Fairy, please don't do this!

"Aren't you going to keep challenging my weaknesses?"

Seeing that his ghost wife was getting upset, Gu Jinchao lifted the covers, took a warm and fragrant foot in his hand, and gently massaged it as if he were performing a bloodletting massage on Aunt Ruo.

An Wanxi's red lips curved into a meaningful smile: "But someone just said they don't like it~"

"Yes, I don't like illustrations of bare feet."

"But he was happy to massage his daughter-in-law's uterus to relieve her fatigue."

Gu Jinchao defended himself without changing his expression, while carefully feeling the warmth emanating from beneath the stockings in his palm.

"As expected, this is my little husband's weakness."

An Wanxi placed her hands behind her on the pillow and slightly rose on her tiptoes.

The way she raised her legs made her slender waist and long legs even more alluring, especially her buttocks pressed against the couch, with their full, semi-circular curves that made one's heart pound.

Fortunately, the bed was spacious enough that even with an "eight-foot lady" beside him, there was still plenty of room.

Gu Jinchao changed the subject, saying, "These ice silk stockings...the texture is indeed quite good."

"My little husband is such a hypocrite!"

"Clearly likes it, but refuses to admit it."

An Wanxi rolled her eyes.

However, now that we know Gu Jinzhao's weakness, it will be easier to manipulate him in the future.

Thinking of this, her smile became even more radiant. Her silk-clad feet, held in Gu Jinzhao's palm, curled slightly as she gently teased him with her palm, full of seductive intent.

Gu Jinzhao raised an eyebrow slightly: "Are you seducing me?"

"It's not seduction, it's challenging my little husband's weakness~"

An Wanxi's charming smile was captivating!

Her watery, peach-blossom eyes were captivating, her alluring, mature face was fair with a rosy glow, and her thin, naturally red lips were slightly pursed, revealing the languid and charming allure of a mature woman.

Faced with such a stunningly beautiful woman, Gu Jinchao felt restless and a fire seemed to ignite in his heart, his gaze involuntarily falling on her round, beautiful buttocks.

He wanted to slap her again to teach her the consequences of provocation, but he suppressed the urge.

Since the ghost wife can sense his emotions, if she were to take direct action, he would be on guard and would surely be exposed again.

You can't fall in the same place twice!

Just as he was thinking this, Gu Jinzhao suddenly looked out the window: "Little Li, you still know how to come back?"

An Wanxi was indeed drawn to the look and turned her head to look.

Gu Jinzhao grinned and swung his hand down.

Snapped!

A crisp sound rang out.

He gasped in pain.

All that could be seen was that her peach-shaped buttocks had somehow transformed into a diaphragm mirror.

Gu Jinzhao looked completely bewildered: "What happened?"

He couldn't possibly not distinguish between the geodetic mirror and the ghost wife's buttocks.

After all, the former is like a slap in the face, while the latter is like a millstone.

Anyone who isn't blind can always tell the difference between big and small.

But just now, as if possessed by a demon, he slapped the Earthly Branch Mirror with his palm.

Suddenly realizing something, Gu Jinzhao blurted out, "Is it an illusion?"

"It is indeed an illusion."

"It's a pity that my little husband couldn't see through it."

An Wanxi's figure reappeared, smiling, now lying on her side.

Gu Jinzhao's lips twitched slightly.

In terms of strategy, he has the advantage.

In terms of cultivation, however, she is not as good as An Wanxi.

Even with only a quarter of her soul remaining, the illusions she cast were beyond his comprehension.

Therefore, the feint attack just now ultimately failed.

Gu Jinzhao said helplessly, "Fine, you win."

An Wanxi comforted him with a smug look on her face: "Failure is the mother of success. Keep up the good work, my little husband."

"You wait."

Gu Jinzhao took a deep breath: "Once I have mastered the Six Elements True Demon Technique, I will settle the score with you."

An Wanxi smiled gently: "We'll see~"

Gu Jinzhao glanced at her and said, "I need to focus on my cultivation."

A sly glint flashed in An Wanxi's eyes as she brought her fair and plump thighs closer to his hand: "You just touched my feet, now do you want to touch my legs?"

Gu Jinchao remained unmoved: "Madam, please have some self-respect."

"If you want me to have self-respect, why did you reach out your hand?"

"The bed is only so big, bumps and knocks are inevitable, I didn't touch it on purpose."

How are you feeling?

Indulge in silky smoothness.

An Wanxi looked at the hand pressed against her leg, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

Having a husband seems to be not so bad.

However, her husband is somewhat hypocritical, so she, as his wife, needs to put in a lot of effort.

Of course, it's not only about putting in effort to enhance your relationship, but also about helping him resolve his internal problems.

For example, the "True Yang Sword Technique" can cause symptoms of excessive Yang energy.

During this time, Gu Jinzhao and Lin Qingci had an ambiguous relationship. Later, he helped Yuechu'e refine the Phoenix Flame, and a steamy accident occurred in between.

Her deliberate seduction only added fuel to the fire.

"If nothing unexpected happens, when my husband wakes up tomorrow morning and practices the True Yang Sword Technique, his yang energy will transform into burning desire, scorching his body and heart!"

Through the Heart-to-Heart Mantra, An Wanxi sensed Gu Jinzhao's restless, fiery desire and narrowed her eyes slightly.

At that moment, a slight noise came from the window.

The calico cat, who had just returned from Yu Feng's cave, looked toward the bedroom with a puzzled expression.

"Why are you talking to yourself while cultivating, young master?"

"Could it be... that he's talking to a ghost?"

Suddenly, she remembered the chilling feeling she had when she stepped on Gu Jinzhao's shadow that day.

Then, remembering the "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio" that Yu Fengzhi and I had read that day, I suddenly felt a jolt and hurriedly jumped out of the window.

Chapter 42, The Victim's Junior Sister, the Yellow-Haired Ghost Wife?

The next day, sunlight entered the window.

Gu Jinchao sat cross-legged on the brocade quilt, his body surrounded by spiritual energy as blazing as the sun, a wisp of crimson sword intent flowing between his brows, drawing in all the rays of morning light.

Practicing the True Yang Sword Manual every morning has long been an unwavering habit for him.

But at that moment, he suddenly frowned.

This was because the true yang energy in his body suddenly boiled, and the spiritual power surging in his meridians was like an inverted volcano, sweeping across his entire body with a roar.

His skin instantly flushed crimson, burning hot like a branding iron, and the veins on his forehead bulged. His blood and qi boiled like molten lava, and he looked like a boiled shrimp.

"what happened?"

Gu Jinchao felt as if a flame was burning fiercely within his body, but he did not feel any pain in his soul or body. Instead, he felt an indescribable restlessness.

His gaze inadvertently fell on the still-sleeping ghost bride, and his eyes instantly turned fiery.

At this moment, An Wanxi was lying on her side on the couch.

Because her back was to him, her snow-white skin was fully revealed to him through her light gauze dress.

Whether she was dreaming or not, she wrapped her arms around Gu Jinzhao's pillow, her slender body slightly arched, outlining a bewitching and beautiful curve.

The buttocks below the waist also showed a natural upward curve because the legs were tightly clamped between the blankets.

The gauze skirt clung tightly to her two round, full buttocks, which looked just like two ripe peaches, delicate and tempting.

What's most alluring is that her plump, slender legs are still wrapped in sheer, gossamer-thin silk stockings, which shimmer with a crystalline jade-like luster in the sunlight.

Gu Jinchao's Adam's apple bobbed, his breathing quickened, and his desire surged like a raging tide. He couldn't help but raise his hand to caress her buttocks.

But just as his palm was about to touch her, and he could even feel her warm, round body, his movement suddenly stopped.

"Is this... a case of qi deviation?"

He recalled what An Wanxi had said earlier.

"When yang energy is excessive and strong, things will inevitably reverse when they reach their extreme."

"If this continues for a long time, it will at least damage your meridians, and at worst, it will cause you to suffer from qi deviation and demonic possession."

Previously, I only felt occasional bloating and burning pain in three acupoints below my lower abdomen, and I thought it was nothing serious and I would find a solution later. I never expected it to flare up so quickly.

"He hasn't gone mad yet; he's just burning with yang fire."

Just then, a soft and melodious voice rang out.

The voluptuous and alluring figure on the couch had already sat up, the brocade quilt slipped off her body, and the low-cut neckline of her dress exposed her sexy collarbone and large expanse of snow-white skin to the air.

Gu Jinchao asked instinctively, "Did my wife wake up early?"

"That's not important!"

An Wanxi stretched her waist lazily, her full breasts supporting a proud curve, making her appear even more upright and magnificent.

"The important thing now is to resolve the problems caused by the True Yang Sword Technique."

Just as Gu Jinzhao was about to speak, her wrist was gently pulled, and her head was resting on the soft, plump thighs wrapped in silk stockings.

"Leave this matter to me."

"As a virtuous wife, it is only right that I share the burdens and relieve my husband's worries."

As she spoke, her soft hand touched his chest and gradually slid down to three acupoints on his lower abdomen.

Gu Jinzhao's body stiffened, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

An Wanxi lowered her head, gazing at him tenderly, her eyes full of doting affection: "Actually, this is the correct way to practice the True Yang Sword Technique."

"If you cultivate like your husband did before, even if nothing goes wrong, it will be difficult to master the sword technique to perfection."

Gu Jinzhao seemed to realize something, his expression slightly hardening: "Was it my wife's deliberate act of seducing me last night?"

Last night, An Wanxi first dressed in a light gauze dress to help him bathe, and then changed into ice silk stockings when they rested.

It was said to be a challenge to his weakness, but in reality it was to arouse his desire.

Desire burns like fire, making the true yang energy in the body burn even more fiercely.

In addition, with his junior sister constantly teasing him these days, and yesterday's ambiguous relationship with Yuechu'e, his true yang fire has reached its peak.

"Otherwise, how will my little husband face the flaws of the True Yang Sword Technique?"

An Wanxi's slender eyeliner is slightly curved, and her charming lips curve into a captivating arc.

Gu Jinzhao knew she had good intentions, but he was still a little embarrassed: "Couldn't you have told me in advance?"

An Wanxi tilted her head slightly, a few strands of her soft hair occasionally brushing against his nose, making his throat itch: "I told you in advance, how could my little husband agree?"

Gu Jinzhao sighed: "My wife understands me very well."