I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

Although I did have unrealistic fantasies about my aunt when I was a child and during adolescence, those were just immature delusions of a child.

Ah, bah bah bah!

Treatment is more important, why think about these trivial things?

Just when Zhao Kangping wanted to check Aunt Yun's physical condition, something unexpected happened again.

Aunt Yun looked a little confused. She took advantage of Zhao Kangping's daze and suddenly moved her face closer.

Then, two lips pressed against his.

Chapter 265 Aunt Yun’s Tenderness

When Zhao Kangping's pure yang energy enters Nangong Ruyun's body, she will experience an extreme comfort.

This was the most pleasurable experience for both her body and mind that she had ever had since suffering from the cold for so many years.

The feeling of warmth filling every part of her body made all her pores dilate, and every cell in her body sang with joy.

She was addicted to this feeling and wished it would last forever.

The darkest moment in Nangong Ruyun's life was the civil strife in the Xianyun Sect. She was ambushed and captured and thrown into the cold prison of Youchi.

It was a white hell covered with ice and snow, and all you could see was ice and snow.

The cold prison is not filled with ordinary ice and snow, but is protected by a formation. Even cultivators will have their vitality gradually worn away by the severe cold inside.

At that time, she was desperate, lonely, and helpless, wandering like a ghost in a lifeless and hopeless prison.

All that kept her company were the endless ice and snow and the occasional bones that were dug out from the snow.

She never wanted to go back to that cold place, ever again.

If she hadn't met her destiny there, she might have stayed there forever.

But even after escaping from there, the scars caused by the cold prison still remained on her body.

This cold poison in the body is like a stubborn disease rooted in the body that cannot be gotten rid of.

In the past, every time the cold poison struck, she would endure excruciating pain that tore through her lungs and gnawed at her bones. Furthermore, the cold air emanating from her body would transform a large area into a world of ice and snow.

The solution she had come up with before was to set up a formation on a solitary peak of the Xianyun Sect to prevent the cold air from escaping, and to seal herself in that desolate place.

If she hadn't met Ping'er, she might have turned into an ice sculpture permanently sooner or later.

so far so good.

Ping'er actually has a rare yang constitution, a pure yang holy body, and his body exudes vigorous yang energy all the time.

Especially when that golden pure yang aura appeared, her body, which had been tortured by cold poison for many years, seemed to melt like ice and snow, and she felt like she was bathed in a spring breeze. She couldn't wait to get closer to him.

She really didn't want Ping'er to know that while the Pure Yang Qi was healing her, she hadn't been able to control herself...

What should she do? Will Ping'er think she is a shameless woman?

Zhao Kangping checked around and found that he had cleared most of the cold poison crystals in Aunt Yun's body, except for one embarrassing spot.

This treatment has yielded good results, and the process of using pure Yang energy has consumed a lot of his energy and took up a lot of his mind. He is ready to do it manually.

"Wait, wait, I..."

When he wanted to take back the pure Yang energy, she felt a little regretful. She tried to retain this pure Yang energy, but unfortunately she could do nothing.

She became like mud, and her heart was completely soft.

As a result, she fell into the arms of her good nephew, and the strong scent of Ping'er made it difficult for her to control herself.

She found herself in love, and the object of her affection was the son of her deceased best friend, which made her feel very conflicted.

But feeling the warmth of his body, her mind was a mess, and she could no longer suppress the urge to throw herself into his arms, to smell his scent, and to taste his lips.

So she did that.

But, she was ultimately just a layman who knew nothing, and she didn't know what to do when their lips touched.

But just such a shallow touch made her whole body feel numb as if it were hit by an electric current.

Zhao Kangping held his hands in the air, not knowing whether to hug Aunt Yun's back or move away from her.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally put his hand on the woman's round shoulders.

The kiss didn't last long, not even three seconds, before she jumped up like a frightened deer.

"Ah!~ I, I... No, I... I didn't do it on purpose. Wuuuu!~" She realized that such behavior between aunt and niece was a bit too much, and she was incoherent for a moment.

Her hair was stuck to her face because of sweat, making it look a little messy, and tears of grievance fell uncontrollably.

She seemed to have messed up and ruined her image in Ping'er's eyes. He would definitely think she was a shameless woman and would definitely look down on her.

The aunt was extremely embarrassed and felt ashamed to face her good nephew.

She turned and ran, sobbing as she ran, into her boudoir and locked herself in. To be on the safe side, she even set up restrictions on the doors and windows to prevent anyone from entering and prevent any sound from escaping.

She felt that she was afraid to see anyone, and she didn't know how to face her deceased best friend.

……

some years ago.

Yaohua Palace.

Fairy Nangong of Xianyun Sect, the dream lover of countless male cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation, came to the Ziyang Holy Land to visit her best friend Fairy Lan.

"watch out!"

A boy of about nine years old was holding a bamboo sword and practicing swordsmanship with a twelve-year-old girl who was also holding a bamboo sword.

In a pavilion not far from them, two beautiful elders were drinking tea.

The blue-haired Nangong Fairy glanced at the child over there and said, "Ping'er has been practicing with you for the past two years. How's your progress?"

Fairy Lan, who was sitting opposite her, had just put her red lips to the edge of her teacup and took a sip before she replied, "It's okay. This child is still at the peak of his playfulness. It's good enough that he can spend half an hour practicing in a day."

"He developed a sense of Qi at the age of eight and entered the first level of Qi training the same year, but he is still at the first level now. My eldest disciple, on the other hand, is already at the fourth level of Qi training at the age of twelve."

"I asked Wanyi to suppress her realm and practice with him, but it seems to me that they are more like playing."

Both fairies looked at the two children who were practicing against each other.

"Look at my Dragon Sword, swish!"

"There's also ghost swordsmanship here." The boy waved the bamboo sword in his hand and chopped it randomly. The moves were not powerful enough, so the slogans made up for it.

The girl opposite also felt that practicing with the junior brother was boring and said, "Besides shouting these useless weird words, what else can you do?"

As she spoke, the girl increased the strength of her sword.

It seemed that the boy was about to be defeated.

As the boy was backing away, he tripped over a stone and fell backwards.

The girl stopped the sword in her hand and asked, "Are you okay?"

The boy fell to the ground, not crying or making a fuss. He was stunned for a moment and said, "It hurts a little, but it's okay."

Seeing that he hadn't stood up after a while, the girl walked over to him and wanted to help him up.

However, just as she approached, the boy suddenly jumped up and said, "Eat my sword!"

The bamboo sword was thrust upwards diagonally, tearing the hem of the girl's skirt with a ripping sound.

The girl was no pushover either. She reacted quickly and swung out her sword to deflect her junior brother's bamboo sword. With a little force, she knocked the bamboo sword away.

In this competition, the boy was clearly no match for the girl. He even tried to sneak attack the senior sister with a sneak attack, but unfortunately failed.

There was a brief silence on the field. The girl noticed that her skirt had a big tear. Her eyes flickered and she soon started crying, "You little brat! This is the new skirt Master bought me. Woohoo! I'm going to beat you to death."

The girl raised the bamboo sword in her hand and hit the boy on the forehead.

Fortunately, the boy had already noticed that his senior sister was angry, so he ran away.

Unfortunately, he could run away for a while, but not forever.

He was only at the first level of Qi training, so it was not easy for him to escape from the pursuit of the fourth level of Qi training.

He hadn't run far when he was hit on the head.

"Senior Sister, I was wrong, wuwuwu!~"

"It's too late. I'll beat you to death."

Two children, one big and one small, were chasing and playing with each other.

Among the adults watching the excitement on the other side, the blue-haired fairy stood up from her seat and said, "I hope nothing bad will happen."

But Fairy Lan waved her hand and said, "Children are just being naughty. Let them be. As long as no one is dead, they can all be saved."

Because the two children were relatively young, Fairy Lan was relatively lenient with their education. If they were older, she wouldn't be so indulgent.

Then the two best friends continued to drink tea and chat.

"Yuzhi had a miserable life. Not only did she fail to become a saint, but she also ended up like this. Oh, what a pity~" The blue-haired fairy thought of her deceased best friend.

Upon hearing the name, Fairy Lan's eyes dimmed. She just continued to drink her tea without saying a word.

It was not until she heard a few boys' screams that she occasionally glanced at the children playing over there.

Fairy Lan added some more water to her teacup and said, "Everyone has their own destiny. Life is unpredictable. I just hope her son can grow up healthy and safe."

After she finished a cup of tea, she could no longer see the two disciples.

At this time, she didn't take it seriously and continued chatting with her best friend.

Two people, no, there were once three of them who traveled together in the world of immortal cultivation and formed a deep friendship.

Now looking back, that person is no longer here.

They can always avoid talking about the third person who is no longer there, but every time they see that boy, how can they forget that they have another best friend?

About a cup of tea later, the girl whose skirt was torn by the bamboo sword came back.

The girl looked very panicked at this time. Her bamboo sword was missing. Before anyone arrived, she was heard shouting, "Master, Master, something happened. My junior brother fell into the water."

The two fairies in the pavilion stood up at the same time and quickly came to the girl.

"What's wrong with Ping'er? Tell me quickly." Fairy Lan asked anxiously.

But the girl was out of breath from running. She pointed in a certain direction and said, "Just now, Junior Brother was running too fast and accidentally stepped on empty air and fell into the cold pool."

This cold pool is a place on Yaohua Peak where one can temper their body. Because the water is icy cold year-round and rich in spiritual energy, it is an ideal place for tempering the body.

However, this place is only suitable for monks with a certain level of cultivation. If your cultivation level is too low, or you have no cultivation at all, it is easy to get into danger if you fall into this pool.

However, this cold pool can no longer be found on the present Yaohua Peak because it was later filled up by Zhao Kangping, who became the master of Yaohua Palace.

The three of them appeared at the edge of the cold pool almost instantly.

Fairy Lan looked closely and saw her second disciple clinging to the edge of the cold pool, trying to climb up.

But the mud at the edge of the pool was too slippery, and he slipped down again just after he climbed up a little.

"Plop!~"

The boy accidentally fell into the cold pool water again.

As the master, Fairy Lan was anxious and she hurried to the edge of the pool.

Looking at her apprentice struggling in the water, she waved her hand and the boy was lifted up by spiritual power and flew to her feet.

"Wow~ It's so cold, Master, I'm so cold." The boy was shivering with cold.

Fairy Nangong quickly used her spiritual power to evaporate the moisture from his body and dry his clothes.

But he still couldn't stop shivering. He had stayed in the pool for too long, and the coldness of the pool had penetrated his small body.

The boy's cultivation was mediocre and he was still weak, so how could he withstand the invasion of the pool water?

Aunt Nangong hugged him in her arms lovingly, holding the boy's fragile body tightly, trying to warm him with her body temperature, without noticing that her big white breasts were about to suffocate the boy.

Facial cleanser is good, but you have to be careful with it. She always means well but ends up doing something bad.

At that time, Fairy Nangong had not yet practiced the Taiyin Xuanbing Jue, her physique had not become bone-chillingly cold, and her body temperature was still at a normal level.

The child was severely frozen that time and even fell seriously ill.

Fortunately, two beautiful elders took turns to take care of him and finally cured him.