In front of the sapling of the Parasol Tree of Huangyu Palace, Pei Wanyu and Huang Ningshang stood on opposite sides, gazing at each other. Pei Wanyu’s eyes were filled with an obvious curiosity.
"Senior Sister, are you going to see your mother?"
Taking a cup of warm water from Mu Qingyue, Lu Jin’an quietly asked, "You probably have a lot to say, right?"
"Not used to it." Mu Qingyue replied indifferently.
After all, they didn’t spend much ti together before she was born from the Phoenix Egg, so indeed she’s not accustod to it.
Furthermore, when they t previously in the Southern Great Realm under the Parasol Tree, Mu Qingyue held other improper thoughts in her heart, hence she still didn’t know how to face Huang Ningshang at the mont.
Seeing Senior Sister’s expression, Lu Jin’an chuckled, then asked, "What about Qiu Qingtang?"
Mu Qingyue shook her head, "After Junior Brother left, she also disappeared, not sure where she went."
"I see..."
Lu Jin’an squinted slightly, and at this mont, a rather apprehensive Zhiyu approached, tentatively tugging on Lu Jin’an’s garnt hem, revealing a sweet smile: "Master, that unfamiliar aunt said... Master can recover quickly, by drinking Zhiyu’s blood, right?"
Listening to her silly tone, Lu Jin’an lowered his head to look at her, slowly speaking, "Turn into big Zhiyu."
"Oh?"
Zhiyu blinked her eyes. Isn’t this what Master likes?
"Transform."
"Oh."
Zhiyu obediently responded, and then, surrounded by dark Dragon Qi, the over two-ter-tall Zhiyu re-entered Lu Jin’an’s sight, her tall silhouette stretching under the shade with an indescribable beauty.
Looking at Zhiyu’s crystal-clear eyes at the mont, Lu Jin’an slowly spoke, "In the Demon World, good disciple really had quite the bravado, even dared to threaten Master, huh?"
The plan to stabilize the Dragon Clan with Zhiyu was indeed his idea, but Zhiyu’s cooperation was not pre-discussed.
He wouldn’t doubt Zhiyu’s intentions, just purely wanted to ’teach a lesson’ to this disciple who didn’t consult with Master.
Upon hearing this, Zhiyu’s body slightly trembled, her clear heterochromatic eyes taking on a hint of grievance and caution, even though she could guess Master wasn’t truly angry, she still felt a bit uneasy.
Her elegant nose gently twitched a few tis, eventually, her body softened, kneeling in front of Lu Jin’an, earnestly performing a master-disciple salute: "Master, Zhiyu was wrong."
Seeing the particularly tall Zhiyu at this mont, Lu Jin’an couldn’t help but have a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, it’s indeed great to be a Master.
As the thought flashed through his mind, Lu Jin’an was about to continue speaking, when he saw Zhiyu, after looking up at him once, begin to quietly take off her Immortal Clothes.
Upper garnt, skirt, silk pants, Luo Socks, embroidered shoes...
Zhiyu neatly folded them on the ground beside her after taking them off, then she perford another kneeling salute.
The dappled sunlight poured through the tree shade onto her beautifully arched back, exuding a shimring luster.
She’s so large that in this posture, the alluring curves spilling from her sides were particularly striking, thus a seductive atmosphere akin to ’defeated’ presented itself before Lu Jin’an.
Lu Jin’an’s breath slightly stalled, though his body was still very weak, he nonetheless had a slight reaction.
"Master, Zhiyu really was wrong~"
Forehead touching her fingertips on the back of her hands, Zhiyu spoke again, her voice low, clearly a dignified voice yet inexplicably soft and glutinous.
At this mont, a parched Lu Jin’an drank the cup of warm water, then slowly spoke.
"Don’t just admit verbally, your body must admit wrongdoing too..."
Zhiyu raised her head, moved forward a bit, then extended her hands, and a slightly playful voice made Lu Jin’an’s mouth twitch slightly.
"Master’s really weak now~"
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