Fairy, please don't do this!

A smile flickered in Gu Jinzhao's eyes as he pinched the incredibly supple ice silk stockings between his fingertips and gently pulled them away from the smooth, alabaster skin on his side hip.

They only loosen the filament when it is stretched to its limit and becomes almost transparent.

With a "snap," it bounced back instantly, creating waves of flesh.

"You have absolutely no filial piety!"

Yu Fengzhi's delicate body trembled violently, and a bright red high heel slipped off the edge of the bed and landed on the wooden floor with a soft thud.

However, the sound of thunder outside completely masked the sleeping person in the bed, failing to elicit the slightest reaction.

The ankle, wrapped in ice silk stockings, peeked out from under the covers, dangling slightly over the edge of the bed, its arch forming a graceful curve.

Her five lustrous toes would sometimes curl up, stretching the thin silk into alluring wrinkles, and at other times stretch out impatiently, her toenails, painted with fiery red nail polish, almost bursting through the top of her socks.

"Uncle-Master, can't you feel my deep filial piety?"

Gu Jinzhao teased deliberately, his eyes full of mischievous amusement.

"Feeling you... my foot!"

Yu Fengzhi was both ashamed and angry. She reached her slender hand behind her back, intending to grab his weak spot and teach him a lesson.

"Uncle-Master, just reason with me and present the facts. Why resort to violence?"

Gu Jinchao reacted quickly, grabbing her snow-white wrist and pulling her back, causing her slender waist to arch sharply, like a fully drawn bow.

"Hmm~"

Yu Fengzhi snorted, feeling that his dignity as a senior uncle had been challenged like never before, and his expression suddenly turned cold: "If you dare to be so presumptuous again... I will awaken Mu Yiren."

"It's thundering and raining now, so if you want to wake Sister Yiren, you'll have to speak loudly."

Gu Jinzhao was not intimidated by her threat at all: "Otherwise, she might not be able to hear me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly grabbed her uncle's other wrist and helped her sit up.

Yu Fengzhi's bangs swayed in the breeze, her cheeks flushed even more, and she unconsciously tilted her head back, revealing a section of her long, fair neck: "You really are... outrageous!"

"Does my master want me to become a self-disciplined and proper junior disciple?"

Gu Jinchao admired her charming and alluring demeanor and asked with a smile, "If that's the case, how could we possibly be bound by this wonderful bond?"

Yu Fengzhi bit her lower lip tightly, her breathing becoming increasingly erratic: "What good marriage... this is a cursed marriage!"

Chapter 273, The Incompetent Fiancée, the Capable Martial Uncle [Part 2] (3K)

"Although our identities violate worldly etiquette, in the cultivation world, they are not considered a karmic entanglement."

Gu Jinzhao released his martial uncle's wrist, then raised his hand to stroke the supple crook of the leg, gently lifting one jade leg wrapped in thin silk and placing it on top of the other leg.

Her bare, silk-stockinged feet dangled in mid-air, swaying like a red wooden boat in a storm. Her toes were slightly pointed, and the fiery red nail polish on her five delicate toes shimmered with an alluring luster.

On her other jade-like foot was a high heel, the fiery red toe touching the floor, the slender heel slightly raised, revealing the soft heel and the delicate sole clinging tightly to the silk stockings.

At this point, Gu Jinzhao rested his chin on her fragrant shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, his voice gentle yet firm: "Has Martial Aunt forgotten?"

"The red thread between us... was tied by my own uncle."

"When...did I ever tie a red thread?"

Yu Fengzhi instinctively placed her hands on his legs, her gaze becoming increasingly unfocused.

Gu Jinzhao blinked: "That day, my martial uncle got drunk and made me draw the Red Lotus Sword. Wasn't that voluntarily tying the red thread to me?"

Yu Fengzhi looked somewhat uneasy: "I was drunk...it doesn't count."

Gu Jinchao deliberately said, "Since it doesn't count, I can put down my burden and find an auspicious day to marry Sister Yiren."

Yu Fengzhi's heart tightened suddenly, and she turned around instantly, glaring at him angrily: "How dare you?"

The next moment, she realized she had fallen into a trap.

Because Gu Jinzhao had already lowered his head and captured those fiery red lips.

"Waaah..."

Yu Fengzhi was furious and tried to push him away.

Unexpectedly, Gu Jinchao suddenly lifted her up from behind, his arms encircling her waist like iron hoops.

Yu Fengzhi was both ashamed and angry. She struggled violently in his arms, kicking her legs wildly and throwing off her last remaining fiery red high heel to the ground: "You bastard... put me down!"

Rumble— Rumble—

Just then, thunder roared outside, shaking the windowpanes and drowning out her voice.

Gu Jinchao pretended not to hear, and even lowered his head, looking innocently at the agitated Yu Fengzhi in his arms: "What did you say, Uncle-Master? You want me to lift you up high?"

"What kind of requirement is this?"

After saying that, he raised his arms and lifted his mature and beautiful senior sister, who was wearing a leather jumpsuit, even higher, as if he were coaxing a tantrum-throwing child.

"You unfilial nephew... how dare you humiliate me like this... I'll chop you in half with my sword!"

Yu Fengzhi gritted her teeth, her beautiful eyes almost spitting fire, but at this moment her whole body was weak and she couldn't muster any strength at all.

"I still want to hear my martial uncle call me 'brother'."

Gu Jinzhao said slowly, a mischievous smile in his eyes.

"dream!"

Yu Fengzhi refused to submit, even at the cost of her life, her lips tightly pressed together.

But soon, as her expression grew increasingly dazed, a layer of shimmering mist enveloped her beautiful eyes, and her lips involuntarily moved: "Brother..."

Gu Jinchao's lips curled slightly, and he pressed his advantage: "Now you have to call me... good brother."

Yu Fengzhi seemed drunk, her face flushed with an intoxicating blush: "Good brother~"

……

The violent winds and torrential rains seem endless.

The brocade quilt on the bed was in disarray, a complete mess.

That bright red leather jumpsuit had quietly slipped away and was now scattered on the floor under the bed.

In the dim light, a voluptuous and alluring body could be seen.

Beneath her slender, snow-white neck, the red lotus-patterned bodice accentuated her full, snowy breasts, making them appear round and high, with the deep, white cleavage rising and falling with her rapid breathing.

Below her flat stomach, a pair of long, slender, and smooth legs were brought together, with silk stockings clinging to her fair skin, outlining every beautiful curve from her thighs to her ankles.

Gu Jinzhao held that soft, delicate body in his arms and slowly sat back down on the bed: "Are you calmed down?"

Yu Fengzhi's gaze gradually focused again, but her brows still held a captivating allure, and the corners of her eyes were flushed with crimson, her charm still lingering.

Hearing this, he snorted coldly, still stubbornly saying, "When have I ever been angry?"

Gu Jinzhao, inhaling the rich and pleasant fragrance, couldn't help but say, "Since you're not angry... please help me unlock the [Locking Yuan Ring]."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll explode on the spot..."

Upon hearing this, Yu Fengzhi turned her head to look.

But his forehead veins were bulging, his face was flushed, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire. He looked like a volcano that could erupt at any moment.

She showed no remorse whatsoever: "This was your punishment... how can it be easily lifted?"

That bastard had just insulted her, his martial uncle, so it was already a great favor that she hadn't killed him with a single sword strike.

Do you still want her to unlock the [Locking Ring]?

It's like a dream.

Gu Jinchao's gaze fell on the mature and beautiful body in front of him, his breathing rapid and hot: "The true yang fire in my body is burning brighter and brighter... If I don't channel it out, it will turn into fire directly."

"At that time, I will have to trouble you, Uncle, to help me blend them again."

He wasn't joking.

Because the [Locking Yuan Ring] imprisoned all the acupoints in his body, it also blocked all the yang energy, preventing even a trace from escaping.

Under the influence of lust, the yang energy could not be channeled and instead ignited directly within his body, causing excruciating pain to his internal organs.

Yu Fengzhi asked expressionlessly, "Then why weren't you burned to death, you unfilial nephew who insulted your uncle?"

"If burning me to death can make my uncle feel better... then I can say that I died a worthy death."

Gu Jinzhao's body trembled violently, his skin turning bright red as if it were about to burst into flames.

"Putting on airs!"

Yu Fengzhi snorted coldly.

Despite saying that, seeing him like this, she couldn't bear it in the end, so she slowly stood up, turned around and glanced at him: "Come with me."

Gu Jinzhao was taken aback: "Where to?"

"Go to Mu Yiren and unlock the [Locking Ring]."

Yu Fengzhi narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and a cold smile curved her delicate lips.

Gu Jinzhao immediately realized what was happening, and his expression changed slightly: "Isn't this inappropriate?"

Yu Fengzhi persisted: "Anyway, your fiancée is asleep and doesn't know."

This was the final step in her revenge against Mu Yiren.

The previous offense was just the beginning.

Now, the curtain falls on the story of unlocking the Yuan Ring in front of Mu Yiren.

Gu Jinzhao was still somewhat worried: "What if Sister Yiren finds out after she gets up?"

He felt that his uncle's personality was becoming increasingly twisted.

I don't know if it's because of him.

"There are no 'what ifs' in life."

Yu Fengzhi sneered, her slender hand sliding down his chest and grabbing him, then she walked towards the bed opposite him.

Gu Jinzhao had his weakness exploited and had no way to resist. He could only follow along step by step, his expression indescribably complicated.

"It seems like your Yiren is having a nightmare."

Yu Fengzhi led Gu Jinzhao slowly to Mu Yiren's side, looking at her slightly furrowed brows, her tone full of schadenfreude.

'How can you expect Sister Yiren not to have nightmares after you retaliate like this?'

Gu Jinzhao silently complained in his heart, but on the surface he smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe... we should just forget about it?"

Why should we just let it go?

"She pulled out the marriage certificate first."

Yu Fengzhi slowly sat on the edge of the bed, her full buttocks creating an alluring curve on the brocade quilt.

Gu Jinzhao sighed, making a final struggle: "When will this cycle of revenge end?"

Yu Fengzhi raised her eyes to look at Mu Yiren's stunning face and said, word by word, "I don't know about others, but I, Yu Fengzhi, will definitely avenge any wrong done to me."

"Otherwise, others will think I'm easy to bully!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she slightly raised her free slender hand, formed a hand seal, and a ray of spiritual light condensed at her fingertips, which she then directly touched the [Locking Yuan Ring].

The rubber band-like ring was retracted directly.

"Uncle-Master, you..."

Before Gu Jinzhao could react, his tense mind suddenly relaxed.

……

As Yu Fengzhi said, Mu Yiren had a nightmare.

I dreamt that I was getting married to Gu Jinzhao.

Red candles burned brightly, brocade curtains hung low, and the room was filled with the festive color red.

Dressed in a bright red wedding gown and wearing a phoenix crown, she sat gracefully on the wedding bed.

Gu Jinzhao lifted the red veil, and just as they finished drinking the nuptial wine together, a spell silently enveloped her, causing her to fall into a coma.