What? Can You Become Stronger By Licking My Sister?

"Looking at you like this, you seem to understand?" The woman looked at Yang Xu calmly and asked quietly.

Yang Xu was silent at first, and then tentatively confirmed to him, "You mean, Wanxuan, the second method of awakening the body, the key lies in whether my yang body is comparable to my yin body. blend?"

The woman nodded, "Yes, only the Yuan Yang of the Supreme Yang body can fully awaken the Supreme Yin body without any side effects."

"How did you know?"

"It's recorded in ancient books." The woman said calmly.

"You clearly know there is a better solution, so why do you..."

The woman interrupted what Yang Xu was saying.

"Although there are records in ancient books about the simultaneous appearance of Yin and Yang, such a case has never happened in mainland history. After all, the conditions for the simultaneous emergence of Yin and Yang are too harsh."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be so impulsive and attack her."

Hearing these words, Yang Xu fell into silence.

At this moment, he completely believed the woman's statement.

His face couldn't help but show a hint of tangle, but it was more solemn.

He just asked Xiao Tong how long it would be until the nearest lunar year, lunar month, lunar day, and the reply he got was that there was still one year and three months.

It would take one year and three months to pierce the window and completely confirm the relationship with Wanxuan. To be honest, Yang Xu didn't have much confidence, after all, this time was too short.

In addition, they still have a brother-sister relationship.

Under such a barrier, not only was it difficult to make progress between Mu Wanxuan and him, it would also be like walking through a muddy path, stumbling and stumbling.

"You seem... to be confused?" The woman observed the micro-expression on Yang Xu's face at this moment, and a trace of suspicion flashed across her face.

"Yeah, it's quite confusing." Yang Xu did not avoid anything, but started to act. His eyes were full of complex emotions and said: "After all, I promised Wanxuan that this kind of thing would not happen until we get married. made."

"It seems a bit too hasty to advance now."

Seeing this scene, the woman had no doubts, "If you don't do it in advance, you will regret it when she really falls into the devil's shadow."

After saying that, she turned her back and when she was about to leave, she slowly turned her head in the direction of Yang Xu and asked, "How old is your Taoist companion this year?"

"Seventeen years old, maybe half a year before he turns eighteen."

"Then you should hurry up and try to complete this matter within half a year." After saying this, the woman slowly landed downwards, her skirt and black hair fluttering.

"Wait a minute!" Yang Xu suddenly called.

The woman stopped moving but did not look back. A cold voice sounded, "What's the matter?"

"I don't know where you are from, but I'd like to thank you for telling me this news today. I will definitely come to your sect to thank you (hack you to death) someday." Yang Xu said gratefully.

Although he was really grateful to her for telling him so much useful information, it didn't stop him from taking the time to kill women.

After all, you are pinching my sister, and I will pinch her back when I have time. This is reasonable, right?

"No, if you want to thank me, just come to Nanxuan Prefecture and join me in Tianxuan Holy Land." The woman believed it and secretly thought that this man was quite sensible.

Moreover, he looks young, but his strength has already reached the third level of the Proud Dragon Realm. If he can be won over, it will be of great benefit to the sect without any harm.

"Okay, Tianxuan Holy Land, okay, okay." Yang Xu silently wrote down the name and secretly thought, "Do you think I will join your sect in the future?"

…

At this time, Li Changkang had already said goodbye to Mu Wanxuan at the door.

Li Changkang looked a little lonely and sad at this moment. Not only himself today, he also lost the most important person to him-grandma.

It is also today that he will completely leave the person who has buried his heart the deepest - Mu Wanxuan.

But Mu Wanxuan was sincerely happy for him, because Li Changkang would be a disciple of Tianxuan Holy Land in the future, and he could embark on the path of cultivation and practice with peace of mind, no longer having to work hard to make a living.

"Then when you make a career in Tianxuan Holy Land, don't forget me, sister!" Mu Wanxuan said in a half-joking tone. As she spoke, she smiled, revealing her white teeth, as if she was bathing in the spring sunshine.

"Well, I... will definitely not forget you..." Li Changkang lowered his head and said, patting his head as he spoke.

"Disciple, prepare to follow your master." The woman fell from the sky, her floating robe not stained by a trace of dust.

"Yes, Master."

Li Changkang had already said goodbye to Wan Xuan, and he had no regrets here, so he agreed.

Although he had some resentment in his heart because of what his master had just done.

But in order to become stronger and be able to kill all the evil cultivators in the world in the future, he had no choice but to accept it.

When Li Changkang agreed, the woman turned to look at Mu Wanxuan. After pausing for a few seconds, she said with an apology on her face: "I'm sorry for what happened today."

Mu Wanxuan cautiously took a step back.

She turned her face sideways, not daring to look directly at the woman, and there was a silent fear in her silence.

After the woman finished speaking, she didn't make any pause. She used her spiritual power to directly lift Li Changkang and left with him.

Soon, another figure fell from the sky, it was Yang Xu's.

"Brother..." Mu Wanxuan called Yang Xu in a low voice, concern deep in her eyes.

Yang Xu landed next to Mu Wanxuan and gave her a soft hum. As if he noticed something, he put his face close to Wanxuan's jade-white neck, and then looked at the light red mark on her throat left behind by the stupid wave.

He slowly stretched out his index finger and stroked the red mark on her neck. The fingertips are sensitive to touch, feeling the subtle temperature changes between the skin, as if carefully touching a soft feather.

Mu Wanxuan felt a sore and itchy feeling on her neck, and the subtle feeling made her heart tremble. She couldn't help but nodded slightly, a faint blush appeared on her face, and her body trembled slightly, which was an uncontrollable sensitive reaction to the warm touch of her brother's fingers.

"Brother, it's itchy..." Mu Wanxuan said shyly, her voice soft and almost like the chirping of a cicada.

"Does it still hurt here?" Yang Xu opened his thin lips and asked with concern. As he spoke, he slowly raised his dark eyes and looked at Mu Wanxuan who was so close that he could feel her breath, tenderly. Sweet feeling.

Seeing her brother so close to her again, Mu Wanxuan's mind couldn't help but drift back to the scene when she kissed her brother just now.

She avoided Yang Xu's gaze with some restraint, her voice was as soft as nectar, and she responded weakly: "Not at all...it doesn't hurt as much as before..."

After finishing her words, she couldn't help but look back. She looked at her brother's handsome and concerned face with shy eyebrows, her eyes were like clear lake water, revealing a subtle luster, reflecting the tenderness deep in her heart.

Her eyes couldn't help but fall on the bloody spot at the corner of her brother's mouth.

She suddenly recalled that when she had inadvertently tasted her brother's blood remaining in her lips, she felt that his blood contained a strange fishy sweetness, and it tasted quite good.

"What's wrong?" Sensing the strange look in his sister's eyes, Yang Xu gently scratched the bridge of Mu Wanxuan's nose with his knuckles, feeling like jade.

"No...nothing..." Mu Wanxuan lowered her eyes shyly, and her heartbeat began to speed up uncontrollably again.

As she spoke, she stuck out her moist tongue like a ghost, and gently swiped her lips. The moist touch was like a gentle wind, delicately passing over her lips, leaving a slight moist mark.

She chirped slightly.

The taste of my brother is still in my mouth.

The blood remaining on her lips melted in her mouth, and the sweet and fishy taste seemed like a forbidden feast.

It’s really delicious…

She tasted it carefully, and the blood flowed in her mouth like silky nectar, causing waves of subtle tremors.

Her taste buds seemed to be caught in a psychedelic rhythm. The glycol and iron in the blood danced on the tip of her tongue, outlining a strange and wonderful taste that was hard to let go.

It’s so strange, why does my brother’s blood taste better and better?

I really want to try it again...