Men wear women, and Lu Ding is forced to marry

The few of them separated, and Ling Yun returned to the cave.

The sunken boat lay quietly.

His loose hair spread behind him like a blooming water lily, and his face, which was usually hidden behind his glasses, was revealed. His face was pale and soft, and he looked really easy to bully.

Ling Yun put a bottle against his nose, and in just a moment, he fell into an even deeper sleep.

She took back the bottle, placed her fingers on his wrist, and circulated her energy.

The breathing sound became heavier.

Chen Zhou looked painful, the two forces in his body were fighting silently, and the sound of something being hit was really abrupt in this silent environment.

"Bam—"

The bottle on the table was shattered, followed by a series of ping-pong sounds.

After calming down, heavy and sticky breathing was heard, like sugar threads that could not be melted.

The person on the ice bed was unable to wake up.

His face was covered by his long black hair, and his thin body was curled up and trembling constantly like a wounded butterfly.

The heat in his body was stimulated again, and the ice bed behind him was his only salvation.

Even in a coma, he was trying his best to hold back his breathing.

"...who?!"

Chen Zhou moved his fingers with difficulty, and his whole body was in a state of chaos.

Someone was watching him.

Why...I can't see clearly.

He shook his head, but everything before his eyes was still a blur.

A hand lifted him up from the ice bed and held up his cascading black hair.

The forced heat made him speechless. The cool bell pressed against his skin, and there was nothing unusual at first. Then it rolled over some of his sensitive parts, and Chen Zhou's whole body became weak due to the stimulation.

"who..."

Who is it...

The fear of not being able to see clearly surged into my heart.

How could this happen when spiritual power cannot be mobilized?

He reached out and slammed the bell away, then was dragged to the cave entrance.

Yingxue Cave is covered by a barrier, and outside the barrier is a bright and spacious world.

Looking out from the cave, one can see an unobstructed view.

It was as if I was also under the light of day.

Nothing to hide.

"Hold still." The voice behind him was cold, yet familiar.

“Yes, it’s you…!”

Is the Sword Sect’s defense so poor?

Chen Zhou had no time to care about how she got here. He struggled violently: "Get out......!"

This guy is really difficult to deal with.

I just explained my relationship with this person in front of everyone. If I get discovered again, I will be speechless.

"...The five major sects want to attack you, and you still dare to come here...Are you not afraid that I will report you..."

Ling Yun knew that he looked powerful but was actually weak.

She held him down easily, rubbed his cheek with the tip of her nose, and said slowly: "...I have to thank my brother for helping me get out of this in the palace."

Chen Zhou: "Don't be so ambiguous, I'm only after the truth, um——"

"So you hurt yourself so badly? You sacrifice yourself for others? You are selfless?" Ling Yun said softly, "It's really admirable."

"I told you, self-harm is not a good habit."

"Brother is trying to provoke me on purpose, right?"

"You want me to punish you so much?"

Each tone became more sinister than the last, making people's hair stand on end.

Something warm touched his earlobe, and Chen Zhou felt numb and his legs went limp.

"ah...!"

Ling Yun watched him coldly as he suffered from his furnace-cauldron constitution, and even his voice gradually changed tone.

She lowered her voice, but the strength in her hands was not light: "Your body is very useful. I will not allow anyone to hurt you, including yourself."

Including himself?

...What's the meaning?

What a fallacy.

Chen Zhou didn't understand what she was saying. His mind was in a mess. He held her arm, his breathing hot.

There was a very dangerous feeling urging him to explain: "Wait, wait a minute!"

The belt fell to the ground.

No one listened to his explanation.

"...Are you a beast...that's all you have in your mind..."

Ling Yun smiled slightly: "Brother will only be obedient this way..."

He is usually sharp-tongued, but only at this moment he speaks less.

Chen Zhou had no idea what was going on.

The person behind him leaned over and kissed his spine, feeling his sensitive struggle, and then pressed him against the cold stone wall of the cave.

During the struggle, he was grabbed by the wrist and thrown behind his back.

"You...are sick!"

After this sadistic action, Ling Yun's eyes flashed red slightly.

Under this brutal and terrifying force, Chen Zhou gasped and tried his best to explain, even with a little fear of the unknown: "Self-injury is just an accident...really...let me go..."

The world of cultivation has always respected strength. Even though he was seriously injured, he shouldn't be completely disabled, right?

The furnace cauldron constitution is still acting up, why can't I mobilize my spiritual power...

Did this person give him any medicine?

"Really? Do you believe what my brother said?"

Chen Zhou was in a trance, his breathing was almost unresponsive, and his eyelashes were wet.

Seeing that he had given in, Ling Yun pressed his cheek against his sweaty cheek and laughed.

"Brother, remember this punishment."

"If it happens a third time, I promise to let you feel what a real furnace tripod is."

Ling Yun said: "When the time comes, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Chen Zhou couldn't support his body at all, his shoulders were restrained by her, his eyes were full of tears, his hair was disheveled, and he couldn't say anything.

"I kill you..."

Chen Zhou's eyes turned red.

"Then come and kill."

Ling Yun supported his entire weight, grabbed his hair at the back of his head with his fingers, and forced him to raise his head, revealing his sweat-soaked and defenseless white neck.

The roots of his legs felt sore and the man's breathing became heavier.

He really couldn't stand steadily, and after a while, he was carried back home.

There was a gleam of water under his long, curly eyelashes, like sweat or tears from irritation. His arms were resting on the ice bed, and a cluster of pink condensed on his fingertips, like a flower bud in spring, seemed to be able to drop a few drops of dew with just a slight touch.

At some point, there was no one else in the cave.

And there was a sound coming from outside the cave.

"Master, disciple Ling Yun wants to see you."