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Song Yanche also followed, put his arm around her waist, and kissed her earlobe with some lingering feeling: "It's just a little demon, don't bother with it."

As he said, a little demon of this level can't cause any trouble at all.

She didn't want to get entangled with it, so she turned around, pushed Song Yanche and said, "Let's take a break. We'll leave when Wanxin comes."

Song Wanxin arrived in Maicheng the next day, and they returned to the Song family as planned.

Before leaving, Qin Liang sent someone to deliver a message that A Nai had disappeared last night for some unknown reason.

Lan Qingya suddenly remembered the strange black shadow outside the door, but that thing was clearly filled with demonic energy.

Complex emotions surged in her heart. Qin Liang had already sent people to look for him. Perhaps he could not bear the pain and chose to leave alone and end his life.

This has nothing to do with her anymore.

The three of them took off into the air and rode the clouds all the way back to the Song family.

As soon as she entered the Song residence, Lan Qingya saw Zhu Jinghong standing with Song Jin.

Zhu Jinghong stepped forward and saluted, saying, "Master, my great master asked me to pass on a message that the Demon God Duan Muyang will be in Piao Miao Sect soon to discuss matters concerning the mortal and demon worlds. If you are done with your work, you should return to Piao Miao Sect."

Song Yanche still had family matters to deal with, so Lan Qingya originally planned to take Zhu Jinghong back to the sect immediately, but when she turned around and saw the light in his dark pupils go out, she changed her mind.

"We will set off for the sect tomorrow morning." She touched Zhu Jinghong's head, said goodbye to Song Wanxin, and returned to the courtyard where she lived.

After checking Zhu Jinghong's progress in cultivation, Lan Qingya asked him about his understanding of Taoism. Seeing that he answered well, she was very satisfied.

When she was in a good mood, she gave Zhu Jinghong a top-grade spiritual weapon just like she did to Qi Yanchen.

The excitement in the boy's eyes could not be hidden, which reminded her of Qi Yanchen when he was a teenager.

"What has your senior brother been doing for more than a year?"

"He is in seclusion, saying he is making preparations."

"What preparation?"

"Prepare for the furnace." Zhu Jinghong was a little confused, "Master, what is a furnace?"

Lan Qingya was startled, then her face slightly heated up, and she replied: "It is the container for refining elixirs and magical instruments."

Zhu Jinghong was even more confused: "How can Senior Brother make the furnace? Is he going to sacrifice himself?" Thinking of this, his expression changed drastically: "Master, Senior Brother must be worried!"

Lan Qingya: ...

She could only raise her hand and touch the top of his head and said, "Nothing, he was just talking casually, you don't have to pay attention to him."

Looking at the sky that was getting dark, Lan Qingya said softly: "You can sleep in my room tonight."

"Where does the master sleep?"

Lan Qingya ordered people to prepare dinner and told Zhu Jinghong: "This place is not like our Yalan Peak. Stay in the yard obediently. We will go back tomorrow, okay?"

Zhu Jinghong responded very obediently.

After the master and disciple had dinner, Lan Qingya placed a ban on Zhu Jinghong and left the courtyard.

When Song Yanche finished handling his affairs in the main hall of the Song family, Song Jin came up and whispered in his ear: "Master, the fairy is waiting for you in the prison cell of the Song family."

When he heard the word "prison cell", he was startled. Then he had more guesses in his mind and walked towards that place with trepidation.

He had tortured himself into a cell where he was seriously injured, and from inside it came the sound of iron chains breaking.

As soon as Song Yanche entered the prison, he saw a graceful figure from behind, and the color in his eyes immediately deepened.

The dress she wore was something he had never seen before. It was extremely simple, made of two shiny, smooth pieces of silk in brilliant red, sewn together, fitting snugly around her proud figure, outlining her surging curves clearly and eye-catchingly.

The skirt was made with a high slit, and her fair and tender legs were faintly visible as she moved, with a subtle hint of inviting you to taste them.

Just one glance at it made his blood boil.

He subconsciously set up restrictions outside the cell. He didn't want anyone to see her appearance at this moment.

Hearing the slightly heavy breathing behind her, Lan Qingya turned around. She was obviously dressed up, with her red lips flamboyant and dazzling. Seeing Song Yanche, she showed a gentle smile and said in a sweet voice: "A Che..."

"Remember that time? You were so cruel that you tortured yourself into that state just to make me save you?"

Song Yanche couldn't help but walk forward, pulling her into his arms, lowering his head to smell her scent, which made him feel agitated and at peace.

"Well, I have been planning this for you for a long time." He admitted his darkness in a low voice: "I was afraid that after you knew it, you would be afraid of me and dislike me."

She raised her hands and hugged his waist back: "How could that be? I'm lustful, and it's enough for you to seduce me with this face."

The fabric was thin, and when he stroked her back with his palm, he felt a hazy feeling that made it even more alluring.

"Really? If you had said that earlier, I would have saved myself a lot of trouble." As he spoke, he lowered his head and bit her lips, kissing her with a bit of predatory intent.

After a while, he panted and let her breathe, but his lips were still rubbing against her lips and cheeks, looking very sexy: "No, I have too many opponents, I still have to use some tricks, otherwise you won't be able to see me."

Lan Qingya's waist was firmly held by him, and his hot palm brought up the temperature of her body. Her soft voice became more and more emotional as her emotions fluctuated: "How are you? Everything is fine."

This timid voice was like a cat's claws scratching his heart.

He couldn't wait for her to catch her breath, and the fierce kiss fell on her again, blocking her lips as she was about to speak, not giving her any chance to catch her breath.

She dressed like this specially for him. With this realization in his mind, the only thing in his mind was the thought of doing that thing with her, and he couldn't think of anything else.

More than a year was the limit of his patience.

He knew he had her permission.

The big hands were familiar with the process, teasing and fanning the flames all the way.

He already knew her well.

A quarter of an hour later, Lan Qingya felt weak all over and collapsed into his arms, her voice also carrying a hint of impatience: "A Che... do you want to try something exciting?"

He had an undisguised look of violent, dark desire on his face, staring at her like she was prey.

"What's exciting?"

Lan Qingya smiled gently: "I still remember the first time you tied me to the head of the bed, I knew you were not a quiet person."

As she spoke, she led him to the torture instruments in the dungeon, picked up the chains and fastened them around his wrists.

Because she was the one who was guiding him, and in such an ambiguous situation, Song Yanche felt that the icy shackles were like an electric current that rushed into his heart, making him unable to help but let out a quick, low gasp.

With both wrists handcuffed by her, his eyes showed a hint of submission: "Qingya, spank me a few times."

Hearing his request, Lan Qingya's eyes turned cold, and sure enough, Song Yanche's eyes became even darker.

Afraid of really hurting him, she took out an ordinary whip, raised her hand lightly, and a crisp sound was heard in the cell.

Snapped!