Chapter 139: Sneaking a Bite! Saintess, Your Lips Are a Little Sweet!

Moonlight like water spilled over the high wall covered in Bone-Gnawing Vines.

The air was so quiet that one could almost hear the heartbeat of the two.

Saintess Ji Wushuang leaned against the crooked-necked tree, looking at the handsome face getting closer and closer in front of her, and her breathing grew hurried.

"You… What do you want to eat?"

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. The arrogant and domineering air she usually had as a Saintess had long flown to the highest heavens. At this moment, she was like a little girl falling in love for the first time, both expectant and nervous.

Even subconsciously, she closed her eyes and slightly raised her rosy, alluring chin.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, resembling two small fans.

Looking at her look of a willing maiden ready to be plucked, the bad smile at the corner of Gu Lan's mouth grew even wider.

He lowered his head and slowly approached.

Closer.

Even closer.

Saintess Ji Wushuang could even feel his warm breath spraying on her face, carrying a faint, refreshing Qi.

Just at the moment when their lips were about to touch.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound broke the silence.

Saintess Ji Wushuang suddenly opened her eyes.

She saw that Gu Lan did not kiss her, but instead…

Took a bite and ate the unfinished half of the spiritual fruit in her hand!

"Mph… So sweet!"

Gu Lan chewed on the fruit pulp while speaking vaguely, his face still wearing an expression of a successful wicked plot.

"Especially after being stained with your saliva, it's even sweeter."

Saintess Ji Wushuang: "…"

The air froze for three seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a monstrous rage erupted from Saintess Ji Wushuang's chest.

"Gu! Lan!"

"You are playing with me?!"

She trembled with anger, raising her fists to pound him.

To think she was still expecting it just now! To think her heartbeat almost jumped out of her throat!

This bastard actually just wanted to eat fruit?!

"Aiya, don't generate Life Qi."

Gu Lan wrapped his hand around her pink fist and smoothly pulled her into his embrace.

"Although the fruit is sweet, but…"

He suddenly restrained his playful smile, his eyes turning deep and scorching.

"Not as sweet as you."

Before his voice fell.

He lowered his head, this time without any hesitation, and directly kissed that small mouth that was still chattering away.

"Mph!!!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang's pupils shrank abruptly, and the rest of her words were all blocked back.

This time, it was not the kind of touch that stopped at a shallow taste, but a full-scale aggressive capture.

Gu Lan's hand cupped the back of her head, not letting her escape, and the tip of his tongue pried open her pearly teeth, greedily extracting her bodily fluids and Qi.

Saintess Ji Wushuang originally still wanted to resist, wanting to bite him.

But surrounded by that familiar and domineering Pure Yang Body Qi, her body instantly softened, her hands weakly grasping Gu Lan's lapels, and her mind became a mess.

She could only passively endure, and even… began to clumsily respond.

I don't know how much time had passed.

Until Saintess Ji Wushuang felt like she was about to suffocate, Gu Lan reluctantly let her go.

"Hoo… Hoo…"

The two pressed forehead to forehead, panting heavily.

Saintess Ji Wushuang's lips were red and swollen, and her eyes were watery. The look she gave Gu Lan was filled with shyness, annoyance, and… unfulfillment.

"You… Are you a dog?"

She reached out a finger and pressed it on Gu Lan's lips, finding that the skin was broken.

"Who told you to want to bite me just now?"

Gu Lan licked his lips with an expression of lingering flavor.

"This is called an eye for an eye."

"However… Saintess's taste is indeed much better than the Five-Poison Soup."

"Rogue!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang spat softly, but did not push him away, instead resting her head on his shoulder, enjoying this rare tranquil time.

"Hey, blockhead."

After a while, she suddenly spoke, her voice sounding a bit muffled.

"What is it?"

"That Old Hag… Is she really that powerful?"

Gu Lan was stunned for a moment, then reacted to what she was asking.

"You mean cultivation? That must be unfathomable, probably already Nascent Soul Late Stage, or even half-step Soul Transformation."

"I'm not talking about cultivation!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang pinched his waist.

"I'm talking about… that aspect!"

"I saw that she took you into her bedchamber for so long, and when you came out, your face was all rosy…"

"Does she… have any special harvesting methods?"

Gu Lan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

How could this girl's thought process always wander off to that aspect?

"You are overthinking it."

Gu Lan rubbed her head.

"I purely gave her a massage, really."

"Massage?" Saintess Ji Wushuang looked unconvinced, "Can a massage be that Soul-stirring? I heard the commotion downstairs!"

"That's because of good techniques!" Gu Lan puffed out his chest, "The technicians coming out of Nuanxiang Pavilion are all professionals!"

"Tch."

Saintess Ji Wushuang curled her lips, a trace of craftiness flashing in her eyes.

"Since your technique is so good…"

"Then from now on, you must massage me every day!"

"And you are not allowed to cover your eyes like you served that Old Hag!"

"You must open your eyes wide and look at this palace properly!"

"Alright, alright, alright, everything depends on you."

Gu Lan agreed dotingly, but secretly groaned in his heart.

One Female Demon Lord would already take his old life, plus a Saintess…

Did he still want these hands?

"Right."

Gu Lan suddenly remembered something, and pulled out the map left by the previous Sword-Wielding Envoy from his embrace.

"Shuanger, how much do you know about the Cult Master?"

"Especially… her old injuries."

Mentioning old injuries, Saintess Ji Wushuang's expression became slightly more serious.

"You noticed it too?"

She sighed.

"That was a hundred years ago, before the Cult Master unified the Demonic Cult, left behind when she broke into the 'Nine Nether Demonic Abyss' alone to fight for the position of Cult Master."

"It is said that the cold Qi there is biting, capable of freezing even the Soul."

"Although the Cult Master successfully obtained the Legacy, she thus contracted the root cause of cold poison, which would flare up every night of the full moon, causing excruciating pain."

"This is also why she has always wanted to find a Pure Yang Body."

Saintess Ji Wushuang looked at Gu Lan, her eyes somewhat complex.

"Actually… the Cult Master is also quite pitiful."

"Over the years, in order to suppress the cold poison, she has suffered a lot, and her personality has become increasingly eccentric."

"But to us cult members, she is actually quite good, at least much better than those previous Cult Masters who only treated Disciples as cannon fodder."

Gu Lan nodded.

It seems that this Female Demon Lord is also a person with a story.

"However!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang changed the subject, turning fierce again.

"Pity is pity! But this does not mean you can harbor thoughts about her!"

"If you dare to like that Old Hag…"

She pulled a gleaming dagger from her boot and waved it in front of Gu Lan.

"I will first cut off your crime tool, and then commit suicide!"

Gu Lan only felt a chill between his legs, quickly clamping his legs tight.

"I wouldn't dare! Absolutely wouldn't dare!"

"There is only Shuanger in my heart!"

"Hmph, that's more like it."

Saintess Ji Wushuang put away the dagger and looked at the sky.

"It's very late, I should go back too."

"If the patrolling law enforcement team finds me here with you, it will definitely cause trouble again."

She stood up and patted the grass debris on her buttocks.

"Remember to come bring me breakfast tomorrow morning!"

"You are not allowed to be late! You are not allowed to bring Five-Poison Soup!"

"Got it." Gu Lan responded helplessly.

Saintess Ji Wushuang walked to the wall, suddenly turned her head back, and hooked her finger at Gu Lan.

"What?" Gu Lan leaned over.

"Mwah!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang tiptoed, kissed him hard on the face, leaving a clear lipstick mark.

"Sealing it with a stamp."

"You are this palace's private property, no one can snatch you away!"

After speaking, she used her lightness skill, leaping over the high wall like a nimble swallow, and disappeared into the night.

Gu Lan touched the moist mark on his face and looked at the empty wall top, the corners of his mouth rising unconsciously.

"This girl… is quite sweet."

He turned around and returned to Hidden Sword Pavilion, lying on the bed.

Although he experienced so many twists and turns tonight, his mood was unexpectedly good.

It's just…

When he closed his eyes, preparing to sleep.

In his mind, Ye Hongzhuang's perfect back curve involuntarily emerged, along with that lazy "comfortable"…

"Damn!"

Gu Lan suddenly sat up and poured a large pot of cold tea for himself.

"This soft rice… is really hard to eat!"

"Tomorrow I still have to go be the personal bodyguard for that 'Old Hag'…"

"I hope I can save my little life."