kind of thing is dishonorable?"

Seeing her behavior and words, Ye Hong sneered and asked her, "Compared to the people who peek and eavesdrop, who is more shameful?"

Looking up, from this angle I could just see Master's breasts towering above me, soft and elastic.

Qingyi remained noncommittal. She also felt that her mother had gone too far in punishing her for eavesdropping on her suicide. This also served as a reminder to her that at least when she faced the same situation, she would not be as harsh and inhumane as she had been.

Ye Hong slowly sat up and couldn't help but gently pinch her fingers. He pulled her hand and placed it on his belly. In the small space, the two of them leaned against each other, feeling the warmth from each other.

She was not allowed to be touched or fondled, so he could only kiss her vagina and move his way up. His hands were not idle either, gently stroking her arms, shoulders, and back, then he took her hand and placed it on her vagina, letting her do it herself.

Qingyi quickly pulled her hand back from the □□, (data deleted), a little □□.

"Master, don't you want to have sex?" His voice was shaking violently, "I want to have sex."

"...No." Qingyi felt a little resistant inside.

I'm not in a good mood today.

"Then let me do it twice."

Surprisingly, she neither refused nor scolded him, but remained silent, so Ye Hong licked her nipples a few times, (data deleted).

(DATA DELETED), his mind suddenly buzzed and he could no longer control himself.

"Hmm..." Her face turned red to her ears, her breathing became heavy, her body trembled, and she looked at him sadly, as if to say don't do this.

Chapter 143 Don't Get In Trouble

Although she seemed reluctant, she didn't say anything. She just resisted weakly for a few times and then gave up.

He felt his mouth getting increasingly dry. At least she brought him here, which in his opinion was more like some kind of instruction, or tacit approval, just like some women who kept saying no, but her expectant eyes and slightly shy expression told the man that she would not refuse.

Although Qingyi is not the type of person who is willing to accept something even though it is reluctant, it does not stop Ye Hong from fantasizing about her.

To be honest, she was not blind. She could see that her master was in a bad mood today. She could take advantage of him, but she could not witness the same stunning scene on the bamboo bed again. Perhaps it was because of the grandmother, the founder of the group. But the fact that she could reluctantly cooperate was enough to make people unable to stop.

He kissed her fingertips and held them in his mouth, unable to move but really wanting to bite them.

Qingyi shuddered, feeling very uncomfortable. Her fingers stirring inside always felt dirty, but in fact, when viewed separately, her hands were clean, her skin was cold and fair, and his mouth was not dirty either, his teeth were as white as lime, and not smelly. But when put together, it made people feel dirty. Perhaps this kind of thing itself was disgusting and shameful.

After a while, he said casually, "Master, if you ask me, don't let others affect your mood, even if that person is the Grandmaster. The solution is actually very simple. If you are unhappy, just do it yourself and vent. If you are happy, do it yourself and celebrate... When you have nothing to do, you should do it yourself even more, so that you won't be bored."

Qingyi felt it was ridiculous and thought that he just liked to watch her blossom like a flower and experience the ups and downs of life. But there was one thing that made her feel comfortable, and that was that his behavior was based on her mood and ability to bear. Now that the two of them were open and honest with each other and exchanged their dark thoughts, after the absurdity, there was no deliberate provocation, abuse or emotional manipulation. She felt relieved.

Because of him, she can do many things that she previously thought were out of line.

She let out a breath and looked at him helplessly, but he clung to her very tightly and had no intention of letting her go.

As a result, her voice was inexplicably low, "...Why do you always have such strong desires?"

"Because life is a fire of desire." Ye Hong answered, and then said to her: "Isn't it the desire to survive that makes people live?"

She stared at his profile for a long while, and finally nodded slightly, agreeing with this unorthodox statement. She had become too frank compared to before.

The two talked slowly, held hands and made pinky promises, getting closer to each other. His hands were very small and couldn't cover anything, but he was very restless and wanted to control everything.

Ye Hong's hand quietly climbed up and hugged her waist. His body stiffened slightly and then relaxed.

It was true. A light touch of the Master's tall and graceful body would make people forget everything else. It also made him think about her day and night and yearn for her day and night. Now, she was in his palm.

How can this kind of illusion not drive people crazy?

His heart was moved, and he murmured, "...Master."

A bad idea suddenly popped up in his mind. He took out the unicorn king from the spirit beast bag and gently touched the snake-like dragon head.

Qingyi never expected that he would do this. She was furious and her face was bleeding with shame. She was caught off guard by the sudden madness of this traitor and failed to react in time. She couldn't even think of the words to scold him. But at the same time, Ye Hong clearly felt that her eyes were fixed on him for a moment and then released.

Ye Hong rubbed his cheek against her arm and whispered, "Master, please forgive me for being so rude and filthy, because you are my only master."

But Qingyi gently pushed him away and twisted her waist and hips to try to avoid him. Ye Hong did not give up and still put his arm around her waist. Qingyi dodged him timidly and sighed helplessly. Her pretty face turned red again as she turned her back to him. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest. She couldn't tell whether it was out of shock or excitement, but it was definitely not love.

It's very rare to see her in this state.

Ye Hong continued, "Master, look, my wound has healed."

The wound you left on me has healed and even made me stronger. What about you? Has the wound in your heart healed?

Actually, there are only two reasons why Qingyi was obviously in a low mood today. The first is that her mother Shen He knew that there was something wrong between them, but she treated an outsider more kindly than her own daughter. Isn't this just letting things go? Even if she was raped by him, she deserved it. In other words, she condoned it. The second is that this traitor had been bullying her and making fun of her, but he was the one who cared about her the most, so much so that he developed an inexplicable hostility towards the mother who made her what she is now, and thus fell into a state of desolation.

This moved her, and she thought about the cause and effect of everything, and her impression of him changed a little.

But then he broke free from the attraction of the withered artistic conception, concluded that he was fake and committed suicide decisively. How many people can do this?

This just proves that those who are willing to fight to the death can also kill people! Those who dare to play with their own lives will naturally not hesitate to take the lives of others. What a self-righteous child.

In comparison, Dragon Ball has become something so secondary that it cannot be wanted anymore.

"...You." She hesitated several times and finally emphasized, "Don't get into trouble!"

I don't care what you do, you better not die...

At this time, Ye Hong was humming softly. Although he agreed with his mouth, his hands kept moving and his whole body trembled a few times as if he had just been electrocuted. His soul seemed to float up and rushed out not long after. Although he was one of those who developed early, he was still not fully mature. To put it more simply, he was not yet able to secrete thick yang energy, and it was almost impossible for him to make a woman pregnant.

At the same time, he suddenly woke up and realized that he had done something very bold in front of his master. A feeling of shame and joy suddenly hit his heart...

He cleaned himself quickly, then held Qingyi tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid that she would slip away from him.

Qingyi had no choice but to whisper, "I won't leave, please let go."

"I always felt that Master was particularly gentle to me today." He chuckled, "He didn't even scold me as a stinky dog."

She was clearly extremely weak, but he took it as an unusual tenderness. Why was he so easily satisfied? Qingyi could only respond with a bitter smile. The expression on her beautiful face made people feel her inner helplessness.

She thought, maybe only after experiencing the recklessness of youth can she truly mature and grow up! She thought about what he said that day. If she accepted him, he would serve her like a mother and respect her like a god. She had to admit that if the annoying evil creature was obedient...

She couldn't imagine it.

Chapter 144: Making Dumplings

I don’t know how long it took, but Ye Hong and Qingyi came out one after another.

She said nothing. Although her face was a little flushed, it was obviously not the expression after making love. It looked more like shyness, and her steps were still steady.

As the saying goes, a strong woman is afraid of being clingy, and strictly speaking, she is not a strong woman, she is just a little cold.

The relationship between master and disciple has become a little confusing.

A single man and a single woman stayed in the same room, comforting each other, for a whole afternoon. Moreover, they were completely sober and had not taken any drugs. No one would believe that they were innocent.

But if we say they are lovers, judging by the atmosphere between them, it is not the case at all.

Perhaps it's just the emotional needs that both men and women have, such as the need to be cared for and accompanied, the need to talk and be understood, which are at work.

……

Ye Hong went down the mountain alone and returned to the Ancestral Hall of Bulao Peak.

After I came back, I didn't see my mother in the room. I went out to look for her, but was told that she was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

So Ye Hong came to the kitchen, and the scene in front of him was a little surprising. His mother was actually with Xiao Zi... making dumplings?

Two fairies, one big and one small, dressed in silk and brocade, were making dumplings with their sleeves half rolled up and aprons tied around their backs. This scene, which seemed a bit out of place in time and space, made him feel both unexpected and reasonable after his initial surprise.

Because my mother's personality hasn't changed much from the beginning to the end.

In the past, when he finally got home from vacation, his mother would say that she would cook him a delicious meal to reward him for his long journey. But after much thought, the only thing that tasted good was dumplings. As the saying goes, nothing tastes better than dumplings. The older generation seems to have an obsession with dumplings. They have to eat dumplings when they go home and when they go on a long trip. Not only that, they have to eat dumplings on the winter solstice and on every festival, to the point that it is annoying.