The Protagonist Just Wants To Falling In Love - Chap 913
Now they have become sane.
A strand of black hair fell on “Chu Shun”‘s lips. This scene mixed with sadistic beauty once again brought Ling Yugeng back to the hot cave.
What happened, happened.
”Chu Shun” stuck out the tip of his tongue, and the wet tongue rolled up a strand of ink hair. His lips moved upward slightly, touching his line of sight. Ling Yugeng’s eyes dimmed, and he raised his hand to pinch his chin, sinking his fingertips into it. In the soft flesh beside his cheek, the bright red lips were slightly pursed, and a small tip of his tongue was pressed against his lower lip.
Ling Yugeng leaned down, “Chu Shun”‘s eyes flashed slightly, revealing that he was bound to win.
Ling Yugeng crossed his cheek, intertwined with his neck, and pressed his lips to his ear, “Don’t speculate on my thoughts.” “Put away
these little tricks of yours.” The deep voice was gentler than ever before, “You are not him. ”
His indulgence seems to be limited.
The warmth in “Chu Shun”‘s arms faded away. Ling Yugeng let go of him, stood up, walked to a place ten meters away from him and sat down cross-legged. “Chu Shun” lay there without moving. After a while, he turned his head and looked at Ling Yugeng over there.
The man was dressed in white and meditating with his eyes closed.
”Chu Shun” sat up from the ground, stood up, and walked over. When he arrived in front of him, Ling Yugeng didn’t open his eyes. He sat down next to him, leaned over, and his breath fell on Ling Yugeng’s cheek. Ling Yugeng was as motionless as a mountain.
The breath was warm, lasting for a moment on his cheek, and then moved away. There was a rustling sound, Ling Yugeng’s legs sank, and his closed eyelashes trembled twice.
After a long time, Ling Yugeng opened his eyes, lowered his head, and saw “Chu Shun” lying on his side, his head resting on his lap, and half of his face was slightly reddish.
It was already dark, and in another room in the courtyard, Chu Shun was lying on his side on the bed, murmuring “Master”.
The final sound dissipated in the room.
The next day, the second round of sect competition began.
In Kunlun’s huge competition arena, barriers were set up around the edges of the arenas. The heads of the major sects sat on the viewing stage, and the disciples took turns taking the field. By Chen time, less than half of the disciples had been eliminated.
The defeated disciple picked up his weapon and left with a pale face. In this kind of sect competition, everyone usually would not go too far.
Ling Yugeng was sitting on the stage, with a pot of fine wine and some food in front of him. By coincidence, sitting on his left was a white-bearded elder from one of the four sword sects.
In the original work, this elder was the one who took Chu Shun into his sect after he won the competition, and later cleared the sect and ordered him to be hunted down – the upright Elder Xu.
The other party disdains talking to the Hehuan Sect, a cancer in the world of cultivation. From the beginning to now, except for the first time they met and nodded, he has never spoken to Ling Yugeng again.
To Ling Yugeng’s right was the leader of the Qinghuan sect, which only accepted female cultivators. The leader covered his face with a white silk handkerchief, so his face could not be seen clearly. He had a gentle and polite temperament and had a polite chat with Ling Yugeng.
There was the sound of peeling pine nuts next to him, but within a moment, there was already a small pile of pine nuts in the shape of a small mountain on the plate in Ling Yugeng’s hand.
Chu Shun grew up working as a child laborer, and it was very easy for him to peel and cook the food for Ling Yugeng. Ling Yugeng was also used to his filial piety. He paid attention to Chu Shun’s reaction when he saw the sword sect elder, but Chu Shun looked like a child. There was nothing unusual. She lowered her eyes to his side, finished peeling pine nuts, and then peeled oranges.
”No need.” Ling Yugeng wiped his hands with a handkerchief and said, “We will go on stage later, so don’t do this.” ”
Yes.” Chu Shun let him wipe his hands with a handkerchief and lowered his head. He looked at Ling Yugeng’s lowered eyes.
After wiping his hands, Ling Yugeng put the handkerchief aside. The leader of the Qinghuan Sect next to Ling Yugeng covered his face with a fan and glanced at them.
”Is this the disciple of Sect Master Ling?” Qing Huan sent Rong, the head of Qing Huan, to ask, his voice as melodious as an oriole.
Ling Yugeng: “Exactly.”
”I have heard before that the disciples of the Hehuan Sect are as beautiful as flowers. I thought it was just spreading lies, but now I see that I am really ashamed of myself.” ”
Everyone says that the disciples of the Qinghuan Sect are weak swordsmen . He is as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon. When we meet
him today, he is well-deserved.” The two complimented each other a few words, and the leader of Rong felt that they were in love and said that he should visit the Hehuan Sect next time he had the opportunity.
Chu Shunshun took away the handkerchief on the table, lowered his head to wipe his fingers, and stuffed the handkerchief into his waist. Looking at the two people chatting happily, his eyes fell lightly on the back of the man’s neck.
Ling Yugeng felt a dangerous aura lingering around him, which made him tense up involuntarily. He paid attention to Chu Shun behind him from the corner of his eye, and could only see his robe. The tense atmosphere did not dissipate until it was almost Chu Shun’s turn to come on stage.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Chu Shun’s blackening level has now dropped to a safe value. I wonder if he still has any grudge against the people who bullied him and humiliated him in his previous life.
”Sect Master Ling, this disciple of yours is practicing the ruthless way?” Headmaster Rong said as he looked at Chu Shun who came on stage.
Chu Shun’s opponent was Chu Beishao, his half-brother.
In the original plot, he fought with the opponent for a long time before winning the competition.
”Yes.” Ling Yugeng knew that the Qinghuan Sect had insights into the ruthless path, so he asked a few more questions.
When Qing Huan sends his disciples to a certain stage, they will go to the mortal world to experience love tribulations. He asked if this method is effective.
”The calamity of love is a calamity, but how can it be so easy to survive.” Master Rong said meaningfully, taking a sip of water from the tea cup, “I’m afraid it will be difficult for you, a disciple, to walk this way.”
Ling Yugeng His eyebrows wrinkled, his heart sank slightly, and he lowered his eyes and thought for a moment.
On the ring, Chu Shun held a sword in his hand and fought a decisive battle with Chu Beishao on the opposite side.
”You give up, I don’t want to hurt you.” Chu Beishao said.
There was no sadness or joy on Chu Shun’s face, and his voice became clearer: “Draw the sword.”
