I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

"Master, do you miss me?"

That sweet breath was like the fragrant peach blossom wine, intoxicating the mind and numbing the bones.

Chapter 14 Death Question

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As dusk approached, Bei Ming Long Yue sat alone in the lobby on the second floor, practicing his skills and warming his mind.

But today, she just couldn't calm down.

Not long after practicing, she opened her eyes again and stared into the void, in a trance.

Whether she opened her eyes or closed them, her mind was filled with Xiao Wuyou's handsome smile, his well-proportioned body curves, and the naked body under his open Taoist robe...

No, I'm not a young girl who is just beginning to fall in love.

Even Wuyou can stick to his principles, so how can I let my imagination run wild!

Bei Ming Long Yue collected his mind and entered into the state of cultivation once again.

However, at this moment, a delicate moan was heard in the silent night.

Bei Ming Long Yue blinked blankly, making sure there was no sound around him, and couldn't help but stroke his forehead in distress.

It's all Liu Feiyan's fault. Those shameful voices were too impressive and left a psychological shadow on me...

At this moment, there was another loud moan out of the blue.

Bei Ming Long Yue frowned, his eyes turned cold, and he slowly pulled out Long Yue.

Earlier, in the bedroom on the first floor.

The flickering orange candlelight warms the silent night.

Feeling the familiar warmth and softness, Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but frown: "Momo, what are you doing? The little master is right above, aren't you afraid that she will cut you?"

"Hehe, my fox's illusion is no joke! Even a sword immortal won't be able to see through it without active investigation!" Tushan Momo replied with a smile.

Xiao Wuyou immediately complained: "Weren't you discovered this morning?"

"That was a feint! Think about it, after what happened this morning, Senior Bei Ming must have thought that we were scared and let our guard down!" Tu Shan Momo paused, then said firmly: "Besides, she is so obsessed with cultivation every night that she doesn't have time to take care of us!"

As she was talking, Tushan Momo's restless little hands reached into Xiao Wuyou's clothes and started touching him restlessly.

Among the three girls, Tushan Momo was the one who entered the state the fastest. Even if Xiao Wuyou hadn't done anything yet, she had already had seductive eyes and a fragrant breath. Her soft and fragrant tongue caressed Xiao Wuyou's ear and she said indistinctly: "Master, come and play~"

After not having released anything for nearly a month, the fire in Xiao Wuyou's heart was suddenly aroused, and he felt his mouth dry.

But this time, he gritted his teeth and suppressed the flames.

There are two reasons.

First of all, he sticks to his principles and swears that he will never be swayed by women!

Secondly, he is a coward.

All the sound-absorbing barriers in the bedroom on the first floor have been removed, and any slight disturbance will disturb the young master.

I just passed the test during the day, and now I am here playing with Momo at night, isn't this courting death! ?

Seeing that Momo's movements were becoming more and more bold, Xiao Wuyou suddenly grabbed her sexy white wrist.

"Momo, forget it tonight."

"What?" Tushan Momo was stunned.

"I have sworn not to break the divine power and not to get close to women! This is my principle!" Xiao Wuyou expressed his determination word by word.

However, when Tushan Momo heard this, she sniffed, then leaned her head over to glance at Xiao Wuyou and smiled evilly.

"Master, you are lying. You are clearly in heat!"

"?!"

Xiao Wuyou was stunned. It was the first time he knew Momo had this ability!

There's no way. He can control his mind, but he can't control his body's instinctive reactions!

"No, listen to me..."

Tushan Momo rushed forward and threw Xiao Wuyou to the ground. Her soft tongue drew a sexy arc across the corners of his rosy lips, and love appeared in his watery peach blossom eyes.

"Master, either you get bullied by me, or you bully me~ There is no third option~"

Xiao Wuyou was so angry that he laughed.

Hey, little fox girl, are you rebelling against me? You are the master and I am the master?

Junior Grandmaster’s cultivation level is too high and he couldn’t defeat me. So can’t I defeat you?

Xiao Wuyou suddenly stood up, grabbed Momo's wrist, and pressed her to the ground in an instant!

"Alas!"

Even though Momo's face turned red and she struggled constantly, she couldn't shake Xiao Wuyou in the slightest!

Seeing this, Xiao Wuyou grinned with pride, and said jokingly: "That's it? You still want to bully me? Don't forget who is the boss..."

The wind howled, chilling and bone-chilling.

At some point, the candlelight suddenly went out, and the world returned to deep darkness.

In the darkness, there was only a beam of moonlight, emitting a faint cold glow.

Xiao Wuyou held his breath and looked over, only to see under the faint moonlight, a pair of pure white socks stepping on black clogs, and a sharp blade dragging a dazzling cold light, slowly approaching him.

Cold sweat instantly wet Xiao Wuyou's clothes.

He quickly let go of Momo: "Little Master, please listen to my explanation..."

"No! Momo, come out and take the blame!"

Xiao Wuyou turned around and shouted viciously, but unexpectedly, the scumbag fox transformed into its real form and stepped on the void, flashing outwards like a white thunder!

You are not a real human, but you are worse than a dog!

But Xiao Wuyou no longer has time to pay attention to Momo.

The junior master had already come in front of him, sword in hand.

"Is this your principle?"

Xiao Wuyou gave a dry laugh and was speechless.

Just like that, Xiao Wuyou was dragged to the second floor of Wangyue Pavilion by his junior master, and sat upright on the balcony waiting for his fate.

The young master had his back to Xiao Wuyou, his profile sunk into the night, making it hard to see what was happening. Only the sword in his hand gave off bursts of coldness.

This is really infuriating, isn't it?!

"Young Master, this is truly a misunderstanding! It's all Momo's fault!" Xiao Wuyou explained for the umpteenth time.

"I just wanted to push her away!"

"It should be pushed down." The young master corrected.

"No! Really not! Didn't you see it this morning?

"I'm Xiao Wuyou, I'm a man of my word, how can I be easily shaken..."

Xiao Wuyou really wanted to cry but had no tears. He had been so tough for once, but he was misunderstood by the young master. He even suspected that this was a deliberate trick by the heavens!

"Can you please calm down and put the sword back first?" Xiao Wuyou asked cautiously.

The young master suddenly turned around and narrowed her beautiful eyes: "Angry? I'm not angry. It's just that if you make a mistake, you must be punished."

Xiao Wuyou felt extremely aggrieved: "No, I really don't have that idea!"

"It doesn't count if you say it." The young master snorted coldly, and then fixed his eyes on Xiao Wuyou's legs: "You reacted to her, didn't you?"

Xiao Wuyou's old face turned red, he was stunned and speechless for a moment.

But he quickly reacted and whispered in defense: "That, that was an instinctive reaction, I couldn't control it."

"There is a reaction to the Demon King." Bei Ming Long Yue whispered softly, and her voice became increasingly cold.

Obviously, she had no reaction to him at that time, but he couldn't control his desire in front of Tushan Momo.

The young master looked directly into Xiao Wuyou's eyes and coldly interrupted his defense: "If you can't even control your body, how can I trust your heart?"

"I......"

Faced with the questioning from the young master, Xiao Wuyou's old face turned red and he was speechless for a moment. He only regretted that his gun-controlling skills were not good enough.

Chapter 15 Test/Punishment

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Well, now that things have come to this, I can only accept it.

Xiao Wuyou had no choice but to step forward and admit his mistake, and by the way, he held down the right hand of the young master who was holding the sword: "I know I was wrong, and I hope the young master will not be angry, or it will harm your health."

"I'm not angry." The young master easily put the sword back into the ring.

But she changed the subject and raised her eyebrows slightly: "But if you make a mistake, you must be punished."

Seeing the young master retract his sword, Xiao Wuyou became bolder, stepped forward and skillfully served tea to the young master, smiling and saying, "Just give me your orders."

The young master has always had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. No matter how he is punished, as long as he admits his mistake and begs for mercy, there shouldn't be any problem.

The silver-haired fairy first took a sip of tea, then looked up leisurely, with a strange look flashing in her eyes.

"massage."

Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but smile secretly. It turned out that the little master still loved me. A mere massage was not a punishment at all!

But when he got behind the young master, he saw him shaking his head: "Not there."

"It's here." The sword robe flowed, the slender legs were crossed, one of the exquisite white socks covered with clogs was lifted up, and the snow-white skin was dazzling in the night.

Xiao Wuyou couldn't help swallowing his saliva: "This...isn't it a bit bad?"

The young master took another sip of tea unhurriedly before spitting out Youlan: "I don't mind."

I do mind! What if I get angry and do something rude to you? I'm afraid you'll kill me!

Or what kind of test is this?

Xiao Wuyou was unsure and dared not move.

It was not until the young master pulled out half of the hilt of the sword from the ring that Xiao Wuyou immediately leaned over and came under the young master's skirt.

Seeing the young master snort and retract the sword, Xiao Wuyou finally understood what the other party meant.

Forget it, just press it. I have helped Yan'er press it many times, but in the end I would always use my special hands to bully Yan'er and make her cry. I dare not do that to my little master.

Under the sword robe with a white background and black edges, the legs are crossed. The feet in white socks and ebony clogs are as pure as fine jade and cannot be desecrated.

Xiao Wuyou took off a clog with a bit of respect and put it aside before he dared to touch it gently.

One could feel the young master's delicate body tremble slightly.

The body temperature of the young master was on the cool side, but the fine jade in his hand was a little soft. The poetic fragrance unique to mountains and rivers lingered in his nose. Although Xiao Wuyou was the one responsible for serving him, he felt relaxed.

The pure white cotton socks highlight the small and slender foot shape, like a thin crescent moon, wrapped in the mist. But if you put it on, you can still feel the smoothness of the instep, the delicateness of the sole, and the roundness of the nutmeg, as if you are wandering leisurely in the mist.

"Huh..." Bei Ming Longyue's long, snow-white eyelashes stretched out, and her expression was softer than ever before.

"You are very skilled."

"Haha, I don't deserve it." Xiao Wuyou was embarrassed, lowered his head and continued, laughing guiltily: "As long as the young master is satisfied."

Of course he couldn't see how gentle Bei Ming Long Yue's eyes were at that moment. Rather than punishment, there was more pity.

But when Bei Ming Long Yue looked over carefully, those glass-like eyes darkened again.

Wuyou, no response?

Clearly there was a reaction to the Demon King.

Why can't I do it? Or is Wuyou just trying his best to endure it?

"Wuyou, you don't have to be patient."

These words came out of nowhere, making Xiao Wuyou feel uneasy.

What does Little Grandmaster mean? Are you asking me to vent freely?