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

Although Ye Qingmeng had never heard these words before, she deeply felt Xiao Wuyou's love and care, and her heart became even warmer.

She had even made up her mind that even if it meant sacrificing her cultivation, she would repay Xiao Wuyou tonight.

"Really? You don't even want the reward." Ye Qingmeng sighed and said angrily.

"There will be plenty of opportunities after everything is over." Xiao Wuyou was not in a hurry.

Rather, I am a little nervous.

Ye Qingmeng's charm skills are not much worse than Tushan Momo's.

And unlike the soft and easy-to-bully little fox girl, this little witch can be fatal in every sense when she gets serious.

"I'll listen to you. The fun is left for later. But the night is still long. It would be a waste to just go back to sleep, right?"

After saying that, Ye Qingmeng stood up and left the futon.

"Dream?"

"I'll find you something interesting. I'll be right back."

After hearing what the other party said, Xiao Wuyou waited patiently.

Ye Qingmeng walked back to the room, seemingly preparing something.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the night falls and the dream returns.

Xiao Wuyou looked at the surprise the girl had prepared, and his eyes suddenly became hot.

Ye Qingmeng changed into a dance dress that she would never show in front of outsiders.

No, it’s a stretch to call it a dance dress.

It was more like a few thin purple ribbons, barely wrapping around the girl's tall and voluptuous chest and buttocks.

In addition, whether it was her flat and soft belly, her smooth and white legs, or even her pair of slender and sexy feet, all of their usual coverings were removed without hesitation.

If it were an ordinary woman, this outfit would be too simple and crude, and look vulgar.

But for Ye Qingmeng's plump and delicate body, which is as perfect as a work of art, she is charming and enchanting without losing the elegance that belongs only to her.

Ye Qingmeng did not ask Xiao Wuyou whether he liked it or not, because she had already seen the answer from Xiao Wuyou's eyes.

"Prostitutes would wear this kind of dance dress to please their customers."

"Don't talk nonsense. It's not like I haven't been there before in my previous life." Xiao Wuyou had never seen similar costumes in several lifetimes. This dance dress was obviously custom-made.

Xiao Wuyou admired the girl's graceful figure and said with great interest: "So..."

Ye Qingmeng lightly moved her jade feet and came in front of Xiao Wuyou. She raised her fingertips and put them in front of Xiao Wuyou's lips to stop him from speaking. She smiled charmingly: "So you guessed right, this is specially for your pleasure."

Chapter 65 The Night is Long

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With such a charming beauty right before his eyes, how could Xiao Wuyou ignore it?

He subconsciously wanted to hold that slender waist, but unfortunately, the little witch tiptoed, her body moved gracefully, and the silk ribbon passed by like a butterfly's wing, leaving only a lingering fragrance for Xiao Wuyou.

Ye Qingmeng pulled away and retreated to the middle of the empty balcony, jokingly saying, "Don't be impatient, it's just the beginning."

Xiao Wuyou was completely intrigued, nodded slightly and made a "please" gesture.

Then, the ribbon fluttered again, and dark purple butterflies danced in the night.

The lights are dim, the stars are floating, the light and shadows flicker, but they slowly outline a graceful figure.

Then, Ye Qingmeng stood on tiptoe, turned her back to Xiao Wuyou, and suddenly looked back.

The purple eyes are gorgeous and full of charm.

The next moment, Ye Qingmeng's dance was like the whistling evening breeze, and like the carnival of the crowd downstairs, she indulged herself to her heart's content, no longer restrained.

Even with the accompaniment of music at this moment, the dance of the peerless oiran already exudes the charm of dance, and is more elegant and charming than any flower-moon dancer that Xiao Wuyou has seen in several lifetimes.

As the dance continued, the fluttering butterfly finally came closer, smiled charmingly, and stretched out a white and tender arm.

Xiao Wuyou instinctively wanted to catch the nimble butterfly, but unfortunately, this time, it only touched the purple gauze for a moment.

The girl couldn't help laughing.

"I can't tell whether this is a reward or a tease." Xiao Wuyou suppressed the restlessness in his heart and smiled bitterly.

"Why do we have to distinguish them so clearly?" Ye Qingmeng had a bottle of fairy wine in his hand without her noticing.

Xiao Wuyou recognized that it was some kind of contraband with a very high intensity of spiritual energy, and its grade was not low either. It was obviously something that only the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Path could enjoy.

But Ye Qingmeng only had a wine bottle in his hand, no wine glass.

"Is something missing?" Xiao Wuyou was curious.

"Isn't it enough to have me?" Ye Qingmeng raised her eyebrows.

Then, facing Xiao Wuyou, she lifted up her thick black hair with one hand, bit open the cork with her pearly teeth, and slowly poured the wine between her delicate collarbones.

The girl's collarbone, like a butterfly's wing, was suddenly filled with magical wine that exuded a strong aroma. It was crystal clear and beautiful.

This time, Xiao Wuyou didn't hesitate any more. He put his arms around the girl's waist and kissed her.

First, he tasted the softness with the tip of his tongue, then drank her warmth, and wholeheartedly savored the fairy wine that Ye Qingmeng had prepared for him.

It is like the addictive agarwood honey. Once you break the taboo and taste the sweetness, you can no longer stop.

The girl's breathing also became sweet and not at all suppressed.

The originally graceful and elegant butterfly, like a prey falling into a trap, could not stop trembling and shaking in the trap that had been set long ago.

Ye Qingmeng's legs felt weak.

The originally full cup of immortal wine inevitably spilled from the girl's shoulders.

The crystal jade beads flowed down the slender neck, wet the only piece of clothing on the girl's chest, then ran across her flat white belly, and flowed over her soft, well-proportioned and slender legs.

Ye Qingmeng suddenly let go of Xiao Wuyou and lay down on the tea table in a relaxed manner.

She cast an expectant look at me, panting slightly: "This wine is very expensive."

"Then we can't waste it." Xiao Wuyou nodded seriously.

Afterwards, Xiao Wuyou followed the cunning wine and enjoyed the tenderness and dripping of the little witch all the way.

At first the little witch moaned with pleasure, but soon she let out a cry of panic.

"Just drink, don't do anything unnecessary." Ye Qingmeng clenched his teeth, with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

But Xiao Wuyou raised his head and said in surprise: "I don't have any."

"Without drinks, how can there be..."

Ye Qingmeng's face suddenly flushed, and she pinched Xiao Wuyou hard to stop his teasing.

Xiao Wuyou said that he has always respected women and retracted his action: "If Qingmeng doesn't like it, then forget it."

"I..." Ye Qingmeng curled up her legs, hesitant to speak.

Xiao Wuyou was not in a hurry either. He just pretended to be calm and admired the fragility of the little witch, which she would never show on normal days.

"I didn't say I don't like it." Ye Qingmeng finally closed her eyes and begged for mercy like a cat, even giving up on herself. She deliberately opened her mouth to breathe, squeezed her legs together and rubbed them, cooperating.

"Wuyou, please~"

It just so happens that Xiao Wuyou has always been a person who respects women.

So he bent down decisively to meet Ye Qingmeng's request.

The high-pitched and delicate cry was like a heavy rain, dripping soundly.

Under the tea table, the dainty jade feet couldn't help but tense up, and the swaying boat tensed up helplessly, enduring the howling wind and rain.

Until the noise in the distance gradually subsided, the brilliant lights gradually disappeared, and the night of Linjiang City returned to tranquility.

The girl's feet were completely limp and collapsed to the side, with drops of wetness running down her pretty feet.

Ye Qingmeng's cheeks were hot, her eyes were unfocused, and she let out a long breath of satisfaction.

Xiao Wuyou raised his head, suddenly confused: "Who is rewarding whom?"

Ye Qingmeng rolled her eyes at him resentfully: "It's all your fault."

"Is it all my fault?" Xiao Wuyou felt very innocent. Hadn't a gentleman who respected women perfectly satisfied the demands of the little witch?

"Originally there were other gifts after drinking, who knew you..." Ye Qingmeng gritted her teeth and hesitated to speak.

Xiao Wuyou was speechless. He thought the little witch was deliberately leading him to commit a crime.

But Ye Qingmeng quickly smiled and said, "Forget it, it's not too late to make up for it now."

The soft, boneless little hand immediately rested on Xiao Wuyou's arms and reached out to places that shouldn't be touched.

"Qing Meng?" Xiao Wuyou's old face turned red, but he still pretended to be calm and interested.

"Come to think of it, you're just taking care of yourself. I haven't even had a drink yet." Ye Qingmeng complained, then grabbed the bottle.

The expensive fairy wine was spilled all over Xiao Wuyou.

The pure white Taoist robe instantly became wet and transparent.

Xiao Wuyou couldn't pretend anymore, his body trembled, he stepped back, and laughed dryly: "Qingmeng, if you are tired, why don't you rest tonight?"

"Tired? The night is still long."

The little witch licked the corners of her lips, which turned red without a trace, and her eyes exuded a charming lust and were meaningful.

"You know, there are many more interesting things besides dual cultivation~"

The next morning.

The morning light had just come up when Xiao Wuyou opened his eyelids drowsily.

Vaguely, he could see a naked beauty snuggling beside him, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, sleeping soundly.

After tossing and turning for most of the night yesterday, switching between offense and defense countless times, the little witch was finally satisfied.

In the little witch's own words, it's just a game.

......I really don’t know what it would be like if it were real.

Xiao Wuyou yawned, turned over, and his already unclear consciousness fell into further drowsiness.

But at this moment, the picture rippled like water waves, and a familiar heartbeat came.

The next moment, before his eyes, a flash of knife light appeared, and a dance of blood and fire appeared.

Chapter 66: Not Going Back

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Another ambush.

Since joining the Juejian Sect, Xiao Wuyou has participated in this kind of mission for countless times.

Patrolling the mountain forest trails and intercepting the demon cultivators transporting contraband items. This kind of mission is usually not challenging, after all, the demon cultivators with high cultivation are not afraid of the righteous, and only those minions with cultivation levels below the golden elixir level will be so sneaky.

For a Nascent Soul cultivator like Xiao Wuyou, this kind of mission is not worth taking on personally.

But in order to meet the black-haired courtesan again, Xiao Wuyou was unwilling to miss any opportunity. Even if the enemies were only a few foundation-building warriors, he would take action personally and leave some alive to ask for clues.

And this time, I really won the prize.

Xiao Wuyou, as usual, brought a few accompanying monks to attack the demon cultivators' team.

But this time, the opponent's reaction was incredibly fast, and before they could land, he blasted them with magic power.

So what if he is a Nascent Soul cultivator?

Faced with the full-force attacks of several demon cultivators of equal power, he could only swallow his anger. Even if he did not die, his body would be corroded by the demonic energy and he would lose his combat effectiveness on the spot.

Unfortunately, Xiao Wuyou is not an ordinary Nascent Soul.

"He can split the evil spirit!"

"Be careful, he is not an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator!"

"ah!!!!"

After killing three people in a row, the blood-stained Sword God shook off the filth on the sword, slowly locked his gaze on the last demon cultivator in the corner, and smiled warmly.

"Brother, let me ask you something."