Fairy, help me practice

　Behind Chen Yao's ears, the sound of Ling Ningbanban was heard.

　Chen Yao turned around and saw Ling Ning narrowing her eyes slightly, with the kind of oppressive expression she would have before settling a score with someone.

　He was still somewhat in awe of such a spiritual condensation, so he let go of the two girls in his arms, and the two women quickly ran away.

　"Master..."

　Ling Ning snorted and turned to walk towards her own tent.

　Chen Yao felt that she was a little angry, and hurriedly chased after her: "Master, have you finished refining your sword?"

　"I, your master, am not as talented as you. In less than two days, you have mastered the skill of containing Mount Sumeru in a mustard seed." Ling Ning's voice was clear, but there was a sour taste in her words.

　I don’t know if it’s because of jealousy or something else.

　Chen Yao naturally wouldn't bother with his woman. He put his arm around her shoulders. Ling Ning dodged, but he put his arm around her again, holding her tightly in his arms.

　Ling Ning stopped hiding.

　"Master, why are you so generous?"

　Ling Ning lowered her head and was silent for a moment: "Yao'er, take them with you! You have so many concerns, and I really can't bear to see you go to this war with an unknown outcome for me alone."

　Chen Yao lifted her chin and saw the uneasiness and worry deep in Ling Ning's sparkling eyes.

　He kissed her lips.

　Ling Ning took a deep breath and responded enthusiastically.

　They didn't separate their lips until they had sucked all of each other's saliva.

　"Ning'er, I won't abandon you."

　Ling Ning looked into his eyes for a long time before she hummed a low "hmm".

　Chen Yao hugged her: "So, tonight, should I sleep with you, or with them, or should we all sleep together? Hiss! Why are you pinching me!"

　Ling Ning smiled and glanced at him: "I knew you were planning to sleep in the same quilt with me. I am also jealous. You can only sleep with me."

　This was the sentence Chen Yao was waiting for. He grabbed her beautiful legs, carried her sideways, and rushed into the tent.

　"Ah~Hurry~"

　Ling Ning wrapped her arms around Chen Yao's neck, her face full of charm.

　Chen Yao carried her into her tent and found that there was a cave inside with mist, which was obviously a hot spring pool.

　"Wait a minute, I'll put the cave away."

　Chen Yao went straight down to the hot spring and began to strip her clothes: "Why collect it? It's nice in the hot spring too."

　"Uh~ I knew you were planning this~ Ahh~ Stop sucking, my milk is coming out~"

　Chen Yao held the two white rabbits she had taken apart and sucked on them: "How can you get milk if you're not pregnant?"

　Ling Ning panted: "Do you want to drink?"

　Chen Yao opened his red eyes and asked, "Do you have one?"

　Ling Ning picked it up and squeezed it, and a milky white liquid oozed out: "Master's body, there is still a lot for you to explore?"

　Chen Yao suddenly pushed her to the edge of the pool and went in, sucking the juice that was full of charm but not fishy at all, while thrusting hard.

　The waves are surging, and Ling Ning is looking up and chanting incoherently.

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　Author's words: ps: Thanks to "Mao Yueguang" for the January vote!

Chapter 413: Cream is smoother than hot springs

　Hot spring water is smooth, and even smoother than cream.

　"Uh~ Chen Yao, you've gone too far. You've actually treated your master like this~"

　Ling Ning squatted by the pool, her buttocks hanging in the air above the water, in a posture as if she was urinating or defecating.

　Her two pink little feet and slender ankles were held in Chen Yao's hands. Chen Yao immersed himself in the water and raised his face to receive the fairy dew condensed from her fat skin.

　Mouth and tongue filled with sticky sweetness.

　Ling Ning had been squatting for too long, and her body was already muddy and soft. Although she suppressed the moans that kept wanting to come out of her throat, she still moaned, which made her seem even more seductive.

　Her two little feet kept moving, and the pink edges of her feet pressed against the wet ground, oozing out a jewel-like red.

　Amidst the alluring voice, there was the sound of dripping water and the sounds of swallowing and licking of the fairy persimmon.

　"Don't you mind the dirtiness~ Yao'er~"

　Ling Ning's voice was half-muffled, and was muffled by her crisp throat.

　Chen Yao didn't respond, and the sound of sucking the fairy persimmon became even duller.

　Ling Ning was stimulated and slightly raised her buttocks. Chen Yao reached out and grabbed her soft and tender petals and pulled them back.

　The buttocks were deformed by his kneading, and Ling Ning's valley was sucked and licked until it was as soft and messy as the flesh of a sweet persimmon.

　As she let out a loud moan, sweet juice flowed all over Chen Yao's mouth, tongue and nose.

　Due to the extreme stimulation, two white lines shot out from Ling Ning's chest.

　Chen Yao drank a lot and suddenly hugged the big buttocks on his face into the water, causing Ling Ning to moan in surprise and surprise when she was caught off guard.

　The water was surging, splashing against the snow-white waves that entered the water, and Chen Yao filled his arms with the soft and delicate body.

　Then, he groped in the water, spread open the soft and plump thighs, pushed his peak into Hongyun, and began to poke hard.

　The waves rose sharply.

　Ling Ning raised her chin, her nostrils flared, and let out a long moan of satisfaction.

　In order to gain leverage, she wrapped her two beautiful legs tightly around Chen Yao's waist in the water, and her hips slapped the waves, shaking wildly.

　Chen Yao couldn't bear to waste the breast juice she squeezed out for him, so he sucked the fragrant and smooth breasts in his mouth with obsession.

　The two of them made love wildly in the water all night.

　The next morning.

　Chen Yao woke up from the hot spring and found that Ling Ning had left his arms.

　"Are you tired?" Ling Ning's voice came from the dressing table not far away.

　Chen Yao walked out of the water and patted his stomach: "After drinking a bellyful of your juice, I feel full of energy now."

　As he spoke, he hugged Ling Ning's beautiful back as she was dressing up, lifted her big buttocks that were piled on the stool, lifted up her skirt, and slid his penis into the slit.

　Ling Ning's breathing quickened, and she turned back and frowned: "It's endless! Pull it out quickly~"

　Chen Yao smiled and kissed her lips that had just been rouged.

　In his impression, Ling Ning seemed to have never worn rouge.

　Chen Yao loved the sweet scent of the rose on her lips. He ate it all and shared it with the tip of his tongue in her mouth.

　As Chen Yao's movements intensified, Ling Ning's breathing became heavier. She had been trying to pry his hands apart, pushed them against the dressing table, and raised her big buttocks, which were so fat that they were tangled from being pushed, to facilitate his entry.

　"You always know how to contradict me! No, don't pull my collar. This shirt has complicated buttons and I'll need to work on it later. Can you just do it casually?"

　Chen Yao ignored her, opened his chest, and released Tuanyuan, who had longed for caress.

　He contradicted the beautiful master who had been groomed for him, and in the dressing mirror, he watched her plump breasts tremble, reddening and flowing on his fingertips. He felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

　In a short while, Ling Ning's clothes were almost completely stripped off.

　Chen Yao also lifted one of her beautiful legs and placed it on the dressing table, leaving it wide open for his apprentice to ravage her.

　The ground below was covered with puddles of water and white.

　Ling Ning turned around and stuck out her tongue for a kiss. Chen Yao opened his mouth, and their tongues entangled in the air. Finally, their lips fitted together and they sucked hard.

　Chen Yao pumped his muscles hundreds of times to fill the Ling Ning pot.

　He retreated panting, and Ling Ning sat down softly on the stool covered with water, making a loud "paji" sound.

　Chen Yao hugged her and tidied the hair off her cheek.

　"If you keep doing this, I'll leave," Ling Ning panted. "Doing...what we love with you is just a waste of morning light. Do you want your master to die at the hands of the Demon King?"

　Chen Yao kissed her without answering.

　Ling Ning hummed a few times, her eyes ablaze with desire, but she gently pushed Chen Yao away: "Master's words are a bit harsh, Yao'er, don't take them to heart. In fact, what we do when we make love is also a form of cultivation..."

　"Do you want more?" Chen Yao grabbed her round and trembling breast and licked it.

　Ling Ning panted, but shook her head: "No, no, even the best skills will lose their effectiveness if used too frequently. Your essence is precious, so you must cherish it."

　She gently held Chen Yao's face and looked into his eyes: "Teacher, I have an idea that I would like to discuss with you."

　"what idea?"

　Chen Yao noticed Ling Ning's serious expression, so he let go of her tender body, tidied up her clothes and his own, and sat down opposite her.

　It can be seen that Ling

　Ning was very satisfied with his behavior.

　She smiled and pointed at the gourd on his waist: "Let's talk alone."

　Chen Yao put the jade gourd into the mustard seed space.

　The Sumeru Mountain can be contained in a mustard seed, a top-level spatial magical power that can not only create space out of thin air, but also distort space, covering thousands of miles in an instant.

　"I was wondering if we could ask Jiuluo to come out and help." Ling Ning said.

　Chen Yao thought for a moment and said, "I think she followed me in the first place to contain Yun Jiang. Although she has always been reluctant to take charge, I don't believe she will really ignore the chaos in the South China Sea. So, Master, you don't have to worry about her standing by and watching."

　Ling Ning shook her head: "That's not what I meant. I wanted Jiu Luo to come out and help you."

　"help me?"

　Ling Ning gently stroked Chen Yao's cheek: "Do you know that after learning the magical power of the mustard seed containing the Sumeru, you will be the only one in the righteous path who has the potential to suppress the demon sect?"

　"Not really? This thing isn't that difficult!"

　"That's because you're strong enough. Otherwise, why hasn't anyone been able to get their hands on it over the years? Even if someone drank the essence of the spiritual spring, no one could truly refine this kind of magical power."

　"How else can Jiuluo help me?"

　Ling Ning smiled and said, "Let her come out and help you practice. I'm afraid your current state is still a little insufficient to face Yun Jiang."

　Chen Yao really had no confidence in persuading Jiuluo to come out and help him.

　"Why don't you go in and talk to her first?"

　Seeing Ling Ning's hopeful eyes, Chen Yao nodded: "Then I'll try? I hope she won't beat me out."

　Ling Ning chuckled, "Silly Yao'er! You can even use a mustard seed to hold the Sumeru Mountain. In the space magic weapon, you are the master. No matter how high Jiuluo's cultivation is, she can't get the upper hand in front of you."

　"Really?" Chen Yao didn't expect that the mustard seed's magical power was so powerful.

Chapter 414: Cave Heaven Water Chestnut Picking Boat

　After entering Yuanhu Cave, Chen Yao was a little unrecognizable from the surrounding scenery.

　I have to say that Jiu Luo's aesthetic is indeed extraordinary.

　Looking around, you can see the mountains scattered around, the scenery changes with every step, the flowers blooming cinnabar, and the silk hanging down in green threads.

　The breeze is blowing gently and the water is as blue as the sky.

　But there was no one there.

　"Fairy?"

　Chen Yao called out, and the mountains carried his voice far away.

　There was little response.

　Chen Yao had no choice but to go find it himself.

　In a pavilion in the middle of a lake, he found Lingzhou, the girl who was being practiced by Jiuluo.

　After not seeing him for a while, Lingzhou's temperament changed drastically.

　She was wearing a light blue gauze dress, with her hair tied up in a simple bun. Her pretty face was not made up, and she looked much colder than before.

　She leaned lazily against the pavilion pillar, her two smooth legs hanging down from under her skirt like misty green fog, and her white feet took turns paddling the water surface.