Chapter 143: 143 Is this compassion for the salvation of all living beings, or for the salvation of one person alone

"Mmh~"

A pair of 'compassion', suddenly grasped by Ning Mu, caused Liuli to instantly flush red, looking toward the doors and windows with extreme nervousness.

Fortunately, they were all closed; only the shadows of passing maidservants could occasionally be seen outside the windows as they went about their work.

Yet, this situation where she might be discovered by the maidservants at any moment still made her feel incredibly tense inside.

The moment she was grasped, she uncontrollably and subconsciously let out a soft hum.

Her brows furrowed, and those deep, rippleless eyes suddenly resembled a lake brushed by a gentle breeze, rising with layer upon layer of watery ripples.

Blushing, Liuli raised her hand and lightly struck Ning Mu's hand, though she did not use much force, nor did she have any intention of pulling her hand away; she merely complained with shy indignation: "Are you trying to die, you dog, starting off like this? Do you really take this poor nun for one of those women in your courtyard whom you can trifle with at will?"

Her tone was filled with complaint and resentment.

But more than that, it was a sense of bewilderment that was hard to put into words, along with a sour, jealous tang.

"You are them, yet you are not them, because in my heart, the Master is unique."

Ning Mu did not back down in the slightest, remaining calm and composed while continuing to grasp the 'compassion'.

This sentence immediately caused Liuli's slightly furrowed brows to smooth out, and a flush of shyness crept onto her face.

Her eyes shimmering, she cast a sidelong glance at Ning Mu and pouted, saying: "Stop with the glib tongue in front of this poor nun. Do you think this poor nun would take such flowery words to heart?"

Quite tsundere.

Clearly, she had an expression of enjoyment, and her whole body was almost leaning into his embrace.

Yet she still had to 'firmly' declare that she did not believe it.

Tsk.

A woman who says one thing but means another.

This Master could be called the ultimate representative of someone who says they dislike something but is honest with their body among all the women he had met!

Without exception.

"Alright, alright, it's all my fault for being too reckless. Then, Master, might you allow this lad to be reckless just this once?"

As he spoke, he applied a little pressure to the hand holding the 'compassion', a wicked smile on the corners of his mouth.

Liuli frowned slightly, a flash of melancholy passing through her deep eyes.

Those who have left the secular world hold compassion in their hearts.

Yet now, she did not know if this compassion was for the salvation of all living beings, or only for the salvation of this one person...

Meanwhile.

Yonghang City.

Sacrificial Saint Altar.

The highlight of the Sacrificial Saint Festival, the Poetry Gathering, had officially begun today.

Countless citizens of Yonghang, as well as students and scholars, and even tourists from other prefectures and counties, or literati hoping to make a name for themselves at this Poetry Gathering, were all gathered here.

The entire area around the Sacrificial Saint Altar was bustling with people.

The outermost perimeter was mostly tourists and citizens watching the excitement, along with peddlers setting up stalls to do business.

Closer to the center were literati and scholars, or elders who had brought their children and nephews to pay their respects; most of them were ordinary people with no hope of standing out at this Poetry Gathering, yet they still wanted to catch a glimpse of the predecessors' demeanor.

Many even harbored a stroke of luck, longing to gain the favor of the envoys from Jixia Academy.

In a corner of the Sacrificial Saint Altar.

Several young men dressed as literati were gathered together.

"Have you heard? The envoy sent by Jixia Academy this time is Wei Youqing!"

"Who is Wei Youqing?"

"Brother, you are truly ill-informed; have you not heard of the great name of Libationer Wei?"

"Alas, this younger brother has been negligent in his studies, and the burden at home is too heavy. Today I only managed to find some free time to come and admire the demeanor of the predecessors. I ask Brother to enlighten me, who exactly is this Libationer Wei?"

"Speaking of this Libationer Wei, her reputation is massive!"

"She is the closing disciple of the Master of Houji Mountain and the youngest female Libationer of the Academy. It is said that she possesses great Literary Talent; she was composing poetry at six, speaking in polished prose at eight, gained the favor of the Literary Saint at ten, and by fourteen, relying on quiet study and Confucian cultivation, she entered the Zhou Tian stage. It is said that now, at only eighteen, she is already on the verge of breaking through the inner fullness, reaching the Zuozhao Ziguang Stage, and achieving the Grandmaster Realm!"

"There are even rumors that the Master intends to entrust the entire literary legacy of our Great Qi to Libationer Wei!"

"Heavens! The literary legacy... does this Libationer Wei truly possess such spiritual nature?"

"Don't be ridiculous. A twenty-year-old Grandmaster—I fear only that Divine Nun Ciyun of the Buddhist Northern School could rival her, right?"

"Exactly. If she isn't qualified, then in this vast Great Qi, the Master would likely find no one else to inherit it!"

"..."

And at this moment.

In the core area of the Sacrificial Saint Altar.

An isolated island stood in the middle of a lake.

On the island was a statue of the Literary Saint, dozens of zhang high, carved and built from giant stones.

The statue towered into the clouds, like a deity, overlooking all living beings in the world.

Below the statue of the Literary Saint was a plaza situated on the isolated island.

The plaza was oval-shaped, with the statue of the Literary Saint as the origin, extending out dozens of bluestone paths built from giant stones. These paths were only wide enough for two people to stand side-by-side, no more than two feet across. The paths were connected to each other by stone slabs, and the gaps between them were the shimmering water surface.

Except for the area of two or three mu in size beneath the statue of the Literary Saint, the surrounding area consisted of these giant stone paths situated on the water, arranged in a regular pattern toward the four directions.

This symbolized that the heavens are round and the earth is square.

The water surface represented the starry sky.

At this time.

On those giant stone paths stood countless literati and scholars, their sleeves fluttering, their expressions excited yet nervous.

They were all candidates who had rushed in from all directions to participate in this Poetry Gathering.

And on the plaza beneath the statue of the Literary Saint.

Stood several young people dressed in white long robes, with a book and a Ruler embroidered on the upper left side of their chests, dressed like scholars.

Around the entire Sacrificial Saint Altar, thousands upon thousands of eyes were all gathered here at this moment.

And at the very front of this group of young people stood a woman with a vermilion dot between her brows, her ink-black hair flowing with the wind like a waterfall, her entire being pure and flawless.

This woman held a Ruler in her hand, her expression gentle as water, yet revealing a cold, aloof air that seemed to warn strangers to keep their distance.

Her figure was graceful and slender, with delicate curves, and her white robe billowed high.

Her posture was so graceful that one could not bear to look away after a single glance.

This woman was the envoy and lead official for this Poetry Gathering from Jixia Academy, the youngest Libationer of Jixia Academy, hailed as the successor to the Great Qi literary scene, and the final closing disciple of the Old Master of Houji Mountain: Wei Youqing.

At this moment.

Wei Youqing's gaze was fixed on another woman on the plaza not far ahead.

Listening to the poem recited by the woman, she could not help but nod slightly, revealing a look of satisfaction.

Having come for this, the Poetry Gathering officially began today.

A whole morning had passed, yet not a single person had been able to receive the favor of the Literary Saint.

Although the poems of the contestants were considered decent in this small corner, to the picky Wei Youqing, they were undoubtedly not qualified enough.

And the poem of this woman before her was undoubtedly the best among the scholars who had appeared so far.

Perhaps, she could even attract the favor of the Literary Saint and have Literary Qi descend upon her! This woman was none other than.

The daughter of the Prefect of the Yonghang Prefectural Office, Pi Taiyu: Pi Yalu.

"...... Praising the Literary Saint."

"The Literary Star shines bright, illuminating the universe, talent overflowing. The events of a thousand years are all left to laughter and talk, color born beneath the brush. Splendid writings spread to the four seas, elegance and grace unmatched by any. The Saint's heart is prepared, exhausting the emotions of past and present, truly noble and pure."

"Spreading righteousness, opening wisdom. Promoting culture, remaining in the annals of history. Ambition soaring to the clouds, enduring for all eternity. Heroic spirit and lofty aspirations, the world is vast, literary thoughts gushing like a spring, reflecting the sun and moon. May future generations inherit the Saint's intent and promote morality."

Pi Yalu's face was slightly flushed.

After finishing the recitation of her poem, she waited quietly.

She was incredibly nervous in her heart.

For this poem, she had taken a shortcut and flattered the Literary Saint, but she did not know if it would be effective.

In the previous few Poetry Gatherings, she had missed out on having Literary Qi descend upon her.

This was her last chance!

Just as she was thinking this.

Suddenly.

Within the statue of the Literary Saint, those eyes made of giant stone seemed to come alive, and from the left eye, a five-colored, rainbow-like stream of Qi flowed out.

That stream of Qi circled in the air for a moment, and then gathered toward the top of Pi Yalu's head, who was standing on the Literary Saint plaza!

"Look quickly, it's Literary Qi, Literary Qi has descended!"

"Whoa! It's actually five-colored Literary Qi; who is this to have such talent!"

"Too awesome, five-colored Literary Qi descending to protect her; it looks like we can take first place in our Yonghang Poetry Gathering this year!"

"The best in previous years was only three-colored Literary Qi; that this can flow out five-colored Literary Qi shows just how solid the foundation of this poem is!"

"With five-colored Literary Qi protecting her, Young Lady Pi's future path of Confucian cultivation will be smooth sailing; it truly makes us envious!"

"......"

Following this first descent of Literary Qi today, the entire area around the Sacrificial Saint Altar immediately boiled over!

Pi Taiyu, who was watching from the crowd on the shore, could not help but have his eyes light up, then immediately clenched his fists, incredibly excited.

Five-colored Literary Qi.

His daughter's life would be a smooth path from now on.

Naturally, he, as a father, would also be able to bask in the glory!

Wei Youqing's eyes also lit up, and she turned to exchange glances with several fellow disciples for a moment, all of them nodding in unison.

"I had long seen that Young Lady Pi's literary talent was good; it really is as expected!"

In the envoy group, a male Disciple of Jixia Academy nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of admiration.

"Could it be that Junior Brother Qi Yulou has taken a fancy to the Pi family's young lady? Why don't I act as a matchmaker for you?" Another Academy disciple nearby looked at Qi Yulou and said with a smile, echoing the sentiment.

A flash passed through Qi Yulou's eyes, but he did not respond, instead revealing a polite smile and brushing the matter aside.

But his gaze was fixed on the front, on Wei Youqing's back.

Unconsciously, he began to compare Wei Youqing and Pi Yalu in his heart.

And when the five-colored light dissipated and the five-colored Literary Qi vanished.

Wei Youqing then walked up, looked at Pi Yalu, and said gently: "Congratulations, Pi Yalu. Although this poem has a hint of flattery, the Literary Saint decides the amount of protective Literary Qi based on your talent in Confucian cultivation. That you could successfully receive the descent of five-colored Literary Qi is enough to prove that your literary cultivation studies and talent have been recognized by the Literary Saint. From now on, your path in Confucian cultivation will be incomparably smooth. Welcome to join our Jixia Academy and become an Academy Disciple!"

Wei Youqing took the initiative to reach out her hand.

Pi Yalu was so excited she could not control herself.

She immediately grasped Wei Youqing's hand respectfully with both hands, her body even trembling slightly!

Five-colored Literary Qi!

Five-colored Literary Qi! It is said that even with talent like Wei Youqing's in the past, there was only seven-colored Literary Qi from the left eye, and the right eye only opened to show favor, with no Literary Qi seen descending.

Yet she herself was able to achieve the descent of five-colored Literary Qi for protection; among all the students in Jixia Academy who relied on Literary Qi for protection, this could be considered an outstanding talent!

So many years of hard work had not been in vain!

Pi Yalu was incredibly excited.

But immediately after, a thought suddenly stirred in her heart.

If even she herself had five-colored Literary Qi, then that poem of Ning Mu's... what color should it be?

Six colors?

Or perhaps, like Wei Youqing, seven colors?

Thinking of this, she hesitated for a moment, then looked at Wei Youqing and said nervously, "Libationer, this Disciple has a poem here, written by a friend of this Disciple, but because he has urgent matters, he cannot come to the scene in person. This Disciple would like to... ask for the Saint's favor on his behalf, may I?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Youqing's brows furrowed slightly.

Among the scholars of the world, who does not consider this matter the most important?

Yet he makes excuses about having matters to attend to and cannot come to the scene in person.

Is he more arrogant than a Literary Saint? To be so perfunctory in matters concerning a Literary Saint, it surely cannot be a good poem.

But Pi Yalu is the first today to receive the Saint's favor, and she possesses the rare five-colored Literary Qi; since she has made this request, he should agree.

Therefore.

Wei Youqing nodded and agreed to Pi Yalu.

"Very well, let us give it a try!"

"Many thanks, Libationer!"

Pi Yalu was instantly excited, her eyes shining slightly.

At the same time. In the East City of Yonghang, outside the residence that Ning Xiaoxiu had originally purchased.

"Madam, Elder, this subordinate has already investigated; this small courtyard indeed has traces of the Young Lady having lived here, and that Yichun Courtyard is now owned by a young man named Ning Mu. The person currently in charge of Yichun Courtyard is called Yu Linglong, who was originally a subordinate of Ji Siniang!"

"It is said that Ning Mu has a Madam from Cangjian Villa as his backer, and the rest of the matters are still under investigation."

In a small alley not far from the residence, a group of strangely dressed people were surrounding a man and a woman.

Several of the subordinates in tight-fitting clothes were bowing their heads, reporting the information they had gathered.

The man was advanced in age, with long silver hair and a straight posture; he had a ring through his nose, his eyes flashed with a poisonous glint, and a small, jade-white snake lay on his shoulder, flicking its tongue from time to time; his expression was naturally imposing without anger.

The woman appeared exceptionally enchanting, wearing a bright green dress that could not conceal her fiery figure.

Her reddish-brown hair was draped casually behind her head, adding a touch of allure.

Yet everyone present dared not look directly at her, as if fearing they might commit a sacrilege.

"Have you found the whereabouts of Bosayouyu and the others?"

The silver-haired old man asked, his brows radiating coldness.

The subordinate hurriedly reported, "Reporting to the Elder, we have not discovered the tracks of Young Lady Bosayouyu and the others; they... they seem to have vanished into thin air!"

"This subordinate suggests we storm into Yichun Courtyard directly; perhaps we can force some clues out of them!"

The Blood Lotus Sect subordinate said, trembling as he kept his head lowered.

Bosahai was just about to agree.

At this moment.

The woman suddenly waved her jade-white, onion-like hand and shook her head, saying, "No!"

"Why?" Bosahai frowned instantly, staring at the woman with a cold, grim face.

The small snake on his shoulder even subconsciously flicked its tongue toward the woman.

But with just one glare from the woman, the small snake was so frightened it shrank back into the collar of Bosahai's robe.

"We are currently in the midst of the Yonghang Poetry Gathering, which is being held on a grand scale; there are countless experts in the city, and there is even an envoy from the Qi Sacred Land, Jixia Academy, present in person. If we kill recklessly, alerting the enemy is a minor matter, but if we happen to attract the attention of the Qi authorities or even Jixia Academy, the loss will outweigh the gain!"

This woman was named Wan Wu'er, and she was the wife of the Zhou Kingdom Blood Lotus Sect leader Pusa Qinlong, and the foster mother of Pusa Xiaoman.

And the silver-haired old man with the snake coiled on his shoulder, Bosahai, was the father of Bosayouyu, an Elder of the Punishment Hall of the Blood Lotus Sect, and the third younger brother of Pusa Qinlong! The reason Wan Wu'er and Bosahai were alarmed enough to come in person.

Was because Pusa Xiaoman had been missing for a long time, and Bosayouyu and the others who had come to search for her previously had also disappeared without a trace.

Having no other choice, Wan Wu'er had to decide to have the high-level members mobilize and come personally to find Pusa Xiaoman and Bosayouyu.

"Then what are we to do!"

Bosahai furrowed his brows and said coldly, "You are not in a hurry; that girl was picked up by the two of you anyway, but Bosayouyu is my own daughter. Now that her life or death is unknown, how can we just let it go?"

Wan Wu'er knitted her brows together, stared coldly at Bosahai, and said in a cold voice, "Third Brother, what are you shouting about?"

"Bosayouyu is also my own niece. Furthermore, that girl possesses something your eldest brother urgently needs right now. You are not unaware that your eldest brother is currently in seclusion; any slight delay could lead to Qi Deviation at any moment. He urgently needs this item as a safeguard. I am more anxious than you are; do you think I don't want to capture her back immediately?"

Hearing this, Bosahai's expression finally softened slightly.

"Then sister-in-law, you tell me, what should we do?" Bosahai asked with a frown.

Wan Wu'er frowned, sighed, revealed a bewitching smile at the corner of her mouth, and said coldly, "Now, we can only employ the Lotus Blood Tracking method. Hmph, little girl, you think you can hide from your mother's search just by hiding away?"

"Your eldest brother left a backup plan precisely to prevent this day."

"I only need to perform the Lotus Blood Tracking to find the location of the Demon Seed Blood Lotus. Once I find the Demon Seed Blood Lotus, I will naturally find that little mongrel Pusa Xiaoman!"

"That is excellent, sister-in-law, hurry!"

"No rush, the requirements for Lotus Blood Tracking are complex. Allow me to prepare; we will first find an inn in the city to stay at and gather some information along the way!"

Ningyang Stronghold, the backyard of the main hall.

In Liuli's room.

"Do you still want a massage or not?"

Liuli's eyes flickered; she hummed lightly as she pushed Ning Mu away, pouted, straightened up, and glared directly at him.

"Yes, yes, yes! I must have one!" Ning Mu laughed.

Immediately, he placed his hand under his nose.

A hand that has been nourished by compassion is simply different.

"Nun, the compassion is very fragrant!"

"..."

Liuli was suddenly furious, her face flushing red as she kicked Ning Mu in the kidney.

"Ah..."

Ning Mu let out a sudden cry, clutching his waist as he rolled around on the bed.

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

At this moment.

The maid Chunzhi's voice came from outside the door, full of worry.

Liuli was startled, hurriedly pushing Ning Mu while staring at him.

"Stop pretending! I didn't use that much force. Hurry up and say something to send them away!"

"No way, Shitai must compensate me!"

"Don't go too far, they're about to come in!"

"I'm going to go too far. If Shitai doesn't agree, I'll let them see that this dignified Divine Nun of Ci Yun is nothing more than this!"

"You... you dog, fine, you win. I'll agree to it, is that enough!"

Liuli was choked with anger, her small face flushed red, her Buddhist body trembling with rage. In those charming eyes, the glint of blades and swords flashed, as if she wished she could hack this shameless wretch rolling on her couch into eight pieces.

"It's nothing. I was discussing scriptures and studying Buddhism with Shitai and accidentally bumped into a chair. Go back to your work; Young Master will call you if I need anything!"

Having received a satisfactory answer, Ning Mu immediately returned to normal. His kidney no longer hurt, his hand stopped clutching his waist, and he immediately lay flat on the couch, speaking casually toward the window.

"Oh~ then Young Master, please study with Single-mindedness. This servant will go prepare dinner!"

Outside the door, Chunzhi's sweet voice sounded again.

Listening to the conversation between Ning Mu and Chunzhi, Liuli frowned tightly, speechless.

This master and servant were simply birds of a feather.

Discussing scriptures and studying Buddhism...

Bumping into a chair...

Such a lame excuse, and the key was that the other party actually believed it! Didn't Chunzhi know that there wasn't even a chair in this room?

Hah! Watching Ning Mu tilt his head, staring at her with playful eyes and blinking, Liuli was furious.

"Does Shitai intend to start with the massage, or resolve things first?" Ning Mu asked with a smile.

Liuli's eyes flashed, and she said triumphantly, "Resolve? Resolve what? When did I ever agree to you?"

Clearly, she intended to renege on the deal.

Anyway, it was all eye contact, there was no hard evidence, and even if it were spoken, it would be word against word. Why should she fall for this kid's trap!

With a triumphant smile in her eyes, watching Ning Mu get thwarted, she felt very satisfied.

But how could Ning Mu be thwarted? He stood up immediately and, taking advantage of Liuli's triumph, forcibly tackled her down.

Then, looking at those crimson lips and high bun, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

Caught off guard and suddenly tackled, Liuli's eyes widened, and as she looked at that handsome, exceptionally refined face growing larger, her own face visibly flushed red.

Yet her brain was left completely blank by this sudden turn of events, and she couldn't react in time.

And by the time she did react.

She discovered that this wretch was actually using his tongue to pry open her lips.

Boom! Liuli was stunned, a sound like an explosion ringing in her brain, leaving her at a loss for what to do.

But for some reason.

A sense of pleasure rose from the bottom of her heart.

As her compassion was mastered, she finally reacted, a flash of deep shame crossing her eyes as she pushed this dog, Ning Mu, away.

"You're dead!"

"Pah, pah, pah!"

"Utterly excessive!"

"You remember this! Only this once. If you offend again, don't blame me for being merciless, and I will make sure you can never use your silver tongue to deceive me again!"

Liuli's face was flushed red as she wiped her mouth, glaring at the shameless Ning Mu, who was wearing a wicked grin, and said it with ironclad certainty!

Yet she didn't even realize that when she said these words, her tone was somewhat lacking in conviction.

Would it really only be this once?

This kid was simply like her own inner demon. With her Half-step Divine Origin Realm Cultivation Points, she couldn't exert any deterrence over him at all; instead, in the process of their interactions, she was frequently manipulated by him.

It was just like a snake whose vital spot had been grabbed.

There was no way to struggle!

Ning Mu's expression was calm, his gaze carrying a hint of teasing.

Looking at Liuli Shitai's appearance, it was clear that this sudden kiss was already her limit.

He shouldn't push her too hard.

Take it slow.

Immediately, he lay on the couch and said calmly, "Alright, I'll listen to Shitai. If Shitai says no, then it's no. But since Shitai said you would resolve things for me, don't go back on your word, otherwise..."

"What do you want!" Liuli's face turned burning hot, her heart panicked.

"Nothing much, just to have what just happened happen again... or, I could ask Mei'er to step in and directly restrain Shitai, and then I'll take Shitai's palace pill. How does that sound?"

Ning Mu lay on the couch, looking at Liuli from the side, asking with a grin.

"Shameless!" Liuli couldn't help but feel deep resentment.

Currently, Liu Qingmei's strength was even greater than hers.

If Ning Mu really did that, she might not be able to resist! After all, that woman Liu Qingmei loved this kid to the marrow of her bones.

Never mind asking her to subdue her, even if he asked her to die, as long as this kid Ning Mu said it, she would likely execute it without hesitation.

Liuli could not fathom it no matter how she thought about it.

What kind of medicine did this brat feed that woman, to make her, a dignified Martial Dao True Person, so loyal and devoted to this brat! "Didn't the Master say she wanted to massage and stimulate my blood circulation? Shall we start now? If we delay any longer, Liu Qingmei and Ayue will be back, and it won't be easy for the Master to explain then!"

Ning Mu smirked.

Hearing these words, Liuli felt a panic in her heart.

Yet she still feigned toughness, scoffing, "Hmph, this nun has her own ways of doing things; why would I need to explain anything to them?"

Liuli wore a haughty expression.

But as her voice fell, her tone softened a fraction; she pursed her lips and glared at Ning Mu, saying helplessly, "It is just that this nun does not wish to engage in petty squabbles with those women, and it is because I have a special fondness for you, brat, that I favor you every time. Do not be ungrateful and push your luck!"

Speaking to this point, Liuli's face burned hot.

Yet she still stepped forward, half-kneeling and half-sitting on the couch, and stretched out those Buddhist hands that ate vegetarian meals and chanted sutras, pressing them onto Ning Mu's shoulders.

After pressing for a moment.

Suddenly.

Ning Mu shook his shoulders and said casually, "With several layers of clothing in between, it is ultimately not quite right."

"Master, why not help me remove these robes? It will be better for the massage, and won't it save you some effort too!"

As he spoke, Ning Mu sat straight up, face-to-face with Liuli.

Upon hearing this, Liuli's face turned red instantly; she rolled her eyes speechlessly and pursed her lips, saying, "Lie down. This nun still has that much strength. Rest assured, I guarantee to relieve your fatigue!"

She glared at Ning Mu, almost through gritted teeth.

But Ning Mu remained unmoved; he calmly unbuttoned his underarm buttons, then spread his arms and looked at Liuli.

Liuli frowned.

Seeing that Ning Mu had the air of someone who would not stop until he achieved his goal, she pursed her lips and had no choice but to step forward with a blushing face, taking the initiative to peel off his clothes layer by layer.

There was no other way.

She was in a hurry! If they delayed any longer, Liu Qingmei and Tong Yuyue would really return.

If they couldn't find this rascal and burst into the room, one could imagine how explosive that scene would be! She did not want to become the talk of the Mountain Stronghold after tea and dinner! "Hoo!"

"Satisfied?"

Seeing Ning Mu, free from the constraints of his robes, lying brazenly on her couch, Liuli, with her delicate and lovely face, rolled her eyes, full of resentment.

Ning Mu grinned and said with a suggestive tone, "Master, don't just massage my body; it's a matter of a single extra effort, and if that really won't do..."

As he spoke, his gaze was full of desire as he looked at Liuli's delicate and moving cherry lips, which looked as if they would break at a touch, like those of a young girl.

(End of chapter)