The laughter in the living room gradually subsided.
Ning Rongrong hugged the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda, approached Dongfang Jing, looked up at him with hopeful eyes.
"Brother Jing, can I tell Dad about the Qiluo Tulip?"
Beside her, Ye Lingling also looked over: "I also want to tell my mother."
Dongfang Jing looked at the two of them.
For the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul, a celestial item of this caliber is of extraordinary significance.
With such a significant change in their daughter, Ning Fengzhi and Ye Qingyi, as parents, would definitely want to inquire about it, which would require a lot of explanation and would be quite troublesome.
"Okay." Dongfang Jing nodded. "However, I must say beforehand that this thing is a rare treasure of heaven and earth, something that can only be encountered by chance."
"Even if you mobilize the entire sect and turn the continent upside down, you will most likely not find a second one."
Don't have too high hopes, lest you be disappointed.
"But if we really find it, then we can only say it's fate."
Ning Rongrong and Ye Lingling's excitement subsided slightly.
They exchanged a glance and nodded emphatically.
"clear!"
"Thank you, Captain!"
In any case, with this permission, they finally felt relieved.
Night was falling.
Ah Yin brought out the heated food from the kitchen.
"Eat up, I saved this especially for you."
Dongfang Jing pulled out a chair and sat down, and Dongfang Yao followed suit. The two siblings devoured their dinner in no time.
The group didn't chat any longer and went back to their rooms to rest.
Room and bathroom.
I turned on the shower, and hot water poured down my head, washing over every inch of my skin.
Steam rose from the bathroom.
Dongfang Jing braced his hands on the wet brick wall, letting the hot water flow over his back.
Although he had just spent a long time soaking in the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire.
But these past few days have been exhausting for him, and he hasn't been able to relax, so he still wants to take a hot bath.
Dongfang Jing closed his eyes, sensing the residual medicinal power of the two immortal herbs within his body.
"It will take at least another six months to fully refine it and consume the Dew of Longing for Autumn Water without any risk."
He silently planned his next training session.
...
After coming out of the bathroom,
Dongfang Jing changed into a loose set of pajamas.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, but did not meditate.
Let's skip it tonight.
'It's all Yao'er's fault, sigh...'
"Dad, Mom, I'm so sorry. Don't worry, I'll take good care of Yao'er from now on..."
Dongfang Jing pondered silently, choosing to face reality.
If your mind is not at peace, forced practice will be ineffective.
Why not get a good night's sleep, recharge your energy, and welcome a new day?
As the sun rises, he remains the mirror of the East.
He had just reached out to turn off the light.
"Knock knock knock".
There was a gentle knock on the door.
Dongfang Jing paused.
Who could it be so late?
Yao'er?
Having just succeeded, this girl probably wouldn't dare to come looking for him so openly again.
Dongfang Jing, wearing slippers, walked to the door.
"Click".
The door opened.
Standing outside the door was a figure in a bright green nightgown.
She wasn't carrying anything, her hands were nervously folded in front of her, her hair was slightly disheveled, as if she had just taken a shower, and she carried a faint fragrance.
She has lost her usual poise and gained a touch of domestic laziness and gentleness.
Upon seeing that it was Brigitte, Dongfang Jing's eyelids twitched involuntarily.
He then took a half step back, bowed slightly, and clasped his hands in a fist salute.
"Master."
His movements were precise, his tone respectful, and there was not a single flaw to be found.
But that is precisely the biggest problem.
Brigitte felt a pang in her heart as she looked at his businesslike demeanor.
It's always like this.
It was the same this morning, and it's the same now.
They were so affectionate before...
She bit her lower lip, the opening remarks she had prepared stuck in her throat.
"It's so late, Master, what brings you here?"
Seeing that she didn't speak, Dongfang Jing took the initiative to speak.
Brigitte raised her head, her emerald green eyes shimmering with tears, revealing a hint of grievance: "Can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?"
Dongfang Jing remained silent.
"That's not what I meant, I..."
"Little Mirror," Brigitte interrupted him, her voice soft yet tinged with stubbornness, "I have something to say to you. Would you mind letting me in?"
Dongfang Jing looked at her.
The corridor lights shone on her profile, outlining her soft, beautiful features.
His heart softened at the other party's cautious probing.
The master and apprentice have been at odds for so long, it's really not a good thing, and it's time to face it.
Dongfang Jing stepped aside, making way for him.
"Please come in."
Brigitte breathed a sigh of relief and stepped into the room.
As she passed by Dongfang Jing, the hem of her skirt lightly brushed against his trouser leg.
Dongfang Jing closed the door and was about to ask her if she wanted something to drink.
"Click".
A soft sound.
Brigitte turned the door lock shut.
Dongfang Jing was stunned, before he could react.
call--
A gentle breeze swept by.
The lights in the room went out instantly.
Darkness descended.
Only the small nightlight that was left on on the bedside table was still lit.
The candlelight flickered.
The shadows of the two people were stretched long, intertwined, and projected onto the wall.
Looking at Bi Ji standing in the shadows, Dongfang Jing couldn't help but feel a little unfamiliar.
"Master, what's wrong...?"
"Shh~"
Brigitte put her finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet.
She took a step forward.
Dongfang Jing subconsciously took a step back.
She took another step forward.
Dongfang Jing then took another step back.
He could smell the faint floral scent lingering on her body after her bath, mixed with her unique natural fragrance, which filled his nostrils.
Thump.
His back slammed against the door with a dull thud.
There's no way out.
Dongfang Jing glanced behind him, his mind a jumble.
'Wait a minute, why would I back away?'
'My master wouldn't harm me...'
But in the blink of an eye...
He looked down and found that his wrists were encased in two emerald green halos.
The halo contracted, firmly binding his hands to the door, rendering him unable to move.
These are clearly shackles formed by Brigitte using her soul power.
Dongfang Jing felt no panic whatsoever.
Master will not harm him.
Therefore, he did not use the Mirror Body to split his soul and escape immediately.
But when he looked up, ready to ask Brigitte what she meant by this,
A warm breeze swept over me.
Brigitte tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his neck like vines, pressing her soft, delicate body tightly against him.
That stunning face loomed larger and larger before my eyes, and our lips pressed together without warning.
All his questions, along with his breath, were stuck in his throat.
"Huh?!"
Dongfang Jing made a whimpering sound in his throat, and his eyes widened.
I was actually forcibly kissed by my master!
Moreover, he was being handcuffed by her using handcuffs formed from her soul power.
Just as Dongfang Jingxin was wondering whether he should use his mirror body to split his soul and break free.
Brigitte tightened her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him forcefully.
Dongfang Jing noticed her eyelashes trembling slightly with nervousness, and so he gave up resisting.
After a few seconds, Brigitte couldn't hold her breath any longer.
The lips parted.
She was slightly out of breath.
In the dim candlelight, her cheeks were flushed, as if she were drunk.
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