Chapter 272: Fish Before Me (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Now Lu Xingzhou was immensely grateful that he had already reached the upper realm of fourth grade and was nearly ready to break through to third grade.

Because he could hold his breath for a very long time, he could endure being suffocated for even longer.

This face cream's effect could make someone sick of it for life—what exactly is softness and sweetness?

Besides, he still held the full moon in his hand—double pleasure.

Lu Xingzhou literally wanted to sleep forever right here, not wanting to move an inch.

Unfortunately, Ye Tinglan couldn't bear continuing to wash her face with cream—she herself felt it; her breathing had grown heavy, and finally she cupped Lu Xingzhou's face with both hands and lifted it up: "Are you done yet? Don't you plan to sleep if I don't speak?"

Lu Xingzhou mumbled: "I still want more…"

"You've got no shame—have you forgotten you're supposed to be healing?"

Lu Xingzhou reluctantly shifted upward a little, wanting to kiss her to heal.

Ye Tinglan's communication jade tablet vibrated again; she glanced at it—it was Yuan Muyu again—and she rejected the call once more.

I'm just about to kiss my little man—who has time to deal with you?

The man leaned in to kiss her, and the jade tablet stubbornly vibrated again.

Thinking that spiritual sense connection didn't require the mouth, Ye Tinglan, while still kissing the man, reluctantly activated her spiritual sense: "What do you want? Are you annoying or what?"

Yuan Muyu felt as if she'd been transported back many years—except that back then, those seven words were what she'd often shouted at her sister during her rebellious phase; now the boomerang had hit her square in the head.

Including all these rejections too…

Yuan Muyu snapped: "You're asking me what I'm doing? What's the meaning of you impersonating me?"

"What meaning? You're a fool being used, and your sister's cleaning up your mess—letting you understand the details so you're not clueless. I haven't even asked for thanks, and now you're coming at me like this? If you've got guts, go publicize it—was that not you?"

Yuan Muyu choked: "You know I'm not asking about that!"

"Then what? Say it—how am I supposed to know if you don't speak? Mm~"

Yuan Muyu: "?"

What was that sound?

That didn't sound like spiritual sense—it sounded like Ye Tinglan's throat making noise?

What situation would make someone's throat make that sound!?

At this moment, Ye Tinglan opened her eyes slightly, gazing at Lu Xingzhou with a touch of resentment.

Lu Xingzhou clearly sensed her spiritual sense was distracted—he moved his right hand, which had been covering the full moon, and squeezed her. She involuntarily let out a soft moan, but her lips were still sealed by his kiss, so the sound only escaped as a throaty noise.

Yuan Muyu's furious spiritual sense echoed through her soul sea: "Ye Tinglan! What was that sound just now!"

Ye Tinglan had been slightly annoyed with Lu Xingzhou too, but her sister's yelling triggered her defiance—what sound I make is none of your business; I haven't even complained about you interrupting me, and you're yelling so loud?

She decided not to answer at all, deliberately intensifying her kissing, lips and tongue making wet, smacking sounds.

Yuan Muyu: "???"

What was that sound again!?

"Ye Tinglan! Are you even hearing me?!" Yuan Muyu, now furious, shouted aloud instead of using spiritual sense.

Lu Xingzhou paused his movements—had he just heard a fish's voice?

So this Mr. was talking to a fish?

A strange thought surged in his mind—he pulled his hand out from under her skirt and grabbed both sides of Ye Tinglan's robe, yanking it open.

Ye Tinglan was about to reply when this sudden tug left her stunned: "What are you doing?"

Yuan Muyu: "You're asking me?! I'm the one asking you!"

Ye Tinglan: "... Go away. I'm not talking to you."

"Then who are you talking to?"

"None of your business… Mm~ Hah… Easy…."

Yuan Muyu: ""

Ye Tinglan gazed resentfully at the little man buried between her breasts—he'd already started biting…

She couldn't think of how to stop him while Yuan Muyu was still on the line, and a faint wicked thought stirred in her—so what if Yuan Muyu heard it?

She clenched her teeth and let the little wolf-dog continue, her rigid body softening instead, and she replied with a languid spiritual sense: "What? I'm letting my disciple attend to me—do you have a problem with that?"

Yuan Muyu snapped: "Who is your disciple?"

"What's it to you? Are you coming back to be my senior aunt?"

"Ye Tinglan! Is it Lu Xingzhou?!"

"Guess."

"You!" Yuan Muyu was about to explode, then suddenly paused—something didn't add up. Her voice cut off abruptly.

Leaving aside whether Lu Xingzhou would even look for a substitute—let's assume he might, since his sister looked like her.

But who was Ye Tinglan? She'd been the number one in the world for years, ruling the Tianyao Sacred Land for decades—someone whose every step shook the earth among both human and demon races—would she casually throw herself at a man with low cultivation?

Yuan Muyu knew better than anyone how much her sister concealed—how many chains she wore, how she couldn't even face her sister's departure without clinging to the pride of the Tianyao Holy Master, her face as stiff as a nun's. Would such a woman really, within this short "southward journey to Frost Heaven," entangle herself with a man—and moan lasciviously for her to hear?

Was that even possible?

There was only one truth: Ye Tinglan was doing this on purpose—to provoke her into showing up, then trap her in a net.

Yuan Muyu's anger instantly dissipated; she sneered: "All your scheming is useless. Thanks for gathering ice demon intel for me—thank you, dear sister~"

Ye Tinglan: "?"

What the hell did this stupid sister just imagine now?

Lu Xingzhou was already nibbling on cherries; Ye Tinglan couldn't focus at all, weakly murmuring in a sultry tone: "Do as you please."

Yuan Muyu still wanted to mock her for pretending—but the call had already been cut.

Yuan Muyu was no longer angry; she leaned back calmly in her chair, thought for a moment, then called in a subordinate: "Contact the Nünu Hehuan Sect—tell them I wish to meet the Black Goddess."