bestfiction Chapter 472
Chapter 472
Zhong Ming held her face in his right hand and her hand holding the rouge in his left.
A slightly provocative voice brushed past his ear, and his left hand began to caress her, moving upwards along her arm.
"Hmm~~" Her body twisted slightly, her upper body barely moved, while her lower body rippled in the water, and a blush rose to her cheeks.
After three breaths.
Her cry was tinged with shyness and surprise.
"Give it back!"
Zhong Ming's hand brushed across her forearm, then swiftly grabbed the pipe lying to the side. He seized it, immediately pulled away, and slipped to the doorway, sitting cross-legged. He toyed with the pipe, which could be used as a storage bag, shaking it mouth-down to see if he could shake out some spirit stones.
She hurriedly stood up, strode out of the bathtub, and pounced directly on Zhong Ming.
He glanced at it and saw that it was indeed wrapped up tightly. Hmph, it was definitely a lie.
Zhong Ming offered almost no resistance, letting her snatch the pipe back and splash water all over his face.
Anyway, he can't open this treasure, so it's useless for him to take it.
Like a startled rabbit, she leaped back into the bathtub, crossed her arms, and glared at him angrily. Her eyes seemed to say that Zhong Ming was a heartless scumbag who had molested her and then dumped her.
After a few moments, she sat up straight, revealing a pale yellow, high-waisted dress, and said to him with a smile, "You know what? I really wasn't wearing anything~"
Zhong Ming: ? ? ?
Miss Yao: "This is a fake dress made by refracting mist, it's just an illusion, there's nothing there at all~"
As soon as she let go, the pipe visibly landed on her chest, half of the bowl passing through her pale yellow dress, then bounced up, passed through the side, and fell into the water.
Did they really... rush over completely naked?
Yi Feng wiped the water off his body and said calmly, "I also know a little about the Way of Water."
Two vortexes, or more accurately, water tornadoes, immediately formed within his palm, sucking the water into the bathtub as if to drain it completely.
"Ah~"
She screamed, and the circular shield immediately rose again, shutting everything out.
Zhong Ming manipulated his spiritual power, sweeping it around the rest of the cultivation room to clear away all the mist and water droplets. Then he sat cross-legged and waited quietly.
He was very cautious about the choice between lust and life; even if the probability of losing his life was only one in ten thousand, he would never gamble with it.
Moreover, the risk of this "safe" is quite high.
After a while, she lowered her shield. The bathtub had disappeared. She was wearing a light blue, high-waisted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), using her pipe as a hairpin to tie up her hair. She had applied light makeup and used the rouge that Zhong Ming had just given her. She sat quietly in a reclining chair.
"How's it going? Does it look good?"
"So beautiful that fish would sink and geese would fall from the sky, and the moon would hide its face and flowers would blush with shame
"Not sincere at all," she pouted.
“I want a reward.” He shook his head.
Neither of them gave in.
The rouge at Tianshui Pavilion was extremely expensive, and Zhong Ming would never accept such a loss; his already impoverished family could not afford to suffer further hardship.
After a brief standoff, he stood up and walked towards her.
He walked quickly and steadily, each step landing precisely on her heartbeat.
She wanted to escape, to run away immediately, to retreat to the wall, and then be violently pressed against it by this strong body, feeling shy and embarrassed.
She ultimately did not move.
Zhong Ming walked up to her, bent down, cupped her face in his hands, and brought his face closer. The distance between them grew closer and closer, her warm lips parted slightly, and her eyes blinked faster than ever before; every detail revealed her nervousness.
His face froze, he hesitated for a moment as if making a decision, and finally leaned towards her forehead.
She relaxed for a moment, then immediately began to tremble. She raised her arms with lightning speed, pressing one hand against Zhong Ming's face and pulling out her pipe with the other.
Zhong Ming's plan to take the pipe with his mouth failed.
Her chest heaved violently, and her disheveled appearance was even more... alluring than before.
She's more alluring when she's angry than when she was teasing him.
"Alright, I'll give it to you, okay?" Miss Yao clearly realized one thing: he wouldn't give up unless she gave him something.
She shook the pipe twice in her hand, and a handkerchief fell out. She looked at Zhong Ming, who was standing up straight, shook her head, stuffed it back in, shook it twice more, and took out a willow leaf.
Here, take it.
Zhong Ming reached out to take it, but as soon as he touched the willow leaf, he felt a chill in his hand and discovered that it had cut him.
This is not a willow leaf; it's a metal sheet shaped like a willow leaf.
"Ha, it likes you."
The leaves quickly absorbed Zhong Ming's blood, turning from green to black.
Seeing Zhong Ming's worried expression, she said gently, "It's just a blood oath ceremony, what's the big deal?"
"Of course, it's my blood! There are countless things you can do with my blood." Zhong Ming roared inwardly, his body instinctively moving the blade away quickly, but his mouth asked, "What kind of weapon is this? How do I use it?"
"The name of this leaf is: Spring Breeze. Its use, naturally, is to kill."
The bell rang left and right, but it couldn't sense any spiritual energy from it at all, and it couldn't even determine the grade of this treasure.
"What grade is this? I can't tell."
"Oh dear, little brother, hurry up and cultivate! This is a top-grade spiritual artifact. I'm getting impatient waiting for it." She took out a round fan at some point and fanned herself gently. The air currents swirled in her hair, carrying away any excess water droplets.
The willow leaves seem to be about to take flight.
Zhong Ming quickly channeled his spiritual power into the area. He sensed a restriction above him that limited him to channeling spiritual power equivalent to that of the Qi Refining stage, which meant he could only unleash an attack equivalent to that of the peak Qi Refining stage.
What's with this half-hearted approach? It makes me feel like I'm being robbed. Turns out you were all prepared all along.
He casually flicked a leaf, which rose and fell in the wind and disappeared into the wind in the blink of an eye.
It is so thin that it is almost invisible when the blade is in contact with the enemy. Its special material completely shields spiritual energy from leakage. It sways in the wind and kills people invisibly.
A gust of wind blew.
"You!" she shouted angrily, reaching out to grab it, but Zhong Ming was faster and caught the falling object first.
One of her hairs.
"What do you mean! You ingrate!"
"I've heard that girls braid their hair into bracelets and give them to their lovers, symbolizing a lifetime together." Zhong Ming took the strands of hair and connected the ends to form a loop.
Her body stiffened for a moment, and in that instant, countless thoughts raced through her mind before she finally uttered, "You really are..."