Soul Land—Chapter 141: The Eve
Early morning, "Another auspicious sign?"
Ling Qianyao rubbed his chin, his gaze shifting, and stopped his Astrology, 'There shouldn't be anything wrong, right? After all, Bibi Dong didn't attack me yesterday.
Although the purification of the rakshasa evil thought is somewhat difficult, it is still within a controllable range, and I haven't seen that evil thought riot.
Yesterday's auspicious omen was also verified, wasn't it?'
The soft touch and faint fragrance from beside him interrupted Ling Qianyao's thoughts. He slightly turned his head and saw Qian Renxue leaning lazily on his right side, her long, waterfall-like hair spread across the pillow.
Qian Renxue, who had barged in here yesterday without a word and demanded him, saying it was a reward, now had a peaceful sleeping face, her brows gentle, as if she had put down some worries in her heart.
He glanced at the Blue Silver Empress on the windowsill. Its leaves had stopped swaying and drooped slightly, as if it had fallen asleep.
Qian Renxue, without the Tianshu Divine Eye, naturally couldn't see Ah Yin's state. Last night, after she barged in, Ah Yin, in her soul body state, was originally still enjoying the infusion of Ling Qianyao's Star Power.
Her own full and wonderful soul body, even more like a lover, quietly leaned against Ling Qianyao's side. This was an instinct, or perhaps a habit that had gradually formed.
Ling Qianyao helped her recover and grow every day, and Ah Yin had long been accustomed to such intimate closeness.
Unexpectedly, after only a few minutes of enjoyment, Qian Renxue barged in, saying something about Blue Silver Grass not being fun and that there was something more fun here.
She then put her main body on the windowsill, interrupting the supply of Ling Qianyao's Star Power and cutting off the connection between them.
The sense of loss and emptiness was secondary; her original position was even occupied, and without any regard for others, she kissed Ling Qianyao's lips.
"I was still here, am I a person or not, am I a person or not~"
So last night, A Yin could only watch Qian Renxue and Ling Qianyao's intimately entangled, while her soul body could only tremble with anger on the side. Despite being a soul body, she felt a hint of coldness.
In grief and indignation, she fled back to the Blue Silver Empress's main body, curled up deep within the leaves, attempting to use that thin green barrier to isolate everything from the outside world, and slept until now.
"When I can touch, I must taste it back, fiercely, taste it back..."
This was her last thought before sealing off her senses, as Qian Renxue's moans were truly disturbing her mind.
Ling Qianyao shifted his body and looked to the left, unexpectedly meeting a pair of eyes that seemed to smile but not smile, shimmering with light.
Late last night, Zhu Zhuqing quietly knocked on the door and slept on Ling Qianyao's left side. She was now awake and looking at Ling Qianyao with a smile.
"Did you sleep well?" Zhu Zhuqing asked softly.
"Alright?"
Ling Qianyao replied subconsciously. He wondered why it felt like there were two different fragrances and temperatures beside him; it turned out someone was hidden on his left.
The difference was that Zhu Zhuqing seemed to have left some space between them, preventing him from noticing immediately.
Now, as he turned to look, Zhu Zhuqing's soft body leaned over like a nimble cat.
Her slender waist twisted slightly, carrying a hint of laziness and playfulness, and she naturally nestled close to Ling Qianyao.
Ling Qianyao felt a warm, soft touch instantly wash over him. His left side felt as if it was gently wrapped by clouds.
Dark hair cascaded down, and threads of clear fragrance drifted into his nostrils. Her delicate, smooth skin, like fine silk, brought a unique touch and flutter.
And the most eye-catching thing was the pride in front of her body.
As Zhu Zhuqing drew closer, that softness pressed tightly against his left arm, full of elasticity.
Even slight movements carried a dense rhythm, causing Ling Qianyao to look for a long time.
Zhu Zhuqing brought her lips to Ling Qianyao's ear, her breath like orchids, "If you like it, feel it more. How can just looking be enough?"
Saying this, she quietly picked up Ling Qianyao's right hand.
"Mmm."
Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled. She pursed her red lips as if suppressing something, her voice a little broken, "She's still fast asleep, you don't want her to find out, right? Let's go... to the bathroom."
Lightly and quietly, Ling Qianyao held Zhu Zhuqing in his arms, tucked the covers, and by the way, put the Blue Silver Empress back into his soul guidance device. The two left the room.
Amidst the almost inaudible sound of the door closing, the deeply sleeping Qian Renxue pouted, pulled the pillow beside her into her arms, and kneaded it wantonly.
"Little... big cat stealing fish, this is my home, hmph, just you wait."
Qian Renxue turned over in her sleep, still muttering, clearly quite angry about Zhu Zhuqing's kidnapping' Ling Qianyao.
After spending an incredibly enviable morning, Ling Qianyao had breakfast and went to the Pope's Hall for today's rakshasa evil thought treatment.
Before the three of them leave Spirit Hall in two days, Ling Qianyao needs to complete the purification of Bibi Dong's rakshasa evil thought as much as possible.
After obtaining the Tianshu Divine Eye, Ling Qianyao felt that the purification process, which originally required considerable time, had significantly accelerated.
These three days are enough for him to complete 98% of the rakshasa evil thought purification. The remaining finishing work only needs to be slowly dispersed by that soul imprint.
"You seem to have a strange scent on you." Bibi Dong slowly rose from the Pope's throne, her eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny, and slowly walked towards Ling Qianyao.
"Your Majesty, Xue'er and Zhu Zhuqing and I are deeply in love. Spending time with them every day, it's inevitable to pick up some of their scent," Ling Qianyao said, neither humble nor arrogant.
"Spending time together every day..." A trace of inexplicable annoyance rose in Bibi Dong's heart. She said in a low voice, "Your talent is exceptional, and you are at a critical moment of growth. You must not be carried away by romantic feelings and delay important matters."
Ling Qianyao bowed slightly, his expression firm: "Your Majesty, please rest assured. I will balance matters of emotion and cultivation. Xue'er and Zhu Zhuqing support me, and they are even the motivation on my cultivation path; they will not become obstacles."
Bibi Dong's brows furrowed slightly, the annoyance in her heart becoming even stronger.
"Come with me."
Knowing the way well and allowing no refusal, Bibi Dong led Ling Qianyao to the Pope's private chambers.
"You sit down first, I'll be gone for a while." Saying this, she walked towards a certain direction, guiding her Soul Power with her hand and applying a layer of Soul Power onto the door.
Ling Qianyao sat down on the sofa, feeling slightly uneasy in his heart.
Not long after, Bibi Dong reappeared from the back of the private chambers. Her Pope's robe was gone, replaced by a loose purple nightgown.
Her purple hair was coiled up, with a few playful strands hanging down beside her neck, adding a touch of lazy charm.
There was a layer of moisture on her body that hadn't dissipated, as if she had just come out of a bath. Her skin was flushed with a faint redness because of this, making her look pitiable.
Because of the moisture on her body, the entire nightgown clung even more closely to her figure, perfectly displaying her full, delicate body. Her mature charm was like fine wine, exuding fragrance.
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