There are always fairies plotting against me

"Hanwu, Hu, two cups of tea." Zhu Nanzhi ordered outside the house.

Xiao Yinruo picked up a black piece and was about to put it down when she suddenly felt Qingyue's hand reaching down. This made her pause and then tense up.

No, no?

Qingyue is alone, so she shouldn't go that far, right?

Can menstruation be ignored?

Fortunately, Qingyue didn't really do that.

Xiao Yinruo, feeling relieved, continued to make moves. When Hanwu came in with the tea, he took a sip.

She could bear Qingyue's behavior at this moment, but her body couldn't help but feel hot and dry in the mouth.

What is Qingyue thinking? Although she is a half-demon, she does not have a mating period like a pure-blooded monster.

It's outrageous to be horny during menstruation!

Xiao Yinruo thought helplessly, this child is so aloof, why is he still like this?

Fortunately, she gradually couldn't feel that Mu Qingyue was doing anything again.

Xiao Yinruo looked at the chessboard. It was already the fifth game between him and Nanzhi.

After discovering that Mu Qingyue had calmed down, she felt completely relieved and no longer felt so hot.

But the long gown under the hips is a bit awkward.

"Wash up after you finish this game.

Xiao Yinruo thought about it, picked up the teacup and took a sip, but at this moment, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, and a low groan that sounded like dry heaves and discomfort came from her throat, and the tea in her mouth sprayed onto the tea tray.

“Cough, cough cough cough—…”

Xiao Yinruo covered her beautiful neck with both hands, her peach blossom eyes widened, and a thick layer of mist formed around them, filled with disbelief.

What is Mu Qingyue doing? What is she doing? What is she doing!?

This is Konana's child—yes, this size—

Mu Qingyue actually, actually—

“Cough cough cough——”

A strong feeling of retching surged up his neck, forcing Xiao Yinruo to turn sideways and bend down. His vision was blurred by the mist rising from the box.

But it's more of discomfort.

This whole feeling is so uncomfortable.

Xiao Yinruo didn't have time to think about how Mu Qingyue did it. She just felt a sense of torment and even wanted to take back the "empathy" method.

However, this kind of Taoism is like the insurance that Nanzhi Hongchen placed on her when she first entered the world. It can only be taken back when they meet face to face.

Xiao Yinruo opened her red lips, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was breathing heavily, and her cheeks became more and more rosy.

Snapped!

Zhu Nanzhi suddenly threw the teacup in her hand to the ground, and the little face of Hanwu, who was standing aside, turned pale.

Tea, there's poison in the tea!?

What kind of poison is this that could cause such pain to a cultivator who is a god in this realm without him noticing?

Who gave the poison?

Who wants to assassinate the Palace Master?!

"Master, are you okay?" Zhu Nanzhi quickly ran to Xiao Yinruo and squatted down, stroking her back anxiously. She raised her head and looked at Han Wu: "Don't panic, go out and see if anyone is moving—"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yinruo raised her hand to stop Zhu Nanzhi's voice, and said in a hoarse voice: "No, it's not poison."

Zhu Nanzhi's expression changed, and she looked at her master's blushing face: "But you——

"It's okay, there was something wrong with the training."

Xiao Yinruo finished his words quickly, then quickly stood up and walked out of the house: "Don't bother me."

Xiao Yinruo, holding his neck with one hand, felt his legs going weak as he took a step. What was even more terrifying was...

She found that although she felt uncomfortable, her body's reaction was a bit like the night when she peeped at Wanyu and Jin'an.

It's hot, I want to -.

boom!

Xiao Yinruo closed the door and hurried to her bedroom. Her plump, white legs trembled slightly under her long gown, giving off a faint, crystal-like glow.

She leaned against the wall with one hand, her moist eyes still filled with disbelief. This——----is it possible!?

Inside the room, Zhu Nanzhi stared blankly at his master's departing back.

If Master said it’s not poison, then it’s definitely not poison... otherwise he would definitely find a way to detoxify it as soon as possible.

And Master's expression and behavior certainly didn't seem like he was poisoned—

Now that I think about it, this kind of cough seems a little familiar.

"Saint, Lady Saint, is the Palace Master really okay?" Han Wu asked with a worried look on his face.

Zhu Nanzhi shook her head, pursed her cherry lips and subconsciously held onto the stool to get up, and then.

"Um?""

She paused and raised her left hand in front of herself. This feeling...

"Master—"

Zhu Nanzhi looked towards the door in disbelief. Master has a fever?

This kind of thing...isn't it too outrageous?

After returning to the room, Xiao Yinruo set up a soundproof and human-isolating barrier, then curled up on the bed.

She still covered her throat, her peach blossom eyes were moist, but her originally uncomfortable look gradually showed a hint of charm and confusion.

Xiao Yinruo still found it very difficult to empathize with Mu Qingyue, so she used magic to relieve the discomfort, but when the discomfort subsided, it was replaced by an indescribable feeling.

She had experienced this feeling when she empathized with Nanzhi, but empathizing with Mu Qingyue was different from empathizing with Nanzhi.

Because senior sister Mu Qingyue can tolerate everything about junior brother Lu Jinan.

After gradually getting used to this unprecedented feeling, Xiao Yinruo began to twist her body uncomfortably.

The feeling is particularly strong.

She noticed that Mu Qingyue's emotions were extremely intense at the moment. She didn't understand why Mu Qingyue was so happy at the moment, but all these emotions came back to her!

Xiao Yinruo wanted to know what could have made Mu Qingyue so excited and why she was suddenly with Jin An, but all the emotions she felt at the moment made it difficult for her to think too much.

She twisted her body unbearably, her round and well-proportioned long legs completely exposed from the slit of her gown, covered with a layer of sweat, as delicate as snow porcelain, almost as shiny as gems.

As the legs twist, the graceful tendons at the base of the legs are slightly tightened due to the posture, allowing the base of the legs to show a beautiful curve.

Xiao Yinruo lay flat on the bed, her red lips without deep lip lines slightly parted, as if she was having trouble breathing, but within this discomfort, there was also an indescribable beauty.

Suddenly, her arches tensed, and her round, pink toes formed a slightly messy swirl on the bed sheet.

At this moment, a far more mellow and rich fragrance of skin emanated from Xiao Yinruo's body than usual.

The moist fragrance of sweat seemed to fill every corner of the room. Xiao Yinruo lay flat on the bed with his waist slightly bent, his watery peach blossom eyes wide open looking at the ceiling, his gaze involuntarily turning upwards.

Her face was full of disbelief and tenderness.

Although he had experienced this kind of thing from Nanzhi and Suoyu, the feeling brought by Mu Qingyue seemed to be even stronger.

Xiao Yinruo breathed and tightened her breath, her tall and delicate body tossing and turning as if she was worried. The neat bed sheet was messed up by the repeated tightening and loosening of her hands.

She didn't know how long it had been, nor did she know what she was thinking. She only knew that when she curled up occasionally,

For some reason, he whispered the word "Junior Brother".

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Xiao Yinruo was lying on the bed, curled up on his side. His pure white gown had been rubbed against his arm.

Her shoulders are half exposed, and her sweat is crystal clear, like orchid and musk.

The delicate and attractive collarbone rose and fell with the gradually quiet breathing. Xiao Yinruo closed her eyes, there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes, and there was also some crystal at the corners of her mouth.

She tightened her clothes and felt her cheeks and jaw trembling.

She opened her eyes slightly, and a trace of confusion flashed in her gentle peach blossom eyes. Did Qingyue eat something just now? Why did she seem to be jumping around?

Xiao Yinruo pressed her legs together and bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth. Now that she had regained consciousness, she couldn't help but think of Pei Wanyu's words.

Different people doing the same thing might even be able to develop strength through empathy.

As soon as she thought of this, Xiao Yinruo stretched out her right hand, and the Taoist magic flowed through her fingertips. She felt the strength.

But at this moment, compared to the strength transformed from this "empathy", the physical feeling is the strongest.

Xiao Yinruo lowered his head slightly, his collar opened slightly, and beads of sweat disappeared in the shadows.

Her pupils seemed to be focused into two points, which made her subconsciously close her legs.

Why·--·

"What happened to Qingyue was even more boring than what happened to Wanyu that night. Why did it turn out like this? I even called her Junior Brother.

Xiao Yinruo clenched his hands tightly and couldn't help but stroke his neck again. When the magic was used to eliminate the discomfort, the remaining strange feeling...

She stopped thinking, but her mind was full of thoughts, and the scene where she and Wanhao called each other "roast chicken" in Qingyi Palace came to her mind again.

I am——the same as Shuuyu!?

Do not!

Different!

It was all because of Mu Qingyue's unexpected behavior. It was all because of her that she became like this.

Xiao Yinruo gritted her teeth, supported herself on the bed with her hands and sat up, only to feel a wave of weakness in her waist.

She looked out the window, her beautiful eyes a little dazed.

Qingyue is such a cold child, why does she have such strong emotions when doing a monotonous thing?

Xiao Yinruo tightened his clothes and suddenly felt a little regretful for listening to his friend and using empathy magic on Qingyue.

If I continue like this, what will become of me?

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Chapter 157: Master's 'Beautiful Photos', Senior Sister's 'Dog' Character

Wandao Sect, Taichu Peak.

Taichu Palace, Huangyu Palace.

The star power of Tianshu had long since disappeared, and the house returned to peace with the gradually calming breathing.

From the outer room to the bedroom, Lu Jinan placed the tired-looking master on the bed. He couldn't help but ask again, "Do you really not need your disciple to carry you to Qingyi Palace?"

Pei Wanhao shook her head. At this moment, she felt her jaw trembling slightly and was too lazy to move or speak anymore.

The good disciple who opened up four Taoist palaces has a very strong physique.

Even though he dragged Qingyue along to create a fake mother-daughter relationship to provoke him, he had to use all the means at his disposal to subdue his good disciple twice.

Bath?

Mu what?

Let’s get some sleep first.

"I'll help you wash—"

Pei Suoyu continued to shake her head, looking as if she could hardly open her eyes.

Seeing this, Lu Jinan had no choice but to give up.

He reached out to cover his master with a thin blanket, turned around and was about to leave quietly when his wrist was suddenly grabbed again.

Lu Jinan looked back and saw his weak, tired master struggling to open his watery eyes. He then used his free hand to push the thin blanket up to his thighs. "Test—words."

Lu Jinan felt relieved for a moment. His master was really playful but also a novice.