Chapter 267: [Tianyin Pavilion] The Golden Dragon Pan Pillar

Shi Mei first gave Chu Wanning a healing pill, then leaned down and dived into his hair like ten compelling white snakes with his soft fingers. He held the back of Chu Wanning's head up against his own forehead.

"Zhuang Zhou dreams, the butterfly takes on a body, and is always with me at night"

The incantation was recited softly, but as it was being recited, it suddenly stopped murmuring again.

He had originally intended to cast a spell to erase some memories of Chu Wanning, one of his best spells, which he had used on Mo Ran before.

He found that this did not work for Chu Wanning, whose soul was very disturbed and whose memory was recovering, and who was very resistant to the outside world.

"This is a real pain in the ass." Shi Mei sighed, he closed his eyes, and then opened them

The peach-blossom eyes were haunted by a demonic glow. He stared at Chu Wanning with such eyes, and then recited once again, "Zhuang Zhou dreamed, the butterfly took on a body, always with me at night, yesterday was like running water, long drunk in this mountain"

It worked somewhat this time, but it wasn't perfect.

His spell is like a boulder thrown into a pool, which, despite the ten thousand waves it is splashing at the moment, will soon return to its original state.

But that's okay, it's good to forget about it for a while.

He doesn't want Chu Wanning's head to be full of murder when he's in the throes of lust with her.

That would be too unappetising.

"Master, after a long sleep, it is time for you to wake up."

After a long while, Chu Wanning's eyelashes twitched slightly and her eyes slowly opened.

Because of Shi Mei's spell, his consciousness becomes temporarily blurred, pausing in a previous life, after Shi Mei's death.

Once, Chu Wanning was so hurt by the loss of his beloved Mo Ran that he subconsciously thought if only he could change. So his consciousness traveled back to those years.

However, the three souls and six spirits of human beings are already very delicate, and Chu Wanning's body was carrying the souls of two lifetimes at this time, so even after Shi Mei had cast the spell, the mind was confused and the whole person had a somewhat dreamlike look.

He has some misplaced memories and is not able to distinguish between dreams and waking.

" Shi Mingjing "

"Hmm." Shi Mei's voice was soft, suppressing the tenderness of some twisted sentiment, "It's me."

Chu Wanning seemed tired, the fever making him uncomfortable, and he only responded, if at all, before closing his eyes again.

Shi Mei knew he was adjusting and was in no hurry, waiting calmly by.

After a while he heard Chu Wanning sigh lowly with his eyes closed, "I was afraid I was dreaming. It's so good that you're alive."

I knew that his memory had stopped after the crack of the sky in his previous life, but I did not expect him to feel such emotions. Shi Mei's heart was moved by a feeling of long-lost astringency.

"You don't want me to die?"

"You're so young and there are so many people who like you" Chu Wanning whispered, "It shouldn't be you. I'm sorry."

""

"If only it was me. At least no one would be too upset."

The astringency in his heart became more and more vivid, drumming in his dead heart. It was a feeling he had felt the first time he and Chu Wanning had returned home under the same umbrella, and after so many years of intrigue and conspiracy, those around him had died and dispersed.

He lies dormant in the shadows, treating himself as a relentlessly stubborn stone.

Then he really thought he was a stone, and it was only today that he really felt the heart again.

Both sweet and sour and itchy.

He knew full well that he shouldn't be in this mood, that the sour rain would corrode the boulders, that the soft moss would tear him apart.

But he couldn't resist grasping Chu Wanning's hand, his heart pounding.

He opened his mouth, his throat was dry, so he swallowed again before asking again, "What about you? Are you sad that I'm dead?"

""

"Have you ever been sad?"

Chu Wanning's eyes are half-opened, and beneath the long, thick, spring-like lashes are eyes that carry too much on their minds. Shi Mei struggles to look inside, trying to catch a glimpse of angular emotion.

But no.

Just as water left alone is water, and wheat grain left alone is wheat grain, a feeling is simply left there in order to remain that feeling.

The death of Shi Mei had caused him sadness, pain, remorse, and then remorse. So many emotions mixed together, like wheat grain mixed with water and hoarded, have long since fermented and changed, and are no longer the same.

Shi Mei pursued with great persistence, "Master, if you were given another chance, would you lay down your life to save me as you were willing to save him"

Chu Wanning's eyes are misty.

"Will it."

" Shi Mingjing," were the only three words he had time to say, when suddenly his lips were roughly gagged.

After waiting so long for an answer, the moment it was really revealed, I was afraid to listen and did not want to hear it.

Shi Mei thought that she probably knew the answer.

Chu Wanning didn't react at first, but only when Shi Mei's tongue tried to pry open his teeth and enter did he wake up and his eyes widen.

"Mmm."

"Shh, don't make a sound." Shi Mei caught her breath and nudged Chu Wanning in the throat, casting a silencing spell, "You taught us this spell before, saying it would keep us from making a sound when we were in danger. Did you ever think that one day it would be put to this use by me?"

He said, not even looking at the confusion and resentment in Chu Wanning's eyes, his jealousy and thirst almost causing him to lose his temper a little: "Master, you know what two lifetimes. I've suffered and worked every step of the way, and I haven't had a day of peace."

He bound Chu Wanning's hands and feet and tied them to the bed, gritting his teeth as he did so, "It's true I'm not a normal person, and what I'm about to do doesn't allow me to be normal, but so what? The Fairy Tramper Emperor's puppet can do what he wants, so why should I have to look over my shoulder"

Shi Mei said this, watching Chu Wanning struggle furiously beneath him.

He felt pain and pleasure.

"Now I've sort of figured it out. Whether life is rewarding or not, it's time to do your best, Master." He straightened up and with some urgency began to undress Chu Wanning, "It's not easy to get this far, it's about time I got a taste of you. A reward of sorts for the apprentice, eh"

A very sick man doesn't have much strength to resist, and Shi Mei easily removes his robe. The air was cool and the light was hazy, and the bruises on the harsh, muscular male body were all the marks of Mo Ran's previous work.

Shi Mei's eyes darkened and she whispered to herself, "He's so cruel, too."

When he finished, he raised his hand, cupped Chu Wanning's chin and examined those eyes.

Chu Wanning must have been confused between the dream and the real thing, probably feeling both the absurdity of what he was seeing and the reality of what he was touching.

Combined with the misplaced memories of his past and present lives, it was not really that easy for him to react immediately.

"I'm not like him." Shi Mei stared at Chu Wanning for a moment, her eyes gradually softening again, only there was a hint of creepiness in that gentleness, "He doesn't know how to get you hooked. You've tried me and you know he's nothing."

After speaking, he began to undress himself.

He had just finished his shower and was wearing only a bathrobe, which slipped easily to the floor, revealing a delicate and exquisite body like Kunzan jade.

"Master."

He murmured, bullying his way up.

Whether this was a dream or a reality, Chu Wanning was so sickened that her body trembled and her face turned blue.

"You're so hot."

""

I knew that if I released the curse on Chu Wanning at this moment, the man would be cursing and fuming. But Shi Mei couldn't resist stroking it and murmuring, "Does it get hotter in there?"

" Shi Mingjing "

At the sound of Shi Mei's voice, she was struck by a sudden shock.

"You've broken the silence yourself," he said, raising his eyes and staring into Chu Wanning's face, "you're a man, really."

Chu Wanning's lips quivered and he coughed up blood as he hissed, "Get out of my sight!"

Shi Mei fell silent and looked down at the man beneath her.

This man is vicious

Too stubborn

Still too resigned to defeat

There is so much I want to say that I don't know what to say when it comes to my lips.

Shi Mei simply laughed at the end, and then, as Chu Wanning was about to say his next words in anger, she suddenly covered his mouth and quickly removed the hairband, strangling it between his lips and teeth.

"Since the spells you can break free, I'll have to use the tied ones. I'm sorry Master."

He leaned down and whispered in Chu Wanning's ear, "Remember to keep your screams down even if you're getting off on me later, your emperor is right outside. Guess if he'll be happy to hear that you're doing it under me."

Shi Mei's fingers slid down a little, lingering over each bruised hickey, and as they descended further, Chu Wanning felt like he was about to be nailed through with shame.

His memory is disturbed and stops in a previous life, before he discovered the secret of Mo Ran's spell, so he hates Mo Ran with a passion.

But he hated himself more for his total lack of shame.

Even though he was so humiliated, so disgusted, so disappointed with Mo Weiyu. But when I am held by Mo Ran, when I listen to Mo Ran's panting, when the man's sweat pools on his belly and drips onto his body, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement and relief.

Even during a few of the wildest romps, he could even feel himself secretly yearning for Mo Ran to not stop, to just rip himself apart and run through his soul.

The stormy lingering would give him an illusion of peace and quiet.

When lying in Mo Ran's arms, it occasionally feels like nothing is happening, and that this person who keeps pestering him might love him too.

But Shi Mei is a different story.

He didn't know why he had fallen into such a bizarre nightmare, but when Shi Mei touched him, all he had was anger and trepidation, and he couldn't stand the relationship at all.

He didn't like it at all.

Shi Mei's body is not the same as she remembered, tall, but still smooth and white, with soft, elegant lines, like sheep's fat, and a fresh, fragrant scent.

Not the hard and majestic strength he was used to

He was only used to Mo Ran's body. The man's skin was pale, but underneath it churned with the blood of a fierce beast, wild as hell. The purest of manly scents was like a hot sun that burned the heart.

Although sometimes it still quenches with the smell of blood and iron.

Very hard and very cold.

But the sturdy chest is extremely hot.

Chu Wanning's eyes opened suddenly, his bound hands struggling uncontrollably, his wrists bleeding and the ends of his eyes red with humiliation.

But his struggles were ineffective, and the bed was so soft and thickly covered with animal skins that he could not make much noise.

Shi Mei watched with interest as he struggled with the beast, and finally smiled, "Why bother, Master, do you not believe I will make you comfortable?"

He said, lifting Chu Wanning's long, tight legs and wedging them in at the waist, his gaze dark, about to enter as he had obsessively thought of doing so countless times before.

Chu Wanning's eyes closed suddenly, his lips were bitten and his nails were digging into his palms.

Rather, it is because of the shame.

It's really too shameful, whether it's all true or not.

If it was false, then he was ashamed of himself for having dreamed such a fantasy. If it was true, then he was ashamed that he had been so foolish as to take on three disciples, two of whom had harboured such treacherous thoughts.

He has always been a man who is used to reflecting on himself first.

If Mo Ran lusted after him, it could still be said that Mo Ran was the problem. What about Shi Mei and Mo Ran combined

He couldn't help but begin to wonder if there was something he had done wrong, something he hadn't done right, not being a role model, that had moved his own disciples one by one to this wolfish ambition in bed.

What was wrong with him that he had to suffer like this.

""

Stalemate and tense.

After a long time, there was no movement.

Chu Wanning slowly opens his eyes, his dark brown orbs turning, only to see Shi Mei frozen in place for some reason, her face as dark as the bottom of a pot instead of the spring colour.

Before he could fully understand why Shi Mei had that look on her face, his eyes moved down a few inches only to see an image that left him speechless

What is it

Chu Wanning was struck by lightning as the moody atmosphere was swept away.

Ahem, ahem, Shi Mei's thing underneath is actually gold, gold

The situation was so ridiculous that Chu Wanning stiffened and turned her head away, not wanting to hurt her eyes.

But then, after a moment, it seemed wrong that any normal person would have something of this colour

So with a stiff smile he turned his face back again, glared, and looked again.

This time he could see clearly that it was not Shi Mei who was golden, but a little golden demon dragon that had appeared at some point and was coiled up in Shi Mei's position. The little dragon was strangled very tightly and raised its head, glaring furiously at Shi Mingjing, as if it would strangle Shi Mei into pieces if she dared to move. Chu Wanning: ""

Shi Mei :""

The little devil showed his teeth fiercely and snarled at the unlucky man he had strangled, "Whoa, baaaah!"

If his hands weren't tied, Chu Wanning would want to raise his hands to his forehead right now. He really had no eyes to see.

"" Shi Mei was half silent and gritted her teeth, "What's going on"

As soon as the words were spoken, the sound of the stone door rumbling open was heard and Fairy Tramper's shadowy face appeared behind the doorway, her voice loud with the murderous intent of a black cloud trying to rush the city.

Fairy Tramper took a step through the door and clasped his arms. His gaze swept over the image of the "golden dragon pillar", tinged with a bit of cynicism in his murderous intent, then his thin lips opened and closed, saying coldly, "Miss, please get out of bed."

Shi Mei was annoyed and didn't understand what he meant for a moment and sulked, "What lady who?"

"Excuse me." Fairy Tramper took a closer look at the object that the little dragon had wrapped around her, "So it is a gentleman. He was too small for me to notice."

Little Jin dragon climbs around the post, his whiskers tilting and grinning as he summons up his master: "Baaaaaaah"

This was the ultimate in humiliation for a man. Even though Shi Mei was calm and collected, he could not help but feel his veins bulge and his face turn red. His clothes were in disarray and he was bound by a devilish dragon from somewhere.

The Fairy Tramper emperor walked towards him. Taking up a position by the bedpost, he raised his chin slightly and leaned in.

" Hua Binan, do you think this seat doesn't know what you're doing because you haven't tossed out a sound" he narrowed his eyes, his handsome face full of contempt, "do you really think this seat is three years old this year. Hmm."

Happy Dragon Boat Festival to all