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

The girl under the veil obviously doesn't have much skin exposed, but her every frown and smile is so sensational yet elegant, seductive yet beautiful.

Xiao Wuyou was actually a little drunk for a moment.

Ye Qingmeng didn't say anything, but just stared at him with a smile, as if she found him very interesting.

After a few seconds, Xiao Wuyou came back to his senses and realized his gaffe.

However, Xiao Wuyou's greatest advantage is that he is thick-skinned. He blinked his eyes, looked indifferent, and walked towards the bed as if nothing had happened.

"I heard that you were not feeling well? Are your injuries still not healed?" Xiao Wuyou did not delay. While asking the question, he also glanced at Ye Qingmeng's delicate and voluptuous body again.

Of course, this time it was for diagnosis and treatment.

Ye Qingmeng obviously had no external injuries. Not to mention any injuries, her breath was also very healthy, and there was no sign of anything wrong.

"I can't explain it clearly. No one else can see it clearly either. Could you please, Mr. Xiao, help me take a closer look?" Ye Qingmeng looked over with a smile.

"Of course." Xiao Wuyou sat on the edge of the bed, keeping a little distance from Ye Qingmeng. He reached out and held the other's hand to take her pulse.

It is said to be taking the pulse, but it is actually much more complicated. It is using the power of luck to scan the opponent's meridians and soul. Although the power of luck cannot have a direct effect on Ye Qingmeng's body, if there are foreign objects such as toxins, it can help her clear them out instantly.

Xiao Wuyou tried hard not to glance at the beauty beside him and concentrated his attention.

Just a moment later, Xiao Wuyou's expression became strange: "Miss Ye, your pulse seems to be fine?"

"Are you sure you are feeling unwell?" Xiao Wuyou had already suspected it.

Xiao Wuyou turned his head to look at the girl's face, but saw that she had her elbows on the pillow, supporting her cheeks, with her head tilted, her eyes as charming as silk, and her breath as faint as orchids.

"I just feel uncomfortable." As soon as the words fell, the girl took the initiative in Xiao Wuyou's hand and climbed up like a nimble little snake, sticking to Xiao Wuyou's palm.

"Why don't you come closer? Maybe you're too far away."

Xiao Wuyou actually didn't feel much strength, but his body unconsciously moved closer to the beauty on the bed.

Only when you get closer can you find that the fragrance that just blew was actually the fragrance of a girl's hair. However, now this fragrance is more warm and intoxicating.

The other person's purple eyes, as charming as eerie jade, had a certain demonic beauty that made it difficult to look away once you set your eyes on them.

The white-clothed swordsman and the black-haired witch were only a breath away from each other.

Xiao Wuyou stared into those beautiful eyes and smiled bitterly: "Why do I feel like you don't look uncomfortable at all?"

"I really don't feel well." Ye Qingmeng blinked innocently, and her panic was comparable to Xiao Wuyou's.

Seeing Ye Qingmeng suddenly act pure and innocent, Xiao Wuyou couldn't help laughing: "Where exactly do you feel uncomfortable? You have to give me a specific part."

"If I have to say, it's here."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Qingmeng took Xiao Wuyou's hands with both hands and gently placed them on her deep chest.

Xiao Wuyou was stunned.

It was not because of the soft touch as warm as water, but because of the restless pulse beneath the girl's delicate skin.

The girl was still smiling gently, but the soft sunset glow on her face and the rise and fall of her pulse told us that the little witch was far from being as calm as she looked.

"Do you feel it? My heart is in pain."

The devilish look in his eyes, staring straight at him, made Xiao Wuyou's heart beat faster involuntarily.

Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but look away, pretending to be calm: "How can I help the girl?"

"so."

The fragrance is in the air, and the aroma is everywhere.

The unexpected kiss passed through Xiao Wuyou's last line of defense.

The taste of Ye Qingmeng is like a spoonful of fine wine, with a light and elegant fragrance, yet an intoxicating mellowness.

This kiss was shallow, but it was so passionate.

This kiss is deep, but it is tasted on the lips.

The lingering breaths slowly separate.

The little witch covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes blurred, and she said with satisfaction: "Well, this is much more comfortable."

"Thank you for your help, Master Xiao."

"Don't be so polite." Xiao Wuyou said softly, his fingers gently stroking the slender waist.

"So, Wuyou?"

"Yes, Qingmeng."

As they talked, the two of them snuggled up to each other without realizing it.

Ye Qingmeng lay gently on Xiao Wuyou's chest, like a lazy cat.

Xiao Wuze lay flat on his back, playing with the other's soft hair while restlessly kneading Ye Qingmeng's waist, until the other bit his shoulder blade lightly near his ear in revenge, and then Xiao Wuyou calmed down.

"Why don't you just call me over and tell me directly?" Xiao Wuyou seemed helpless.

Now that I think about it, Xingcai and Zhang Caiwei, no, even those monks from the Red Maple Valley knew what Ye Qingmeng was up to.

It's a good thing for the little witch to have a good relationship with them, but it's too much.

"How boring it would be to just say it directly?" Ye Qingmeng whispered in his ear.

Ye Qingmeng smiled smugly and looked very happy: "You don't like surprises?"

"I like it, but..." Xiao Wuyou paused and suddenly met Ye Qingmeng's gaze.

"You don't have to worry about me." Xiao Wuyou said seriously.

Ye Qingmeng was slightly surprised, pouted slightly in distress, and pinched Xiao Wuyou's face irritably: "Men who are too sensitive are not liked by girls."

"It's enough to please you."

Xiao Wuyou's voice was a little out of tune, but it did not affect his conversation about business.

"I have never cared about the reputation of the righteous path. If you are worried that I will be implicated because of my identity as the former Saint of the Demonic Path, there is no need to worry."

Xiao Wuyou speaks the truth. It feels good to be respected, but he is actually very indifferent to this aspect.

In the past, Xiao Wuyou was worried because he was afraid that a "trimming role" like him would cause trouble. Now that he has good luck, he doesn't have to worry anymore.

Compared to Ye Qingmeng's feelings, all those false reputations can be abandoned.

Although Ye Qingmeng had never complained, Xiao Wuyou knew very well that the other party was rebellious in nature, and he didn't want to let the other party suffer any grievances.

"Eh? It's boring. Do we have to talk about it now?" Ye Qingmeng lowered his head, quite resentful.

Xiao Wuyou stretched out his hand, put it on the fair face, straightened her head, and forced her to face him again: "It has to be now."

"Well, even if you don't care about false reputation, we'd better not make a big fuss about it." At this point, the eyes that should have been as bright as glass and purple jade were tinged with a hint of haze.

"If the Demon Emperor is provoked, it will be troublesome."

Chapter 35 Silent Throbbing

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On the one hand, he was worried that Xiao Wuyou would be criticized, but the more important thing was the threat from the Demon Emperor.

Ye Qingmeng knew the Demon Emperor too well, which was why she knew that he was crazy.

Although the demons are generally at a disadvantage, if the Demon Emperor really wants to take himself back at all costs, who can stop him?

"There's something I haven't told you." Ye Qingmeng, who was always casual, didn't dare to look directly at Xiao Wuyou's face at this moment.

Ye Qingmeng's voice became heavy: "The Demon Emperor adopted me when I was young, just to make me his cauldron."

"Wait, I remember that you are not the adopted daughter of the Demon Emperor?" Xiao Wuyou frowned.

Although Ye Qingmeng never said it clearly, it was no longer a secret in the world of immortal cultivation. It was precisely because of the support of the Demon Emperor that Ye Qingmeng was able to gain a firm foothold in the world of magic.

Ye Qingmeng rolled her eyes at him: "Do you think that big devil would care about false reputation? The secular rules have long been meaningless to him."

A strange idea popped up in Xiao Wuyou's mind at an inopportune time.

What a devilish father. The demons are all really perverted.

And after hearing what Ye Qingmeng said, he finally understood why the usually unruly little witch was so cautious.

He snatched away the Demon Emperor's furnace-cauldron child bride, robbed her of her opportunity, stole her daughter, and even put a hat on her.

Triple the joy.

If Ye Qingmeng and I really became a Taoist couple, I was afraid that the Demon Emperor would go crazy and kill me.

Even so, Xiao Wuyou still said casually: "What is there to be afraid of?"

Even Ye Qingmeng was stunned, with a look of surprise on her face.

"Don't joke, can you deal with the Demon Emperor?" Ye Qingmeng stared at her and his tone became serious.

"I can't." Not for now, Xiao Wuyou added in his heart.

After the previous battle between the Demon Emperor and the Junior Master, Xiao Wuyou had a rough estimate of the Demon Emperor's strength and had a rough idea of ​​it in his mind.

It is better not to have a head-on conflict with the other party before the young master forges a new magic sword.

"However, if the sky falls, there is someone above to hold it up." Xiao Wuyou raised his head.

Ye Qingmeng suddenly realized: "So that's how it is..."

Although Ye Qingmeng didn't like Longyue Sword Fairy very much, she had to admit that with her protecting her, she suddenly felt safe.

"Then why are you trying to be cool? I thought you were going to deal with him by yourself." Ye Qing came back to his senses, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He pressed on Xiao Wuyou and rubbed his face hard.

"Ah... Master is so powerful, doesn't that mean his disciple is not allowed to show off?" Even though he was being suppressed, Xiao Wuyou was still very confident and tough.

"Haha, it's also thanks to others who think highly of you." Ye Qingmeng's tone was a little complicated.

It would be a great honor for ordinary people to have a master who dotes on them. You have to know that the great masters in the world of immortal cultivation often have more than one disciple, so how could they focus all their attention on one person?

However, although Longyue Sword Immortal seemed to have many disciples over the past ten thousand years, Xiao Wuyou was his only direct disciple, and he trusted him so much.

Even Ye Qingmeng felt a little jealous.

Ye Qingmeng couldn't help but ask curiously: "Is your relationship with her really that good that she would take action against the Demon Emperor?"

It was rare to see Ye Qingmeng looking depressed, Xiao Wuyou started to show off: "Of course, my little master dotes on me so much."

"Little...Master?" Ye Qingmeng's eyes flashed, very sensitive.

Xiao Wuyou was stunned for a long time before he sneered and said, "It's a private way of calling it. It makes you look younger."

"Do the other elders of Juejian Sect also call her Little Grandmaster?" Ye Qingmeng asked.

"Not really." Xiao Wuyou felt ashamed, thinking that if the Great Elder really dared to call him that, he would probably have to help collect his body.

Ye Qingmeng snorted softly and began to think about it.

Although she had only met Bei Ming Long Yue once, the two women were very sensitive to each other.

Ye Qingmeng always felt that the other person was not as naive as he appeared to be.

At that time, she thought that the other party was teaching her a lesson as an elder, but now thinking about it, it seemed to have another meaning.

Shouldn't...

No, although monks are not so particular about age, the difference in age and seniority is too big, isn't it?

The more Ye Qingmeng thought about it, the more curious she became. However, she felt that if it wasn't the case, it would be too offensive if she asked, so she didn't say anything in the end.

"In short, don't worry." Xiao Wuyou spoke again, smiling easily.

"When everything is over, I will take you back to the Juejian Sect, no matter what others think, or what the demons say..."

Under the moonlight, Xiao Wuyou lifted up the girl's drooping hair. His bright eyes were like a lake of spring water, or like flowing moonlight, full of tenderness.

"The relationship between you and me cannot be questioned by anyone." Xiao Wuyou said in a light but solemn tone as he made his promise to the girl.

Ye Qingmeng was slightly startled.

The little witch immediately smiled evilly: "As expected of you, you are the number one prodigy of the righteous path. You are not bad at pleasing women."

"I'm serious." Xiao Wuyou replied.

Since he decided to be with Ye Qingmeng, Xiao Wuyou had no intention of letting her suffer any grievances. If they couldn't be together openly, even if Ye Qingmeng had no complaints, Xiao Wuyou couldn't accept it.

The girl lowered her head, and Xiao Wuyou thought she was going to give him a kiss, so he moved closer with a bit of pride.

Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly changed direction, bit the tip of his ear, and whispered quietly: "Did you promise them the same thing?"