666 Who Made You So Beautiful?
Jiang Huai didn’t expect this mission to be completed so easily.
Perhaps it was because Fang Moye was really ticklish. After a while, her eyelashes were already teary. No matter what, she couldn’t struggle free from her restraints. Even her slender white ankles were marked with red lines from the ropes. But she could only watch like this, her toes curled tightly, her lips occasionally forming a smile, yet she seemed on the verge of tears.
Jiang Huai took out a Divine Emperor Pearl Shard and handed it to Fang Moye, who was in front of him.
“Where are the other four?” Her voice still carried a hint of a tremble, neither crying nor not crying.
“Perhaps I didn’t cry hard enough, this is all it gave me.”
“Then what does it take to cry hard enough…”
“I guess…” Jiang Huai thought for a moment, then picked up the feather again and went before Fang Moye. He gently lifted her hand, and the feather reached her smooth, snow-white armpit.
There were many similar ticklish spots.
And it didn’t say it had to be a feather.
Jiang Huai, like a child playing a prank, poked her waist ribs with his fingertips. Before long, Fang Moye, unable to struggle and feeling extremely humiliated, obtained two more Divine Emperor Pearl Shards.
If it weren’t for her seeing Jiang Huai’s helpless expression, she would have suspected that Jiang Huai had colluded with the Divine Emperor to bully her together. But with only two Divine Emperor Pearl Shards, where were the remaining two?
Jiang Huai’s gaze swept down her again.
She seemed to guess where he would touch next, but at the next moment, Jiang Huai had already undone the Daoist magic of the Celestial Binding Rope. Just as she was about to say something more, Jiang Huai’s fingertip touched her lips. At this moment, it was as if he was sternly saying, “That’s enough.”
“Are you scared?” Fang Moye’s eyelashes were still wet with tears.
She wasn’t afraid.
“Too much is as bad as too little.” Jiang Huai spread his small hands. “There’s still plenty of time. If the missions from now on aren’t enough, we’ll talk about it later. Anyway, the missions are there and can still be done.”
Fang Moye stared at him straight in the eyes for several seconds, then finally snorted coldly and said nothing.
She just angrily raised her slender, white foot, lifting her snow-white, long, beautiful leg very high. Even the hem of her skirt slipped down a bit, and her toes pressed against Jiang Huai’s lips. It was only then that she slowly spoke, “Disrespectful.”
This probably referred to Jiang Huai previously covering her lips with his finger to stop her from speaking.
Jiang Huai naturally refused to back down. He lowered his head and gently bit her. Instantly, her snow-white leg retracted as if shocked by electricity. Her eyes, filled with both wariness and a grumble, looked at him. “Why are you like a puppy?”
Jiang Huai thought, *How do you know Chu Xianning calls me a little bitch dog every day?*
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Jiang Huai began to earnestly cultivate the Heaven Mending Divine Art.
He used to be very lazy about cultivation. Now, he suddenly realized that being able to cultivate with focus was a good thing. It would reduce distractions and unnecessary thoughts.
Fang Moye was either there or not there, it was truly vexing.
Fang Moye sat to the side, basking lazily in the sun. If he had any questions, he would ask Fang Moye, and she would gently answer him. If Jiang Huai was thirsty, he would point to the tea bowl, and Fang Moye would personally pour him tea. However, after pouring, she would inevitably extend her finger resentfully and gently poke his forehead.
After a day of cultivation, Jiang Huai felt a bit dizzy. He stood up, took a big gulp of tea, and rubbed his temples. Fang Moye was also preparing to go to the kitchen to make dinner. Just as she stood up, she suddenly heard Jiang Huai ask, “What color are Ancestral Master’s underwear?”
“How many pieces?”
“One.”
Fang Moye clutched her skirt, but she didn’t feel as ashamed as before. Instead, she quickly lifted her skirt until Jiang Huai’s gaze fell upon her dark underwear. Although her clothing was simple, her underwear was very seductive.
As if sensing Jiang Huai’s surprise, Fang Moye snorted, “The Divine Emperor bought them for me back then. I’ve been wearing them for many years.”
“Oh…”
This time, it was Jiang Huai’s turn to feel guilty. He took out a Divine Emperor Pearl Shard and gave it to Fang Moye. Fang Moye snorted coldly, then lowered her skirt and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
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After dinner, Jiang Huai decided to go to Baiye Mountain alone for a walk.
Fang Moye didn’t follow, of course. Jiang Huai wandered around Baiye Mountain for a long time and found a suitable pond with many spirit fish in it. He hesitated for a long time whether to cast his line and fish, but in the end, he gave up.
He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t.
When Jiang Huai returned to the courtyard, it was late at night. He figured Fang Moye must be asleep. Just as he was about to return to his room, he faintly heard a very soft hum from the direction of the bathhouse. Jiang Huai was startled, and then he heard a “ding” in his ear.
This time, it was again to spy on Fang Moye bathing.
The reward was five Divine Emperor Pearl Shards.
After some hesitation, Jiang Huai used the Star Escape technique and quietly arrived at the edge of the bathhouse. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen women masturbate; in fact, he had seen quite a lot. Because it was very seductive, it often became a part of the intimate play between him and Wanwan. While bullying Fufu, he would watch Wanwan masturbate. If Wanwan couldn’t finish before Fufu (…), then Wanwan would be bullied by both Jiang Huai’s and Fufu’s fingertips.
Fang Moye’s masturbation was restrained and slow, her sounds delicate, as pleasant as a kitten’s. She didn’t notice Jiang Huai’s presence. Jiang Huai hid among the dappled light under the peach tree by the bathhouse until everything was finally over. Jiang Huai also heard the mission completion prompt in his ear. He quietly left from under the peach tree until Fang Moye, wearing her nightgown, walked out.
Jiang Huai waited for her there, holding five Divine Emperor Pearl Shards in his hand.
Fang Moye was stunned, her steps faltering. “Where did these come from?”
“Spying on Ancestral Master bathing, just now.”
Fang Moye instantly bit her lip, her body stiffening. Her face showed a mixture of shyness and anger, of appearing to cry and then laugh. Finally, she just turned her face away, snatched all the Divine Emperor Pearl Shards from his hand, and, as if fleeing, walked towards her room.
After taking a few steps, she stopped again. Thinking of something, she turned back to look at him. “When I obtain enough Divine Emperor Pearl Shards to break through to the Divine Emperor realm, I will send you back to White Dew Mountain.”
“Okay.”
“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m in such a hurry to get rid of you?”
“No need to ask.”
“I insist on telling you.”
“Then, tell me.”
Fang Moye’s voice became a little softer now, tinged with a hint of distress. “Ever since you came to the courtyard, one round of self-gratification isn’t enough anymore.”
Jiang Huai thought, *Is this my fault too?*
But he had to admit he was a little responsible, so he just nodded. “How many more are needed approximately?”
“Sixty-seven,” Fang Moye replied.
“That should be soon.”
Fang Moye didn’t rush back to her room. She just stood with her back to Jiang Huai, her slender waist remarkably straight under the moonlight. After a moment of silence, she slowly said, “I wonder then… what will my body be like when you’ve toyed with it.”
“I don’t think Ancestral Master should blame me.”
“I’m not blaming you.” Fang Moye was silent for a moment. “The Divine Emperor could have solved my innate seductive bone problem years ago, but she never mentioned it. Was it all to wait for this moment?”
There seemed to be some resentment in her voice, but this time, Jiang Huai gently shook his head. “A small kindness can be repaid with ingratitude.”
Fang Moye was taken aback. After thinking about it, it seemed to make sense. “Then I won’t resent her, nor will I resent you.”
“Then who should Ancestral Master resent?”
“Myself!”
With that, Fang Moye hurried back to her room. The door was shut by her, and even the light was quickly extinguished. Jiang Huai was neither impatient nor annoyed. He simply rested his head on the table alone, basking in the moonlight for a while. Then he remembered he still had plenty of fine wine to drink, so he took out a pot and filled his cup.
So troublesome.
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Jiang Huai got drunk again.
Perhaps it was too lonely to drink alone, so he got drunk quickly. The world began to sway again before his eyes. He lay his head on the table, and after an unknown amount of time, Fang Moye’s cold voice echoed in his ear, “Why are you drinking alone again?”
“I wanted to drink.”
“Should I have thrown a tantrum?” Fang Moye sat down opposite him, her voice no longer as proud and cold as before.
“Not really. In any case, Ancestral Master is never wrong. Having tantrums is a good thing. Having tantrums means you still have emotions, and if you have emotions, you still have attachments to the world, and you won’t be so lonely.”
“Then did I make you unhappy?”
“Not really, I just wanted to drink, so I drank.” Jiang Huai answered truthfully.
“You’re lying.”
“If I say no, then no.”
“Then share a pot of wine with me.”
Jiang Huai took out a pot of wine and pushed it towards her. He said softly, “Ancestral Master, please help yourself.”
Fang Moye didn’t say anything more. She just slowly drank the entire pot of wine. After finishing, she, like Jiang Huai, lay her head on the table, basking in the moonlight in the courtyard. The moonlight was slightly cold, not as warm as last night.
“Do you have anything troubling you? Tell Ancestral Master.”
“No.”
“Your personality is a bit like Ningning’s.” Fang Moye suddenly thought of something and reached out to gently poke his cheek, as if teasing a child. Her other hand cradled his cheek. “You keep everything bottled up inside and never tell outsiders.”
Jiang Huai was instantly a bit helpless. He looked up at her. Her delicate fingers were still in front of him. He suddenly leaned closer and took a light bite. Fortunately, Fang Moye dodged quickly. She let out a soft hum, not letting Jiang Huai bite her this time.
“What’s wrong with telling me?”
Jiang Huai was silent for a moment, then thought, “I’m a little scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“The same thing Ancestral Master is scared of.”
“Hmm?” This “hmm” was the second tone.
“I’m thinking… if I complete a bunch of messy missions, will I develop more improper thoughts about Ancestral Master?”
“Just don’t have them then.”
“Easier said than done.” Jiang Huai sighed.
“Then have them.” Fang Moye tilted her chin up, her eyes looking at him proudly yet tenderly. “What’s it to you?”
Jiang Huai, however, waved his hands and shook his head helplessly. “Of course, I can’t. After thinking about it, I still have to blame Ancestral Master.”
“Blame me?” Fang Moye tilted her head.
“Who made you so beautiful? If I don’t blame you, who else should I blame?”
Thinking this, Jiang Huai’s mind felt much clearer. He then looked at Fang Moye innocently. “A mission has been triggered, Ancestral Master.”
“What?”
“Ten slaps,” Jiang Huai answered truthfully, his eyes clear.
Fang Moye thought that Jiang Huai in front of her was perhaps also a freak. It was as if after he said she was too beautiful, he had suddenly let go of his feelings, truly a strange person.
Now, she reluctantly got up and propped herself on the stone table, her waist slightly sinking and her snow-white buttocks raised, creating an especially exaggerated curve. Jiang Huai stood behind her, raising his hand high.
He was muttering to himself.
“Who made you so good-looking!”
