All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 419 - 257 Making Ice Cream for Her_1

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The three people in the room looked at each other, while Su Bei solemnly examined Nan Ji’s figure.

Ji Nanjue’s body stiffened. Under his gaze, a fiery heat began to burn, and she uncomfortably covered herself, slightly uneasy.

Looking at the chaotic scene before her, it was as if everything from last night replayed in her mind.

—At first, it was all right, just very ordinary, but in the end...

Watching Su Bei’s gaze penetrate from above, drilling into the depths of her soul bit by bit, Ji Nanjue’s heart was in turmoil. Unbidden tears shimmered in her eyes until she could no longer bear it and raised her hand to slap Su Bei’s face.

But in the end, the slap never landed, stopping just a finger’s width away from Su Bei’s cheek.

"You had clearly promised me..."

She felt an indescribable bitterness in her heart, unsure whether it stemmed from Su Bei’s indifferent attitude or from that slight possessive desire, characteristic of a woman, stirring within her.

Su Bei brought his face close to Nan Ji’s palm and reached out with his large hand to grasp it firmly, leisurely brushing away the hair sticking to her forehead.

"Ji Baoer..."

Ji Nanjue turned her head away, lightly biting her lip, and said, "Don’t call me Ji Baoer."

Su Bei wrapped his arms around her, leaning in to kiss her slender neck deeply, marking it with a hickey. He whispered in her ear, his hands steadily becoming more mischievous...

"Ji Baoer, you’ve misunderstood."

"Misunderstood? We’re sleeping in the same bed... Isn’t taking advantage enough for you?"

Key Smoke watched the scene before her dispassionately. The knocking from outside continued, urgent and persistent. Finally, she couldn’t help but speak out, "Stop being angry. Nothing actually happened."

Ji Nanjue looked at Key Smoke suspiciously, sizing her up. "Really?"

Su Bei pulled Nan Ji into his embrace and kissed her between the eyebrows, "Of course it’s true..."

While speaking, his hand began to slowly move upwards.

BANG—

Die Yi, who had been outside for a while, frowned. There was no response to her knocking, although she could vaguely hear voices inside. She took a deep breath. "Aunt, Die Yi is coming in now!!"

...

As her words fell, she suddenly pushed the door open.

The warm noon sunshine spilled down, slanting across the ancient pines, casting rainbow-like dappled shadows...

An askew small table lay there, with several wine jars scattered atop it. Inside the room, the heavy scent of old wine, long undispersed, filled the air.

On the brocade couch...

...

Key Smoke was only wearing short pants and a bellyband, her legs bent, feet clad in silk stockings, as she looked up at Die Yi.

Die Yi felt as if her entire worldview had shattered in an instant. She stood frozen, staring unblinkingly at the scene before her.

Four pairs of eyes met, and for a long time, no one spoke.

Finally—

Ji Nanjue snapped back to reality. She shoved Su Bei’s hand away and, with a wave of her own, tightly wrapped the blanket around herself.

Die Yi swallowed hard and hurried out the door, her expression dazed, as if she had lost her soul.

"I...I must have fainted. I wasn’t here. I didn’t see anything..." she muttered. She ran a good distance away, then, as if remembering something, rushed back to shut the door before leaving again with her head bowed.

Key Smoke watched the unfolding scene calmly and smiled at Su Bei. "This child has been spoiled by me. In the future, when she becomes Elder Su’s disciple, she will need extra discipline..."

...

As she spoke, she leisurely put on a white shirt and tied up her long hair. Looking back at Ji Nanjue, she said in a low, significant tone, "Aren’t you supposed to go to the Southern Border?"

"Let’s set out today... I also need to prepare for the Tribulation-Crossing Stage."

...

All the happenings of the previous night seemed vague, a dreamlike illusion.

Still, the dream had to end.

She turned and left.

Now only Su Bei and Ji Nanjue remained in the room.

...

Die Yi ran outside in a panic, utterly distraught. The scene remained deeply seared into her Sea of Consciousness.

Why would the revered master, her savior, lie in the same bed with that man?

How could such an intimately tender scene not provoke further thoughts?

And to think there were three of them!!

While still agonizing over the ambiguous intimacy between her master and Su Bei from the other night, she had now witnessed an entirely different scene... How could things progress so swiftly?

"Master... why is this happening?"

"Why has everything changed? Why..."

All this entailed an endless complexity of relationships, too tangled to sort out.

Die Yi shook her head fiercely. Not noticing a stone on the ground, she twisted her ankle and tumbled, rolling and scrambling to the earth.

"Miss Die Yi, what happened?"

"Why are you in such a panic?"

...

Two Sacred Land Disciples, who had been murmuring to each other, suddenly saw Die Yi rolling toward them and asked with some confusion.

Die Yi dusted herself off and shook her head, offering a vague excuse to change the subject, "It’s nothing. Um, where are you two headed?"

They exchanged glances before replying, "We’re heading to Xiegu City. The only son of the Yang Family Head of Xiegu City seems to have been killed by an inexplicable Evil Cultivation..."

"Yeah, the scene was reportedly quite terrifying."

"Yang Erbao was supposed to have a Heavenly Sound Sand Body, right? He was talented enough to challenge for a spot on the Hidden Dragon List. Ah..."

"Sigh, there have been a lot of strange things happening lately, and they seem to be occurring more frequently. Several incidents also happened outside Jinling City in the South Wind Ancient Country, but those haven’t been reported to the Sacred Land."

"Well, Miss Die Yi... take your time getting up. We’ll be going now."