Bound to Mary Sue, I am against involution in the world of immortal cultivation

After seeing Lin Zhenfeng off and Fan Ning just sat down, Ling You came and knocked on the door.

He looked like he had a lot to say, but remained silent. He just gave a look and closed the door.

"I wanted to meet you sooner..." Ling You repeated the words, but when he reached the door, he heard the two people inside having a good chat, and the emotion of jealousy once again invaded his mind, "He said so, what about you?"

"Oh..." Fan Ning's laughter trembled. Suddenly, she pressed down his hand that had fallen on the door and forced their fingers together. "Am I not clear enough?"

The scorching heat pressed into the fingertips from the palm of his hand. Ling You's body stiffened, and a temperature that absolutely should not appear at this moment slowly spread.

He glanced sideways, feeling the other person's breath getting closer and closer, almost hitting his face, and his tone became vague: "...Have you been drinking?"

"This time it's not wasted at all," Fan Ning leaned on his shoulder, rubbing his furry head against it. The candlelight flickered in his pupils, and in an instant, the man who had just been thinking of blaming him completely lost his mind.

This was Fan Ning's usual trick. Ling You bit his lip, trying to wake himself up from this overly charming atmosphere.

He swallowed the faint smell of blood, and with one hand he supported Fan Ning's head as she tried to get closer. He fixed his gaze on the tightening door again and sighed softly, "You can't always be like this..."

Once, twice, three times, never solving the problem head-on.

If this continues...how much real things will he be able to see?

Ling You lowered his head, his heart tightly gripped with anxiety.

"What do you want to know?" Fan Ning noticed this uneasiness and shifted his body slightly from behind. "I speak the truth when I'm drunk. I won't lie to you."

Ling You didn't say anything, just stared at the door that was dyed red by the candlelight.

Being honest with each other... This was clearly something he had been pursuing for a long time, but when the opportunity finally came, he was unable to say anything.

How should I ask? The pain of not knowing her well enough, the panic of not being able to keep up, and… the single-plank bridge I had to walk on, relying solely on her one "like."

"I..." Ling You turned around, and a faint flickering light invaded his eyes.

Fan Ning's hands were still on him, with a faint intention of moving further down. Their skins were touching, and the remaining space was cramped and narrow. It seemed that if she lowered her head slightly, she could kiss those slightly open, drunken lips.

Ling You hurriedly looked away, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

"Can't speak?" Fan Ning asked him, without urging him, but gave a short smile.

The hand that fell behind her picked up the wine-stained cup. She still smiled, pretending to be willing to wait, but her hand gently clasped the back of his head.

Ling You came back to his senses with the force, and his brain seemed to be pierced by an electric current, completely out of control.

"you……"

The cup pressed against his lips.

Under the extreme aroma of wine, the pair of raised eyes were smiling. Ling You was stunned, and the familiar feeling came over him again.

"If you can't express yourself, I'll just give you a little help."

After pouring all the wine into Ling You's mouth, Fan Ning, who was already drunk, curled the corners of his lips and leaned forward to exchange a spicy kiss.

I can't think at all...

Ling You only felt that every part of his body that she touched was extremely dry. His clenched teeth loosened and he completely lost all strength to resist.

"cannot……"

"Nothing is impossible."

"I still want to..."

"Just come find what you want..."

"Fan Ning..."

Before he could finish his words, Fan Ning, who was in high spirits, blocked his mouth again.

Ling You's eyes widened, the slow effect of alcohol finally taking over his entire mind, and his sight finally fell on the candlelight that flashed by behind her when she fell.

The candlelight flickered and lit up the whole night.

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On the second day, the first thing to wake up from Yu Yun was the system that inexplicably got into the small black room.

[What happened last night? I just didn't look at you for a while, how come... Ling, Ling You?!]

The system uttered a sharp, violent cry: [Ah ...

"Aren't you a Mary Sue? Think to yourself," Fan Ning said with a click of his tongue, rubbed his ears, and slowly got off the ground.

Ling You also opened his eyes and met Fan Ning's eyes, which had hardly changed. His face flushed once again, "I will be responsible for you..."

Fan Ning stretched lazily, his tone lazily unfocused: "In that case, don't think about inexplicable questions."

"The feeling of dual cultivation... is not bad."

Ling You's eyes widened again. He raised his hand and grabbed the corner of Fan Ning's clothes. When the latter looked at him, it seemed as if something was covering his mouth. In the end, he stammered and said nothing.

"Put on your clothes first," Fan Ning interrupted him. While he was still immersed in the warmth of last night, she had completely sobered up and turned the page on yesterday. "I have a bit of a headache... As expected, drinking can easily cause trouble."

"If someone comes here now..."

"Bang bang bang-"

Before he could finish his words, there was a polite knock on the door outside.

Ling You was startled. He quickly put on his clothes and was still tying his belt when he heard a conversation coming from the door.

"You're..." Qian Jiangyue, holding the freshly brewed medicinal soup in her hand, looked at Fan Ning who was blocking the door with some surprise, her eyebrows twitching, "Your cultivation level... Oh, it seems you have hidden something good."

Fan Ning remained calm and said, "I just try a new way of cultivation occasionally. It's not bad."

With a "click", Ling You, who was hiding inside, accidentally knocked over the teacup on the table.

Qian Jiangyue's smile deepened: "If I had known there was someone here, I wouldn't have come here today."

"It's not too late to leave now," Fan Ning tilted his head, his face not showing any shyness of being exposed, but rather calm and composed. "It's okay for me, I'm just afraid..."

"Fan Ning!" Ling You realized what she was about to say and hurriedly spoke to stop her.

Qian Jiangyue suddenly realized something and stuffed the medicine bowl into Fan Ning's hands. He patted her shoulder with the attitude of an experienced person and said, "It seems that you didn't suffer any loss at all. Hmm... you have a good eye."

"I think so too," Fan Ning nodded, honestly accepting the compliment. He reluctantly considered the feelings of the people inside. He pointed to the medicinal soup in his hand and changed the subject, "Is this something made from the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum?"

"Yes," Qian Jiangyue's expression became more serious as he instructed, "It's also mixed with the sacred wood given by Bie He to ensure that while the spiritual veins are being reshaped, the pain in the body is minimized."

"But it still won't be easy. I came here to protect you along the way."

"Ah, no need," Fan Ning nodded and drank the medicine in his hand.