I was banned by the Revitalization event.

Qin Luo went to the refrigerator, grabbed a can of cola, and tossed it to her.

"You've been busy all day, take a break. Qin Shi and I can do the housework, you don't have to work so hard."

Qin Luo is not a lazy person.

He was a little unaccustomed to suddenly having a maid and having no work to do.

"I've gotten used to taking care of Tang Yi at the Xianlan Sect."

He took the Coke.

Hanxue held the duster in her hands, smiled gently, and put it down.

The beautiful young girl had a sweet and gentle smile. Although she was not very old, she had a mature charm. Moreover, that faint smile always made Qin Luo feel that he had seen it before.

Just like Tang Yi in the past...

now.

Tang Yi, who shared the same memories with him, turned into a grumpy little girl.

The guy who inherited his wife's gentle nature is a sword that has nothing to do with him. It feels like his wife has been split into two people, with their memories and personalities going their separate ways.

I want one or two, no matter what.

Neither of them felt right.

"Don't sneak into my bed so easily anymore. Tang Yi gets jealous, and I can't explain it to her." Qin Luo sat down on the sofa and sighed.

He was woken up by his pillow this morning.

While asleep, he only senses murderous intent, so even if there is someone in his arms, he will not notice, nor can he control the unconscious behavior of his body while sleeping. He is used to sleeping with someone in his arms, so many of his actions are natural and habitual.

not to mention.

Han Xue's figure and aura were very similar to Tang Yi's in the past.

It's easy to mistake someone for someone else.

"I'm sorry, seeing you all sleeping so soundly yesterday reminded me of some things from the past... and I just lay down without thinking." Han Xue also sat down, gently tucking her soft skirt under her arm, and smiled apologetically.

"Tang Yi's memories?" Qin Luo asked.

"Hmm... to be more precise, it should be Tang Yi's feelings," Han Xue said.

Chapter 87 Cold Snow Needs to Replenish Spiritual Energy

Looking at the beautiful girl in front of him, Qin Luo was increasingly unable to understand the relationship between her and Tang Yi.

There is still a spiritual connection between us.

But she insisted on being the master, turning her back on everyone else, as if she and Tang Yi were now irreconcilable enemies, and that their more than nine hundred years of friendship in the Xianlan Sect had been wiped clean.

Something's a bit strange...

Qin Luo felt that he had discovered something.

"Your attitude towards Tang Yi was so bad, you weren't just acting, were you?" he asked.

"My former master was too willful and needed to be tempered. However, I was indeed born from spiritual power, so you are my new master, which is not a problem." Han Xue smiled, tidied her hair, and then placed her hands on her plump, snow-white thighs.

Nine hundred years of friendship.

Of course, it's not that fragile, that it will all disappear after one night's sleep.

Tang Yi is too proud. Such a personality will cause trouble sooner or later. Of course, we should make her suffer a loss when she gets such a good opportunity.

But that's all.

Of course, she also had her own little thoughts, which came from Tang Yi, belonged to Han Xue, and were her own selfish desires as a sword spirit.

The girl smiled and gently pressed her full chest.

"Master, the time is perfect today, could you replenish my spiritual energy?"

"No problem. How did you guys replenish your spiritual energy before? Should I just release my spiritual energy and transfer it to you?" Qin Luo nodded without refusing.

It's about spiritual power.

Hanxue had told him about it several days ago, and now it's almost time.

It makes sense that magical artifacts need spiritual power to operate.

“In the past, Tang Yi and I were one, our minds were connected, her spiritual power was my spiritual power, and it would be in a state of overflowing without needing to be deliberately replenished. But now that you are the master, that method probably won’t work anymore… Perhaps, bodily fluids are needed.”

Han Xue pressed her hand to her chest, turned her head away, and whispered with slightly flushed cheeks.

The beautiful young girl was slightly shy.

The sight of peach blossoms in March has a unique charm.

"Then, urine?"

Qin Luo tentatively whispered.

“…Master, don’t you think it’s very rude to say such things to a girl?”

Han Xue looked at Qin Luo unhappily.

Gently puff out your cheeks.

Even if she's a sword spirit, she's still a girl.

"I see……"

Qin Luo smiled casually, pulled up his sleeve to reveal his wrist, and used his other hand to create a blade of spiritual energy.

The topic was too ambiguous. He just wanted to ease the tension. It wasn't appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone in a room and keep talking about bodily fluids.

How much do you want?

"If we don't fight, just a little bit will suffice..."

Han Xue looked at his knife, but paused for a moment and turned her face away. "Actually, there is something else that is even more effective than blood."

The girl blinked, her eyes filled with shyness.

Beneath the soft black skirt, her long, snow-white, and voluptuous legs were gently brought together.

"..." Qin Luo.

Can I take this as you seducing me?

"That kind of blood is hard to extract, let's use blood instead," Qin Luo said expressionlessly.

“I can get it for you,” Hanxue said, biting her lip.

"..." Qin Luo.

He was certain that the sword was seducing him, and it just so happened to be out of his wife's house.

So straightforward.

This isn't just seduction; it's pure lewdness.

After gazing a few more times at her fair collarbone, full breasts, slender waist that seemed impossible to grasp, and long, beautiful legs, Qin Luo thought, "How can there be such a perfect girl in this world? She seems to have been born to bring pleasure to others." Although he was filled with restless desire, Qin Luo finally managed to control himself and forcibly looked away.

He was an upright monk.

Besides, it's already afternoon, and in another half an hour or an hour, Tang Yi will be out of school, and he won't be able to explain it to her.

Do you know how to get that kind of thing?

"knew."

Hanxue smiled faintly, her calves gently crossed, looking somewhat shy.

Qin Luo was taken aback.

"Aren't you a sword spirit? How could you..."

“I don’t have Tang Yi’s memories, but I can sense her emotions and state of mind.” Han Xue pursed her lips, lowered her head, and fiddled with a Coke can on her pink neck. “Although I was asleep in my past life, I could feel her emotional fluctuations very clearly. When you had nothing to do, you would be happy for a long time every night, and you especially liked train food boxes…”

She's still a clean and innocent girl.

But because she shared feelings with Tang Yi, she was also implicated, and as the days went by, it felt as if she had been personally toiled for fifteen years.

Hanxue was so shy that she wanted to hide back inside the sword.

Qin Luo: "..."

It feels like a public execution.

He held his forehead.

Qin Luo gasped, looking at the girl, and finally couldn't help but say, "So, it's like you and I, for fifteen years, we..."

Han Xue nodded slightly, which was taken as an admission.

For her.

It's like having a 15-year-long dream about the person you love, and then waking up to find yourself next to that person again...

I can't wait.

"Master, please replenish my spiritual energy," Hanxue whispered, her eyes shining as she looked at him.

"This is not appropriate," Qin Luo hesitated.

"What does it matter? I won't tell Tang Yi. I am a part of her, and a part of your wife. What's wrong with using me as you please?" Han Xue leaned closer, her breath warm and sweet, carrying a seductive fragrance that Qin Luo found familiar.

"I am a righteous cultivator, how could I do such a despicable thing?" Qin Luo took a step back, struggling to breathe.

“Cultivators pursue their true selves, without distinguishing between good and evil. The Immortal Mist Sect is also a righteous path. Do you see what Tang Yi has ever cared about?” Han Xue moved a little closer and began to explain the principles seriously.

The distance between the two gradually shortened.

Qin Luo had nowhere left to retreat and was forced into a corner of the sofa, right in front of the beautiful and pure face of the sword spirit girl.

The snow was exceptionally beautiful, and her skin was delicate and flawless, as if you couldn't see any pores.

Her rosy lips exuded a moist scent.

As they drew closer, the girl's breathing became clearer, sweet and fragrant, and her collar, lowered as she bent over, revealed more of her delicate, snow-white skin.

But just as she was about to get close to him...