Fairies, please don't talk to me about love

"When you become as powerful as me, there will be many women around you. They will take up all your time... What should I do?"

"Will not."

After leaning forward and kissing Xuan Feng's forehead, Ye Lingtian continued:

"As long as you are by my side, I will still be with you like this."

Xuan Feng looked at Ye Lingtian's black pupils and involuntarily moved closer to him, sticking out her little tongue and licking the corner of his mouth like a kitten.

"Then...can you prove it with your actions?"

Looking at Xuan Feng's blushing face, Ye Lingtian agreed without any hesitation.

He reached his hand in, then inserted half of his index finger, causing Xuan Feng to open his mouth slightly, and after a few dozen seconds he began to breathe heavily.

"Xiao Lingtian, add one more, I can handle it."

She wanted to tolerate more of him. If others tolerated one big one, then she had to tolerate two small ones. She absolutely could not be left too far behind by others.

Ye Lingtian listened to Xuan Feng's words, and at the moment when he tried his best to squeeze in another stick, Xuan Feng suddenly hugged his neck, and kept saying excitedly humble words like "I really like you" and "Don't ignore me". After saying that, she released her long-endured self.

"Don't change your clothes...that's it."

After licking Ye Lingtian's fingers clean, Xuan Feng hugged him tightly, then closed her eyes and fell asleep before Ye Lingtian.

What Ye Lingtian is wearing today is her color.

I won.

Chapter 72: Meng Family

"If you ask me, Patriarch, you should have allowed the young lady to return to practice in peace a long time ago!"

"Yes, now we are surrounded by enemies... Hey! We must invite Meng Ziming back now to solve this matter properly!"

"Why did you invite him back?"

The woman in the purple and black coat slammed the table, attracting the attention of everyone present.

"Tell him to be his general obediently, and it's better if he doesn't come back. I'll take care of this matter."

......

After returning to her room from the meeting hall, Meng Chanjuan took off her thick, tight coat, revealing the black silk suit that was wrapped in it.

"It's better to be alone... I can take off my coat and get some fresh air."

Sitting on the bed, she first set up a small table and placed the black slime on it to lighten her burden.

After resting for a while, she rubbed the ring and took out a stack of yellow paper from it, which recorded the important matters that the Meng family needed her to make the final decision on recently.

Under normal circumstances, the number of things she needs to decide is definitely not as many as "a stack", but at most two or three.

But this is an abnormal situation.

"My dear daughter, you are so thoughtful~"

After accepting the declaration of war written by dozens of major forces, Meng Chanjuan put away the yellow paper and the small table and fell asleep.

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"Sister Ziming, why do you want to be a general so badly?"

"Don't you think the general in the story is handsome and majestic?"

Meng Chanjuan shook her head. She had never read the novels about fighting and killing in the library and knew nothing about such things.

"Ok."

Seeing Meng Chanjuan looking dazed, Meng Ziming didn't explain any further.

"When you achieve the state of Lianxu, I will leave for Zhongzhou to take over my father's position as the general. By then, the Meng family will depend on you!"

Meng Chanjuan didn't know what it meant for the Meng family to leave everything to her. She only knew that in order to make her sister and her parents in heaven happy, she had to quickly cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage.

......

"It feels like you've grown so big in just a blink of an eye..."

Meng Ziming sat in front of the window, looking at his sister shaving his hair, and smiled with relief.

"Sister, when you go to Zhongzhou and become a general, you must come back to see me often."

"Of course, the most important person around me now is you, my sister, isn't it?"

After shaving his hair short, Meng Ziming stood up and looked at his heroic appearance, feeling very satisfied.

No one can tell she is a woman now, right?

"Chanjuan, bring the cloth."

Meng Chanjuan listened to her sister, took the white cloth, and watched her wrap it around her body until no female features could be seen.

Then, Meng Ziming put on the sword robe again.

"Sister? No, brother?"

"Haha, Chanjuan, you don't need to act cute in front of me anymore. Because I know you have grown up."

Grown up in every sense of the word.

......

Meng Ziming didn't come back for a long, long time.

She broke her promise.

Although she would occasionally send a letter to the Meng family, it would always contain only three words:

"I'm very good."

Very well, then you'd better not come back.

"It's fine if she comes to bother me, but can these guys who keep asking for marriage every day ever stop being quiet?"

After crumpling up the petition for marriage and the family letter and throwing them out of the window, Meng Chanjuan began to think seriously about what she could do to obtain the status of a wife without getting married and shut up those stubborn old guys in the clan.

After thinking for a long time, she still couldn't think of a solution.

Then let’s just drag it out like this and see who can outlast the other.

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"Tell me, what's the solution?"

With nowhere else to go, Meng Chanjuan entered the forbidden area of ​​the Meng family and saw the ancient evil spirit imprisoned there.

"Doesn't your Meng family have a secret technique that can transform into a Rakshasa or Shura? I will pass on my magic technique of refining flesh and blood to you. You can go back and use your own flesh and blood to make a body... I can attach the purest part of my soul to it, making it an independent individual, and no one will notice that it is a demon."

"What is the cost of doing this?"

Meng Chanjuan's purple-gold pupils were full of caution.

This ancient evil demon definitely has no good intentions.

"When she grew up and learned the secret arts, she let me possess her body."

"impossible."

"You will come back."

Looking at Meng Chanjuan's back, Luosha left these words.

"I know the difference between the ancient evil and the whispers in my ears. Don't even think about reappearing in the world! The King of Rakshasas..."

Chapter 73: The Clock in the Reverse Direction

"I don't know where she is now. Perhaps you can stay here and wait until she comes back."

"Do you think our Shenhuang clan is stupid? As the eldest daughter of your Meng family, she must have a companion spirit tablet to find her whereabouts! Or, Master Meng, are you going to become an enemy of us just for your precious daughter?"

Meng Chanjuan's expression did not change at all, and she continued to respond to the people who came to seek revenge in a lazy tone:

"Who said that a young lady must have a spirit tablet? If you have nothing else to do, please leave immediately after having dinner at my Meng family's."

"Alright, people of the Divine Phoenix Clan, stop wasting time talking to this woman. Master Meng, if you don't hand her over, don't blame us for being rude!"

A spear with lightning appeared in the hand of the person who spoke, and then he raised it towards Meng Chanjuan.

If she continued to drag it out like this, he wouldn't mind being the first to take action.

"The Qiankun Spear... I've never seen one before."

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"Why can't we drive the spirit boat inside?"

Sikong Yunshao parked the spirit boat outside the Meng family. When the people from the Meng family saw that it was Wei Kun who brought people, they greeted them and left.

"They always set some rules that are hard to understand... Actually, if you want to drive in, you can."

Strength is paramount in everything. Three strong men like this could not only drive a spirit boat in, but they could even move their home here.

"Then let's go back and drive the spirit boat in!"

Xuan Feng heard that he could drive the spirit boat in, so he directly pulled Ye Lingtian back to the spirit boat.

"..."

That being said, if you were to drive in, you would most likely be stopped by the elders of the Meng family!

Might as well park outside.

"Let's go."

Sikong Yunshao patted Wei Kun on the shoulder and followed Ye Lingtian and Xuan Feng into the spirit boat.

......

Wei Kun's worldview has been severely ravaged by Ye Lingtian more than a dozen times in these days.

Isn’t Brother Ye Daoist an immortal?

I do not believe.

Even if he is not an immortal now, he must be one.

Sitting in the spirit boat and looking at Xuan Feng who kept acting coquettishly towards Ye Lingtian, Wei Kun fell into deep thought.

Originally, she thought that these three tribulation-crossing gods were just Ye Lingtian’s friends or something, until she heard Sikong Yunshao call Ye Lingtian "Master".

What b movement.

"Xiao Lingtian, once we get rid of that evil spirit, I will take you to see the best weapon refiner in the world! Ask him to make you a magic sword! Anyway, your little green pet is rich, so he doesn't need that, right?"

"Ok?"

"Then let her buy us lots of food and beautiful clothes!"

"Is it really okay for us to exploit Yun Shao like this?"

When Huang Fusu, who was playing with his fingers, heard Xuan Feng talking about snacks and clothes, his ears straightened.

"What's wrong with that? Even if she spends all the tens of millions of spiritual silver in her pocket, she can easily turn out millions more. She can't spend it all."

If Ye Lingtian didn't know the value of the Supreme Auxiliary Dao, how could Xuan Feng not know?

Except for the thousand-year-old Fuhuang Zhenwang and others whom Xuan Feng had not had the chance to meet, she had met all the auxiliary supremes of the human race throughout the ages, and even many of them had received her favor.

Without exception, none of those people were poor.

That's why she had thought of letting Ye Lingtian learn auxiliary Taoism before, because it was so profitable.

"..."

After hearing the words like green pet and tens of millions of spiritual silver, Wei Kun was no longer as surprised as he was at first.

Are the several hundred spiritual silvers that I gave to Fellow Daoist Ye just a joke in his eyes?