After my Taoist partner was destroyed, the fairy who coveted me took action

"Fan Ya, now you should start reporting the situation there."

Shang Miaoyan's voice came from the mirror. After Fan Ya respectfully replied "yes", she began to talk about the current progress of the signing of many agreements between the two parties.

When Chen Tiansheng saw Fan Ya discussing private matters with the higher-ups of his own sect, he tactfully walked away.

But he suddenly looked at the blurry mirror for some unknown reason.

I always feel like there's something wrong.

Never mind. It has nothing to do with me.

.........

While listening to Fan Ya's report, Shang Miaoyan poured a glass of wine for Pei Yuhan and personally brought it to his mouth for him to drink.

Pei Yuhan knew how terrible Chen Tiansheng's intuition was, so he didn't dare to make any sound and could only let Shang Miaoyan pour wine into his mouth.

Pei Yuhan's body quickly warmed up after drinking cup after cup of hot spirit wine.

He suddenly realized that this spiritual wine actually had the effect of strengthening his Yang Yuan, which made his body quickly heat up as it was already difficult for him to suppress the huge Yang fire in his body.

Under him, Pei Yuhan did not give up resisting and struggling, and was careful not to let the white snake under the black veil get too presumptuous.

He stubbornly put his legs together, like an indestructible wall, blocking Shang Miaoyan's dishonest little feet that always kicked him.

Because he couldn't speak, Pei Yuhan could only look at Shang Miaoyan with a warning look, admonishing her not to act rashly.

But this white-robed swordsman didn't know how adorable his stubborn expression looked to Shang Miaoyan.

Shang Miaoyan felt a little dry in the mouth, so she raised her glass and drank the wine again.

Under the table, emerald-like little feet were stretching lazily.

She looked at Pei Yuhan at the opposite table with her beautiful eyes and smiled calmly and confidently.

This white-robed swordsman thought he could resist her, but he didn't know that Shang Miaoyan knew every weakness of his.

Which part of the body is sensitive? When touched, it feels tingling as if an electric shock occurs.

Shang Miaoyan knows it better than Pei Yuhan himself.

As her calves straightened slightly forward, her toes dropped like a falcon surveying the sky and suddenly clamped a piece of meat.

Pei Yuhan's face froze and his body suddenly softened.

Shang Miaoyan seized the opportunity and kicked her calf forward like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Then, he smiled proudly.

Tsk, it turns out that men are just tough in words~!

Chapter 37 Miaoyan's drinks are very sweet

After a long time, the intercom mirror connected to Fan Ya was hung up. Shang Miaoyan put down the mirror with a smile and looked up at the white-clothed swordsman opposite her.

At this time, Pei Yuhan was enduring the torment of the scorching sun fire and Shang Miaoyan's attack at the same time. He was panting and hunched over, his face was flushed, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

A drop of sweat slid down his forehead and nose, and finally stayed for a moment at Pei Yuhan's rolling Adam's apple.

But it could not stop its fate of falling. In a cool night breeze, beads of sweat rolled down from its Adam's apple and fell straight onto the wet mark on the ground.

tick-

The sound of sweat beads exploding on the ground is so clear in the ears of cultivators.

Shang Miaoyan slowly stood up and walked gently to Pei Yuhan's side. She took out a white handkerchief from her deep cleavage, bent down and patiently wiped the sweat off Pei Yuhan.

The handkerchief still retained the sweet milky scent that was so familiar to Pei Yuhan, and belonged exclusively to Shang Miaoyan.

On some cold nights, the handkerchief carrying Shang Miaoyan's body temperature is also particularly warm.

But this is not what Pei Yuhan wants.

The white-robed swordsman's face froze, and he raised his hand to grab the slender wrist that was wiping the sweat off his face.

The wrist was so soft and white, with blue veins clearly visible on it.

It looked like a work of art that should be carefully cared for every day, but Pei Yuhan exerted his strength without concealing it, and soon the wrist turned red.

The fingers that dug deeply into the tender skin made people worry that Pei Yuhan would crush this perfect wrist.

"Xiaohan, you pinched me and hurt me~"

Shang Miaoyan spoke with some resentment, but then a beautiful blush appeared on her face again.

"Of course, if Xiaohan likes to inflict pain, then Miaoyan... can only obey."

Pei Yuhan's eyes were filled with sword intent. He looked at Shang Miaoyan and suppressed the rage that made him want to draw his sword.

"Have you had enough?"

Shang Miaoyan faced this really angry sword master, but her charming fox eyes were still calm.

She sat down on the table in front of Pei Yuhan without any hesitation, looking down at him.

Although Shang Miaoyan's hand was still tightly grasped by the White-robed Sword Immortal at this time, it did not change the fact that she was the real superior.

"Xiao Han, since you have chosen to come here in person, you should be prepared for whatever happens, right?"

"You've already made your choice, but you still want to resist... You're already over 150 years old, but you're still as naive as the young boy you were back then."

Shang Miaoyan's eyes glowed scarlet, as if at this moment the moody Demon Saint from the Yin-Yang Holy Land had arrived in person.

He lifted up his proud long legs which were slender and yet voluptuous without any hesitation.

Just like a great general defending the country on the battlefield, he swung his Fang Tian Hua Ji at the enemy and stepped on Pei Yuhan's face.

Pink toes,

Kneading mercilessly.

There was still surprise in Pei Yuhan's eyes, and he seemed not to have come back to his senses.

The next moment, a strange purple-red line bloomed from his forehead. Pei Yuhan only felt that his body was like a puppet. Every joint of his body was controlled by the silk threads and no longer belonged to him.

"Although this is boring, but... who made Xiaohan not take the initiative? Miaoyan will get lonely if she waits for too long."

"Miaoyan really wants to reminisce about the various games we played in the Saint Maiden Palace with Xiaohan."

Shang Miaoyan said this as she stretched out her slender, white fingertips to pick up the small wine jug on the table, raised her arm above her head and tilted it slightly.

The wine rippled in the jug, and finally, under the pull of gravity, spurted out from the curved spout of the jug. The crystal clear wine fell in the air, turned into a silver line, poured onto Shang Miaoyan's thighs, and soaked her black gauze skirt.

But under the delicate control of spiritual energy, the wine did not splash around indiscriminately, nor was it absorbed by the black gauze skirt. Instead, it gathered again on the thigh flesh under the skirt and turned into a stream of wine.

The stream of wine followed the curve of the human body, from the thigh to the knee, and then from the knee to the calf, and the end point was the feet that seemed to be shining in the moonlight.

"Xiao Han, I was the one feeding you wine just now, and now——"

"It's your turn to drink. Don't worry, the drink is very sweet."

.........

Yan Yaoyao was flying in the sky with some boredom. Her clothes were a little disheveled and she looked like she had just been through a fierce battle.

“I didn’t expect that these self-proclaimed upright monks were so good at playing around. They could actually think of using clouds as beds and the sky as blankets… but they are just silver spears and candlesticks.

How boring! He has already reached the Nascent Soul stage, but after I started to use the secret method of replenishing Yin with Yang, he can't even last as long as my group of Golden Core stage male pets."

However, Yan Yaoyao also knew that these cultivators who had been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage were all old foxes. They knew that the longer they delayed, the more likely it was that their Yang Yuan would be depleted. In serious cases, their cultivation level might even decline and their potential in Taoism would be exhausted.

So they all cunningly surrendered early, for fear that Yan Yaoyao would take advantage of them.

Only those Jindan-stage cultivators with weak wills were completely bewitched by her charm and turned into slaves who indulged in her sexual pleasures, their minds being destroyed and unclear.

In the end, only instinct remains, and they are no different from animals.

"Damn it, damn it!"

"Who said that Xuanyuan Dao Sect's cultivators are the most valuable? Why do I feel like I haven't gained anything this time?"

Yan Yaoyao was cursing in the sky. Because she was in a bad mood, she inexplicably thought of the white-robed swordsman who she had chatted up with at dusk.

When Yan Yaoyao thought of Pei Yuhan's abstinent and cold face, her heart beat faster.

I don’t know what this famous Han Yang Sword Immortal tastes like... If I can get close to this man, even if I let him take my essence, it will be worth it.

Yan Yaoyao licked her tongue and felt her mouth was dry.

"Humph, it's all that Green Fairy's fault. If that girl hadn't ruined my plans, I would have made the appointment a long time ago!"

However... my disciples of Yin Yang Taoist Sect are best at using covert tracking methods. Even if they have reached the state of spiritual transformation, without any conscious effort to check, they will not realize that I have already planted a spiritual soul in Pei Jianxian's body.

When Yan Yaoyao thought of Pei Jianxian's demeanor, she felt as if ants were crawling all over her body. She felt that if she didn't see him again tonight, she would definitely become confused.

"It's so late now, the Fairy in Green should not be with Pei Jianxian anymore, right?"

Yan Yaoyao suppressed the excitement in her heart, closed her eyes, and began to sense the location of the split soul.

After a moment, she opened her eyes and locked onto a certain direction of Guoxin Island.

"Found it~! Hehe, the fragrant Pei Jianxian, Yaoyao is here to see you!"

Chapter 38: Peeping into the Unknown Side of the White-robed Swordsman

Yan Yaoyao turned into a ray of purple light, flying through the clouds, and then her beautiful eyes locked onto a bamboo forest with gurgling water.

The scent of Pei Jianxian that I have been thinking about day and night is in there.

"It's late at night, and the banquet has already begun. Why is Pei Jianxian not drinking in the manor, but coming to this secluded and quiet place?"

Yan Yaoyao narrowed her beautiful eyes. With her rich outdoor experience, she quickly thought of some incredible truth.

Could it be that Pei Jianxian, this seemingly serious and old-fashioned swordsman, also understands the pleasure of "stopping the car and sitting to enjoy the maple forest in the evening"?

So, which fairy is accompanying him now? Is it the fairy in green with the exaggerated fairy cleavage at dusk?

Tsk, it seems that the story of the sword immortal and Taoist couple's sincere and unswerving love that transcends the pursuit of the great way, which is praised by everyone, is really just a joke.

It's strange to say, Yan Yaoyao clearly hoped to lure this noble white-robed swordsman into the quagmire of indulgence, but when she saw that he had really fallen and was not as noble as she had imagined, she actually felt uncomfortable.

It's like the idol's mysterious veil has been unveiled, revealing himself to be extremely unbearable and betraying the ideal image in one's mind.

Yan Yaoyao feels very unhappy now. Although Pei Yuhan has nothing to do with her, she still feels betrayed.