46. Heaven’s principles are clear, sparse but not omitted (4)
46. Heaven’s principles are clear, sparse but not omitted (4)
She noticed that Shen Tangli was still a little confused, as if she didn't hear her own words clearly, and felt that she needed to explain more clearly: "That is, you and your ancestors have never held hands? Hug? Kissed? Or...or dual cultivation...something like this happens..."
Shen Tangli nodded while listening.
She had held hands before, and her ancestor had pulled her, and she had also pulled her ancestor, and he clicked too much in the back. Her face froze for a moment, and she covered Chu Yunyao's mouth: "What are you talking about? Ci, this is my ancestor, and those things you mentioned can only be done with two monks."
Chu Yunyao suddenly realized, clapped the hand on his mouth, and said comfortingly: "Okay, okay, if it's not, it's not. Even if it is, it's not a big deal. He's not married to you, and he's much older in the world of cultivation."
Shen Tangli's expression was a bit difficult to explain, and he sighed: "Respect the teacher, the ancestor is a misty immortal sect, and the few people who are good to me are my elders. The ones I need to cherish and value the most... Yunyao, don’t talk about this anymore.”
Yin Xuan sat on a cloud and found it interesting looking at Shen Tangli's confused expression. When he heard what Chu Yunyao said about relationships, he also fell into deep thought.
He also wanted to hear how Shen Tangli defined their relationship.
The more he heard the end, the gloomier his face became.
He grabbed a cloud on Cang Kun's back and pulled it off.
Cang Kun didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that Yin Xie would either pull the clouds from his body in the next second, or tear out his spiritual consciousness, crushing his bones and scattering ashes.
"Just an elder?"
…
Shen Tangli rubbed her eyes. She seemed to hear footsteps. It must be an illusion.
She hasn't slept well during this period. Even if the King of Heaven comes today, she still has to sleep...
Um……
It seems like my body can't move.
Shen Tangli suddenly opened her eyes and met a pair of dangerous phoenix eyes. The reason she couldn't move at the moment was because someone was holding her tightly on her waist.
The force felt like it was going to rub her into her bones.
Shen Tangli felt a little uncomfortable, took a few deep breaths, and her smile remained unchanged: "Ancestor, why don't you relax first, there are differences between men and women."
Yin Xie: "My life is mine, why do you remember that there is a difference between men and women?"
The ancestor's breath was cold, but his eyes were red, as if he was suppressing something.
His head rested on her shoulder, as if he was sniffing something?
Shen Tangli complained helplessly: Life is life, and it has nothing to do with the difference between men and women.
Ancestor, are you looking for something to say?
The atmosphere became a little subtle for a while.
Shen Tangli felt a little uncomfortable being pressed and wanted to move around.
I tried moving my arms.
Very good, very tight.
"Ancestor, let's discuss this."
Shen Tangli sighed: "Would you please relax a little and hug me?"
The girl's voice was full of helplessness, and she spoke with a slight nasal sound. It was soft and waxy, spraying on the tip of his nose. The snow-colored neck was exposed in front of Yin Xuan's eyes, which was unexpectedly... somewhat alluring.
Yin Xian's thin lips opened slightly, covering the small piece of skin, and pressed down with his pale teeth.
"ah……"
Before the syllable could be uttered, a pair of strong hands covered it up. Shen Tangli slapped Yin Xuan on the shoulder with all his strength, trying to get him to let go. What illness did the ancestor have today?
This is both hugging and biting.
Hiss~
It must have been bleeding.
Yin Xian hasn't stopped yet.
Shen Tangli's pupils suddenly widened. Was the ancestor sucking her blood?
Her strength was disappearing little by little, and Shen Tangli put her hands weakly on Yin Xuan's shoulders, her eyes slightly red.
Yin Xuan stopped moving, the redness in his eyes receded a little, and returned to his cold look, but there was still a little blood on his pale lips.
Looking at the shocking marks on Shen Tangli's neck, Yin Xian felt his throat tightening.
"The witchcraft's spells sometimes affect my mind and make me lose control."
Yin Xuan moved away a little, his heart aching slightly.
Shen Tangli remained motionless, her long hair spread out, covering most of her face. Yin Xuan couldn't see through her expression for a moment, just when he was still hesitating to speak.
Shen Tangli lifted her hair and looked at him with red eyes. She cried in a nasal voice when she spoke: "Ancestor, can we discuss it? If you lose control next time, can we not bite your neck?"
Yin Xie: "..."
How was it different from what he expected?
[Author's digression]: This round of recommendations is over. It really broke one of my previous small goals. I am very satisfied with Xiao Poujie. Dear readers, please don't keep books. Keeping books may kill them. , Manual comparison, comparison, comparison.