The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 454: Nothing nothing nothing_2

It has been several days since he had touched her like this. Thinking of Quan Shifang’s gaze upon her, recalling Miluo’s flirtation with her, Changtian felt a fire burning within him. At this moment, he wanted to bully her fiercely; yet, this cheeky girl wasn’t afraid at all. She giggled twice and reached out with her slender hands to caress his body. Her laughter tickled his heart like feathers, instantly igniting the passion he had been forcefully suppressing.

He still kissed her deeply, forcing her soft tongue to play with his, while his hands were not idle. He gripped the lapels of her top, and with a "rip" tore it in half, exposing the Black Scale Armor underneath. Ning Xiaoxian was groggy, and upon hearing the sound, she opened her eyes and couldn’t help but cry out in surprise, but her exclamation was immediately smothered by his lips and tongue, trapping the latter half of her cry in her throat.

The last time he had torn her clothes was a long time ago.

The Black Scale Armor, originally transformed from the skin of the Ba Snake, obediently slipped off her body at a flick of his finger. Ning Xiaoxian usually wore the armor close to her skin, so now all that remained was a black chest wrap. He had seen this garment many times, and, disliking its texture, he casually ripped it and tossed it aside.

Without the protection of the chest wrap, two little white rabbits bravely bounced out. Was it not normal for a snake to devour rabbits? And so, he dealt with them unreservedly, until she gasped and cried out in pain.

Compared to when she first left Shallow Water Village, this part of her had indeed become much fuller, no longer covered by a single hand. He thought contentedly, slowing the pace of his fondling, while the beauty beneath him arched her body impatiently, unconsciously thrusting her slender waist up, making it easier for him to proceed.

The pure black of the Black Stone Couch only made her appear more delicate with her lotus-like face and willow-like eyebrows, and her snowy complexion and blooming beauty stood out in stark contrast.

Normally, he would stop at this point, but today, her taste carried a faint saltiness, along with another scent, provoking his desire and urging him to continue.

He couldn’t help but think, maybe if he was gentler, she wouldn’t be too hurt?

Changtian traced down her snowy white flesh, a path he had never before taken. The girl’s body had never been touched like this, it felt ticklish, yet also numbing and thrilling, making Ning Xiaoxian involuntarily arch her body.

"Good girl, relax a little." While he coaxed her softly, one hand gently searched for her most sensitive spot.

His fingertips were a bit cold, sending a shiver through her, suddenly her eyes went wide.

This spot, here! She bit her lip, shaking her head and said, "Stop, stop now!"

Changtian ignored her, his hands beginning to move.

Suddenly, she felt a pleasure she had never experienced before wash over her body, feeling as if she were surrounded by a black flame, and a warm current starting to trickle down her abdomen.

This sensation was too terrifying. If she did not escape now, she feared she would sink into it and be utterly consumed.

"Stop!"

Ning Xiaoxian suddenly pushed hard against his broad chest with her hand. She used her Divine Power this time, and Changtian, caught off guard, was pushed back by her, his upper body leaning backward.

She was overjoyed. Rolling off the Black Stone Couch and moving swiftly, she managed to escape outside the Demon Transformation Spring. Her daily diligent practice had finally paid off—when it came to escaping, she had become quite proficient.

Finally... she was safe. She shakily clasped her torn clothes closed before turning to look at Changtian.

He was still sitting on the Black Stone Couch glaring at her, his black hair slightly disheveled, veins on his forehead bulging from rage, clearly angry about her act of fleeing. In his eyes flickered tiny flames of gold, clearly declaring the undiminished desire Changtian held for her.

She couldn’t help but feel some regret. She was lucky to have regained her senses in time, otherwise nearly twenty years of her nurturance would have been consumed by him. Alas, why did she always tease and provoke him? Knowing full well he was so frightening, how could she have ever thought he was a perfect gentleman who wouldn’t truly lay a hand on her?

"You... I..." She could only utter these two words before her voice failed her, swallowing before continuing, "You are really detestable!" Turning, she fled towards the Transmission Array. Until she vanished from that level, she could feel the scorching gaze on her back, almost igniting it.

She covered herself with the few pieces of torn clothing, her graceful figure faintly visible, which only made her more enticing. Changtian exercised all his restraint to keep from calling her back.

She went to the Fifth Floor, while he leaned back against the cold stone pillar, covering his face with his hands, muttering to himself, "This is really... maddening!" Just thinking about someone else pursuing her ignited his possessiveness.

Ning Xiaoxian returned to the log cabin on the Fifth Floor, her hands trembling as she drew water. She attached a Fiery Fire Talisman to the large wooden tub to heat the spring water before she slowly shed her shattered clothing and slipped into the tub.

"Changtian, don’t look!" She meant to sound assertive, but it came out half pleading, half coquettish.

He did not respond, and silence enveloped her.

She submerged her head in the water, curling her entire body. The tender ripples reminded her of his touch, his kisses, his gaze, so fiery, almost seeming hotter than the scalding spring water. Perhaps she should not have abruptly stopped their intimacy; she had a premonition that utter bliss awaited her.

But she was extremely frightened inside, unsure whether her actions were right or wrong. Every time she saw him struggling to resist, she felt sympathetic, yet the thought of yielding to his desires brought strong unease to her heart.

What should she do? Her mind was a mess.

Perhaps a quarter of an hour later, Ning Xiaoxian sighed with annoyance, stood up from the tub, dried her body and hair, and put on a new set of clothing. Oh well, she’d take it one step at a time; when faced with him, she always found it impossible to refuse. (To be continued. If you like this work, please go to qidian.com to cast your recommendation ticket, Monthly Ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)