There are always fairies plotting against me

"With your understanding, why—

"I know my own heart and I will save all living beings." Indra placed the certificate of the underworld to his heart with a smile on his face and slowly lowered his head: "Amitabha."

The old monk fell silent.

"How dare he pass away!?"

Outside the meditation room, the voice of the Buddha of Wealth Merit was slightly sharp: "Why does he—"

Shangguan Qi was looking at the deceased body of Indra. His already old and withered body began to dry up at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving behind only a relic and a piece of evidence from the afterlife.

Even this relic and this certificate of the afterlife eventually disappeared from Shangguan Qizhen's sight along with the blood and energy shrouded in the Buddha's light.

Shangguan Qizheng turned and walked out of the meditation room, looking at the dense figures above Jiuhua Mountain, muttering to himself.

"Escape into the void, a ray of hope, it turns out that this is here—"

"Is that so?"

Qingmiao Palace, the bedroom of Yunqi Hall.

The stars outside the window poured into the bedroom like bright lights, giving people the illusion that the night sky was turned upside down.

It seemed like summer at this time, but Qingmiao Palace was located in the north and the temperature was not very hot, so when a pair of slender and smooth palms slapped on the wall inside the soft couch and fell down little by little, a small, moist palm print was left on the wall.

When you enter the bedroom through the window, you can feel the warmth of spring and the breathtaking view.

Under the starry light outside the window, I saw a body with graceful curves, half covered by clothes, with its slender legs bent and its knees supported on the edge of the couch.

Her slender waist was slightly sunken, and her long hair cascading down like a black waterfall was scattered on her fair and well-proportioned back. It was wet with sweat and stuck sadly to her creamy skin that was flushed red.

The pair of slender hands seemed to be holding on to the wall with some difficulty, leaving behind countless overlapping handprints.

Her slender, jade-like fingers sometimes bent and sometimes stretched, with a hint of orange-pink appearing between the knuckles from time to time, which was extremely cute.

The white body that almost reflected light in the darkness bent down, with messy hair covering the misty eyes. Xiao Yinruo opened her red lips slightly, as if she couldn't understand why she was back to the night when she 'empathized' with Qingyue.

She was a little confused, so she straightened up and looked around. The beauty's hands left the wall, and as she sat in a duck-like posture, her waist formed an alluring concave curve.

Under the white slanting collar, it seems like a pile of snow, which makes her waist and hips look slimmer. She has the curves of youth, the style of maturity, and a hint of holy beauty.

Xiao Yinruo breathed softly, staring at the wall in a daze for two seconds, then subconsciously looked down at herself. Beads of sweat slid down her snow-white skin in graceful arcs and disappeared between her lapels.

"Have a good day—."

She murmured, and the feeling of "empathy" at that time surged into her heart. She seemed to think of how she was changing in Jin An's hands, and her cheeks couldn't help but turn red.

No, no!

How can I keep thinking about the feeling I had when I empathized?

He is Nanzhi's master and Suoyu's good friend. The reason he does all this is to improve his strength, and he has no intention of having any feelings for Jin'an.

However, although the emotions conveyed back from Qingyue were extremely strong, there was indeed an indescribable and strange feeling.

A very beautiful feeling.

"If he were here with me now—"

Xiao Yinruo quickly shook her head, with deeper self-blame in her eyes. How could she say such words?

This does not fit my identity.

But...why do you miss him so much?

"Have a good day—."

"Aunt Ruo."

A gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Xiao Yinruo's body suddenly stiffened and he turned his head abruptly to look. But there was no figure.

That’s right, Jin An is now with Qingyue, how could he appear in his own bedroom in Qingmiao Palace?

"Xiao Yinruo, ah Xiao Yinruo, you're hallucinating, aren't you a bitch——"

Xiao Yinruo murmured, but the voice that sounded in her ears just now was so gentle, especially the breath exhaled while speaking, which was particularly warm, like a feather tickling the ear.

"If I hear it again—"

"Aunt Ruo."

Xiao Yinruo's body stiffened. Did he really hear it again?

Her expression changed slightly, and a hint of joy flashed across her misty peach blossom eyes: "Call me again.

"Auntie Ruo——"

Xiao Yinruo closed her eyes. Although there was no one beside her, Jin An seemed to be standing next to her, staring blankly at her aunt.

"Never mind, just this once—"

"Master?"

Nanzhi's sudden voice made Xiao Yinruo tremble, as if she had been caught eating secretly.

A feeling of panic spread from my heart and then spread throughout my body.

Xiao Yinruo's face turned pale in an instant: "Nanzhi, as a teacher, I didn't do anything. You...

Jinan, don't call me Aunt Ruo!"

She suddenly opened her eyes, but there was no wall in her sight.

All he had was his own azure realm of oblivion and the gray fog outside the realm.

Xiao Yinruo gasped for breath, but her heart inexplicably relaxed. It was all just her own random thoughts.

Well, it was not discovered by Nanzhi, it was not discovered by Nanzhi...

Not discovered by Nanzhi?

Why did this idea come to my mind first?

If I do nothing, Nanzhi won't find out anything. What I should blame myself for is thinking about my disciple's husband.

How can I think of Jin'an?

He is the husband of his own disciple...

I actually want to do it just this once. When did I become so shameless?

But Jin An was really warm, just like the thing he was leaning on and holding in one hand. It was warm.

Same? Warm?

Xiao Yinruo's body stiffened and he turned his head to look to the side. What he was leaning on and hugging with one hand was a leg.

This dress is Jin'an's dress.

There was a flash of panic in Xiao Yinruo's eyes, but she slowly raised her head as if to confirm something. When she raised her head, she met Lu Jinan's dazed gaze.

It was just like the picture in my mind just now.

Xiao Yinruo's breathing suddenly became rapid, and her warm breath hit Lu Jinan's thigh. Her body trembled slightly, as if she was afraid and panicked.

Is this reality? Or memory?

She looked at Lu Jinan, and the xenon-argon vapor in her peach blossom eyes seemed like it would overflow in the next second.

This child is so close to her. Wasn't that why she wanted to be this close to him just now?

If Nanzhi wasn't there, if it was just her and Jin'an...if I did something for this child for the sake of my strength, and if—if it wasn't Qingyue who was 'empathizing' with him, but rather myself and Jin'an, wouldn't this child be much gentler?

If there was only tenderness, without the inexplicable pain when empathizing with Qingyue, wouldn't it feel better?

Can it improve my strength more?

Xiao Yinruo's breathing became more and more rapid, and her red lips opened slightly several times, but then closed again as if she was afraid of something.

Lu Jinan looked down at Xiao Yinruo, seeing her swan-like neck slightly raised, her long, thick black hair hanging loosely on her shoulders and arms, a few strands of hair stuck to her originally quiet, but now rosy and powdered, face that was extremely beautiful.

Just now, Aunt Ruo suddenly came close to him and hugged his thighs, twisting her waist slightly, and murmuring something. The voice was like a dream, with a hint of confused longing.

"Qingyue, Jin'an, Nanzhi·——

Hearing the name that just came out of Xiao Yinruo's mouth and her slender waist rubbing against his thigh like a water snake, Lu Jinan opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say at this moment.

Palace Master Xiao, the world's number one in the art of forgetfulness, is truly obsessed with lust.

He is not allowed to speak or breathe, and now he is not even allowed to call Aunt Ruo.

Have I become her 'inner demon'?

What's going on——

As Lu Jinan was thinking about it, he heard Xiao Yinruo murmur again: "Jinan, this is still imagination, right?

Auntie just told you not to breathe because—"

A hint of shyness flashed in Xiao Yinruo's eyes. It turned out that this child's breathing was so powerful that people couldn't help but want to feel his breath more.

Neck, chest, and——

"How's it going, auntie—"

"Palace Master Xiao!" Lu Jin'an quickly bent down and grabbed Xiao Yinruo's shoulders, shaking him. "This is the Dragon Clan's altar, and this is the Immortal Falling Asura Formation!"

His voice was very loud, even carrying the sound waves of spiritual power. He felt that this was the only way to wake up Xiao Yinruo.

Although Aunt Ruo was soft and fragrant, and his body instinctively underwent some changes, this place was really not suitable.

This environment is both rubbish and full of dangers. If Xiao Yin can't control himself, he will die here.

A female monk and a female dragon are watching closely.

Lu Jinan didn't want to become the tool for the Buddha Kongwu, the Hangzang Buddha, to collect energy!

Xiao Yinruo's head swayed back and forth as Lu Jinan shook his shoulders, her black hair fluttering lightly, and the strands of hair sticking to the side made her look even more poignant and beautiful against her dazed expression.

She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, lowered her head with a flash of anger in her eyes, and murmured: "Do you have to use this method——"

When Xiao Yinruo came out of his previous memory, he realized that he was affected by the Immortal Falling Shura Formation Diagram.

This immortal formation seems to have no killing moves, but it can silently amplify desires that were not originally desires to the extreme, and then cause people to fall into madness and destruction under this desire.

She knew that she had been affected just now, but when she opened her eyes, she was hugging Jin An's thighs. What should she do?

I can only continue to play dumb, then find the right time to let go, and then pretend to be awake.

Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing for her to hold his thigh. She slowly let go of Lu Jinan's thigh, but her fingers did not leave his trouser legs. She raised her head again.

He pretended to be calm and asked, "I know."

You know a damn thing—

Lu Jinan complained in his heart, but he didn't know what to say.

He didn't know Xiao Yinruo's personality, let alone her interests in this area, so he didn't dare to comfort her for fear of increasing her desire, nor did he dare to yell at her for fear of arousing her irrational rebelliousness.

If Xiao Yinruo pressed on regardless of the consequences, Lu Jinan really didn't think he had any room to resist.

The gap in strength is too big, and——.——-Aunt Ruo is very attractive.

Pretty, red, and beautiful as a flower, her peach blossom eyes are already attractive, and now they are covered with misty water vapor, how can anyone resist?

Lu Jinan took a deep breath and turned his head to look at the azure Dao Realm of Forgetfulness. Well, the Dao Realm was still there, which showed that Aunt Ruo was still quite tenacious.

However, the reason why he was not affected too much must be related to the Buddha of Emptiness.

After all, if he dealt with the strong man Xiao Yinruo first, he would be like a fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.

However, it seems that the time Xiao Yinruo can persist in the Forgetfulness method is shorter than imagined.

Why are you so weak when facing lust?

As weak as Master Pei Suoyu's body...

How can I make her hold on a little longer?

Lu Jinan thought about it and applied a little force to the fingers on Xiao Yinruo's arms.

"Heng~"

A charming voice came out of Xiao Yinruo's mouth. Lu Jinan's body suddenly stiffened. He subconsciously took his hands away from her shoulders and looked at Xiao Yinruo with a slightly unnatural expression.

At this moment, I seemed to hear Nanzhi's voice.

As expected of the Palace Master and Saintess of Qingmiao Palace, once she turned into water, she looked like the bright spring river tide.