Qingyi paused for a brief mont when he heard that question.
Yes, he obviously wanted it, in fact, he would take it, he had already set taking that sword as one of his goals on this island, and he wouldn’t give up so easily.
He knew the dangers, but this was the world of cultivation, every step was full of risks.
"Yes," he replied, and Yueli’s shoulders shook slightly.
Turning her back, she focused her gaze on the throne.
"Master was also full of confidence... she said that we would finally have soone to sit on that throne, that when she returned, we would be free to take what was rightfully ours."
She stepped forward, touching the soft, delicate fabric that cushioned the seat.
This was no ordinary throne; it was surrounded by spiritual matrices that spread throughout the temple.
If activated, they could increase the density of Qi in the area by an imasurable amount.
"I was 20 at the ti she left us, saying she’d be back for my birthday..."
Her voice halted for a brief mont, her eyes a little watery.
"I’ve been waiting fifteen years..." She turned her gaze to Qingyi.
She felt strange.
Qingyi had only arrived a few days ago, two weeks if she counted the ti he was asleep because of his injuries.
But even so, her heart sank the mont she thought of the idea of him dying in the sa way as his master.
It was strange, uncomfortable, like an anchor dragging her down.
She couldn’t understand it, but she knew one thing for sure: she didn’t want to see him die.
Qingyi obviously sensed this pain in her gaze.
His eyes carried complex emotions as he took a step closer to Yueli.
"Don’t worry," he forced the warst smile he could muster, placing his hand on her head and patting it. "I’m not going to die foolishly, I have my ways of escaping... the sa way I got here."
Yueli lowered her head, her cheeks flushed a fiery red, but soon, she also forced a smile onto her face.
Her chest still ached, but living in fear wouldn’t solve anything, she knew that.
There were long seconds of silence between them before Qingyi finally scratched the back of his head.
"You’re going to buy supplies, right? I’d like to go with you, I want to take a look at the village too."
"Oh... of course." Qin Yueli straightened her posture.
She took a step towards the exit, but soon stopped, rembering sothing.
"So... we only have one horse in the temple, I hope it won’t be a problem if we go..." her voice died away, her face blushing, "together..."
The thought made her breathing quicken.
"I can walk, don’t worry. In fact, I think it would be a bit quicker," Qingyi smiled awkwardly.
"N-no, it’s okay. Bluey’s a strong girl, she has no problem carrying both of us..."
’Bluey?’ Qingyi turned his face slightly, it sounded like a na coming straight from a child.
Shaking his head, he just followed Yueli until they reached the temple stables.
It was relatively empty, except for a mare with white fur and beautiful blue eyes.
Although it wasn’t a spirit mount, it was still a powerful animal, Qingyi had to admit.
Yueli grabbed her reins gently, before, with a small impulse, mounting her.
Qingyi followed soon after, mounting behind Yueli.
His lap was soon taken up by Yueli’s ass as she looked for a more comfortable position, her two pale, perfect, plump orbs sinking between Qingyi’s legs.
She felt the exact mont a dragon awoke in his pants, the bulge pressing against her juicy ass’s deep valley.
[Qin Yueli’s Lust increased by 5%].
[Qin Yueli’s Corruption increased by 2 points, 5 lust points].
"Nghn~~" A suppressed groan escaped her lips as she flicked the reins for Bluey to start moving.
The increase in her cultivation lessened the effect of Qingyi’s bloodline on her, but it was still hard to resist.
Soon, they left the temple gates, Bluey’s walk turning into a light trot that only made Yueli’s situation even worse.
With every step Bluey took, her body moved, her ass being pushed forward before slamming back into Qingyi’s lap, a soft, wet slap echoing down the trail they followed.
[Qin Yueli’s Lust increased by 15%].
[Qin Yueli’s Corruption increased by 2 points, 5 lust points].
"Mghm~~" She clung tightly to the reins, feeling the bulge between Qingyi’s pants getting even bigger and a slight dampness trickling down her thighs.
Was it really supposed to be that big?
"Ugh~~?" A confused moan escaped her lips when she felt Qingyi’s hands wrap around her hips.
"Q-qingyi, what are you- ghn~" Her protest was interrupted when one of Qingyi’s hands ca up, grabbing her huge breasts tightly, feeling the soft skin spilling out between his fingers.
[Qin Yueli’s Lust increased by 25%].
[Qin Yueli’s corruption increased by 5 points, 10 lust points].
Qingyi smiled slightly at those notifications.
His initial plan was not to take Yueli right then and there, but who was he to deny such an opportunity?
His free hand moved down from her hips to her crotch, finally finding her pussy’s pale, wet and soft mound.
He sank a single finger between the deep, plump valley, the fabric of her dress doing little to prevent him from reaching the pink interior.
"Gghnn~" Yueli clung to his thighs, her back arching and her ass pressing even harder against his cock, which sank between the voluptuous masses of flesh.
Qingyi plunged a second finger into her pussy, using his other hand to grasp a pink nipple, massaging it with his fingertips.
Every little movent drew an even more depraved moan from her.
Sensing her lust reaching 100%, he finally acted, turning her head towards him before kissing her.
At first, her lips resisted, but soon she began to respond, clumsily and inexpertly, but still sweet, sweet and pleasurable.
Their lips parted and their eyes focused on each other.
"I’ve already taken Elize as my woman..." he said, and Yueli shuddered.
"Would you like to be my woman too?"
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