Chapter 20: My Wife Is A Super Rich Woman

Chapter 20: My Wife Is A Super Rich Woman

Lu Xun was still wandering in the city, while Xuan Yin sat cross-legged on a stack of withered grass in the dilapidated temple, cultivating. Sometimes, she herself didn't know the purpose of her cultivation. Perhaps ever since she gained her spiritual roots, cultivation had been flowing in her blood.

At this moment, during her cultivation, Xuan Yin's breathing became rapid. A faint rosy glow appeared from her neck and slowly extended to her cheeks and forehead. Even crystal-clear beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

Suddenly opening her eyes, Xuan Yin gasped for breath, her enchanting countenance showing a hint of fatigue. A trace of spring-like sentiment surfaced between her eyebrows.

Oh no! The Yin energy within her seemed a bit uncontrollable, as if there were signs of premature eruption. Could it be because of him? That annoying guy, the damn demon slayer?

Xuan Yin tightly pursed her red lips, and a sense of resistance and helplessness appeared on her face. If she was right, it should have started from that time. Ever since he touched her, it had become unstoppable.

What to do? At this rate, she might end up dual-cultivating with him ahead of time.

The more Xuan Yin thought about it, the more agitated she became. Judging from the current situation, in less than a month, she would definitely lose control. Then she would spend a week frolicking with him in the room. If she remained in her human form, she could handle it, but if she was in her true form...

Thinking about this, Xuan Yin's face grew even hotter. She didn't mind, but he definitely couldn't handle it. The resistance on his face during that time didn't seem like an act to deceive her.

"No, no!"The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.

"I can't let my mind wander like this," Xuan Yin urgently shook her head, trying to dismiss all the messy thoughts from her mind. However, some ideas once surged up were not that easy to forget, especially since she was on the verge of heat.

Just as Xuan Yin was feeling troubled about it, she heard a faint sound of footsteps. Without a doubt, it should be that demmon slayer coming.

After a while, Lu Xun returned to the dilapidated temple, carrying two cloth-wrapped packages. He saw the cold and aloof little snake demoness sitting cross-legged on the pile of withered grass, her face still slightly flushed. He curiously asked, "What's wrong? Your face looks so red. Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine."

"It's just that I feel a little... a little..." Xuan Yin pursed her lips, unable to express herself clearly. She hurriedly turned her head away and coldly said, "It's none of your business!"

"..."

With that said, she stood up from the pile of withered grass, "Let's go. It's time to go back."

Immediately after, the cold and aloof little snake demoness strolled outside. Her enchanting countenance displayed a hint of a shallow smile, as refreshing as spring rain that could nourish all things. Unfortunately, Lu Xun didn't see it; he was now regretting pretending to be tough.

"My big mouth! My big mouth!" Lu Xun wished he could slap himself twice, but now there was no time to say anything. The situation had already reached this point, so he decided to act as if nothing had happened.

"Hey!" Xuan Yin was already standing on her flying sword, calling out to Lu Xun who was still inside the ruined temple, "Are you coming back or not?"

"Coming, coming."

Lu Xun rushed out from inside, carrying his steel sword and two bundles of cloth. He quickly sat on the snake demoness' flying sword and hugged her slender legs, softly saying, "Fly slower, don't be so fast."

Xuan Yin ignored him, silently reciting the sword control spell, and then with a swoosh, they took off.

"Slow down."

"Our house isn't on fire, can't we take it slow?"

"Shut up!!"

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...

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Back in the courtyard, Lu Xun was now leaning against a sturdy tree, bending over and desperately vomiting. He thought he was used to her flying speed and wouldn't get sick again, but she had just given him a harsh lesson, showing him what it really meant to be faster and stronger.

Xuan Yin didn't pay attention to him, walking towards the hall. She poured herself a cup of cool tea, taking small sips as she stared at him, watching him in pain. She felt a mixture of secret delight and sympathy.

Just then, a mature and charming woman gracefully walked out from inside, exuding a seductive charm and allure in her every movement.