novelraw Chapter 282: Immortal Venerable, Fallen to Demonic Ways 11
Chapter 282: Immortal Venerable, Fallen to Demonic Ways 11
As he spoke, Du Lao’er clutched his shoulder, his breathing erratic as he staggered out.
Su Yan turned her head to look at Xiao Yu, and after observing him carefully, she said,
"No internal injuries, a few days’ rest should suffice."
Feng Yu bowed his head, concealing the emotion in his eyes.
His voice was soft, gentle.
"Sect Hierarch"
"Hmm?"
She listened intently but heard nothing more from him.
Instead, silence fell.
Su Yan took his hand,
"Let’s return and talk there."
"Yes"
Xiao Yu responded softly.
At this moment, Su Yan heard Xiao Hua’s voice in her mind,
"Ding dong, a star lights up. Keep going, Host!"
At the same time, Su Yan also saw a golden star appear beside her eye.
Clad in her gorgeous red attire, Su Yan’s beauty was like a striking scenery wherever she went.
What a pity though, this scenery was poisonous, one cannot look carelessly.
By the time the two returned to the palace.
They shut the palace doors.
Pulled him to sit down before a chair.
She examined his face from both sides.
The left side had swollen from the slap, turning from red to blue-ish.
But... As Su Yan looked from side to side,
Why was the right side of his face also red?
She remembered that only the left side was hit, wasn’t it?
She reached out, lifting his chin, a bottle of golden sore medicine in her hand.
Gently applying the medicine bit by bit.
Then she watched him, his clear eyes slowly tinged with bloodshot, the spot under Su Yan’s fingertip on his chin felt warm and became slightly reddish.
Su Yan frowned,
"Where else did he hit you?"
Could it be his True Qi got disrupted?
Pure Cultivation and Demon Cultivation really differ.
She extended her hand to examine him.
But as soon as her hand touched the knot of his waistband, her hand got caught.
"Umm..."
His thin lips, unexpectedly turned a deep red, emitting a muffled groan.
That sound was much like... unfulfilled desire.
The next second, Su Yan was completely enveloped in someone’s embrace.
"Hot"
His voice, Qing Qian, now hoarse, carried a different tone, becoming tantalizing.
Su Yan hugged him, gazing at him carefully.
Keep in mind, our comrade Su Yan is very pure.
Reaction to an aphrodisiac?
She had heard of it, but never witnessed it.
Hence, to her, his condition seemed off.
She blinked,
"Very hot?"
She asked aloud.
Xiao Yu nodded, pressing his hands against her slender waist, rubbing incessantly.
Su Yan silently reached out to help him disrobe.
Grabbing a teacup beside her, its contents cool.
She brought the cup to Feng Yu’s lips,
"Take a sip."
Feng Yu’s throat moved, his lips parting slightly.
For some reason, the scene seemed incredibly provocative.
Su Yan watched, finding herself momentarily dazed.
It appeared that, due to the cold tea, Feng Yu’s expression sobered for an instant.
A torrent of thoughts surged through his mind.
Probably, it was those medicine pills.
Though he had spat them out, some had dissolved in his mouth.
Seeing his reactions now, he guessed it was an aphrodisiac.
He looked at the woman before him.
Feeling desire stir from within.
With every touch of her fingers, it sparked flames everywhere.
Feng Yu remained silent.
Gazing at Su Yan, if it were her, it wasn’t that intolerable.
He thought to himself.
In his mind’s eye, memories of his time with Su Yan flickered rapidly.
Though it was a brief companionship.
To him, it was memorably deep.
She liked holding his hand.
She’d handed him the Lingxiao Heart Method with a stern face.
She stood emotionless, shielding him behind her, even willing to confront Poison Man head-on.