NCCnovel Chapter 235: Master Mo decides to be a cold-faced person
Chapter 235: Master Mo decides to be a cold-faced person
Mo Bingxian was humiliated by Qin Muyue and was furious, but she also knew that she was powerless to resist at the moment.
He gritted his teeth, unwilling to show any weakness in front of the enemy.
Seeing him like this, Qin Muyue felt even more proud. She smiled contemptuously and said, "Little Mo, if you are willing to be obedient, maybe I can treat you better."
Mo Bingxian snorted coldly, with an unyielding tone in her voice: "Shi Nishang, don't even think about making me submit to you."
Qin Muyue raised her eyebrows, she squatted down, leaned close to Mo Bingxian's ear, and whispered softly: "Oh? Then we'll see."
After saying that, she hung Mo Bingxian on the tree.
He sat in front of the jade table, picked up the tea set on it, poured himself a cup of spiritual tea and savored it carefully.
Yi Xuanji watched all this from outside the doorway of the courtyard wall, feeling mixed emotions.
He knew that Qin Muyue was undoubtedly playing with fire, but he also understood that this was for Mo Bingxian's own good.
He sighed softly and decided to wait and see what Qin Muyue's plan was.
Qin Muyue took out a storybook to pass the time. Only Mo Bingxian was hanging on the tree, his thin body shaking.
As evening approached, the lights in the sect gradually lit up.
Mo Bingxian was hanging on the tree, his body was numb, but his will became stronger. He closed his eyes and began to recite the mental method silently, trying to ignore the pain in his body.
His body, which was unable to mobilize spiritual power, was tied up and hung for a long time. The nerves in his mind were tense, and the white silk blocked his vision, making it even more unbearable.
Drops of sweat soaked his thin, worn linen clothes. Mo Bingxian bit his lower lip until it turned white, but he still refused to show weakness.
Qin Muyue put away the storybook and felt that the time was about right. She walked under the tree, waved her hand to retract the whip, and Mo Bingxian's body fell down.
Qin Muyue looked at Mo Bingxian's falling figure and raised her hand to catch him.
Mo Bingxian was prepared for the severe pain of hitting the ground, but his body fell into a warm and soft embrace. The tip of his nose was filled with the warm fragrance of the girl, and his whole body stiffened.
Qin Muyue looked down at him and said contemptuously, "It's so dirty, and you're all sweaty."
Mo Bingxian raised his head. Although his vision was blocked by the white silk, his voice was a little embarrassed: "Shi Nishang, let me go!"
Qin Muyue sneered, she bent down, pulled off the white silk in front of Mo Bingxian's eyes, and forced him to look at her.
"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll help you wash it."
Mo Bingxian was caught off guard by her sudden action. His body seemed particularly stiff in her arms. He struggled in shock and anger: "Don't humiliate me like this. I will wash it myself."
Qin Muyue ignored Mo Bingxian's resistance and jumped into the Soul Washing Pool with her in her arms.
She pushed Mo Bingxian against the edge of the pool and tore the coarse linen shirt into pieces.
"You...how can you be so shameless!" Mo Bingxian struggled desperately. The soul-binding chain on his neck made him no match for the cultivators like a mortal.
Mo Bingxian felt humiliated. He turned his face away and clenched his teeth, like a good boy who was forced to be a duck. He shouted: "Shi Nishang, you are obscene!"
Qin Muyue chuckled. Although her movements were gentle, they revealed an irresistible force: "Mo Xiaogou, you can scream as much as you want. No one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out."
Her fingers gently stroked Mo Bingxian's neck, and his body trembled involuntarily.
Although Qin Muyue's actions seemed gentle, they made Mo Bingxian feel an unprecedented humiliation.
Qin Muyue washed him over and over again as if he were a piece of pork belly. After she finished, she stood up and looked at the man in front of her who had been washed by her. His lean waist was as white as jade, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.
She gently patted Mo Bingxian's face, with a hint of teasing in her tone: "You look much better now, Mo Xiaogou."
Mo Bingxian's face was gloomy. He had completely lost face for a cultivator today. He gritted his teeth and said, "Shi Nishang, I will remember you."
Qin Muyue raised her eyebrows. She didn't seem to care about Mo Bingxian's threat. The tip of her tongue brushed across her canine teeth: "I fell down the slope today. It's all your fault!"
Mo Bingxian looked up at the girl with a puzzled look on his face. "What does it have to do with me?"
Qin Muyue smiled evilly: "Because my wife.....Ahem, Laopo is so hot!"
Mo Bingxian didn't understand, so she could only look at her as if she suspected that she was mentally ill.
She suddenly moved closer to Mo Bingxian. "Mo Xiaogou, do you want to walk by yourself or do you want me to carry you?"
There was a hint of teasing in Qin Muyue's words, and a cunning light flashed in her eyes.
Mo Bingxian was at a loss for what to do with her actions. His heart was filled with confusion and anger, but he had to admit that he was powerless to resist at the moment.
He responded coldly: "Shi Nishang, I have my own legs and can walk."
Qin Muyue didn't seem to care about his threat. She chuckled, led the man out of the pool, and put a crane cloak on him.
The girl cast a spell to dry the water stains on his body. "Let's go, Mo Xiaogou."
Mo Bingxian felt his body dry. His black hair and crane cloak made the black and white contrast distinct. His face became even gloomier. Knowing that he was at a disadvantage, he snorted and followed the girl with a cold face.
Qin Muyue took Mo Bingxian back to her room. Her steps were light, while Mo Bingxian's steps were heavy, with his heart full of humiliation and anger.
Inside the room, the flickering candlelight illuminated the smug smile on Qin Muyue's face.
She turned to face Mo Bingxian, and gently stroked his cheek with her fingers, with a hint of playfulness in her tone: "Mo Xiaogou, do you know that in this sect, I am your master."
Mo Bingxian turned away and took a step back: "Shi Nishang, don't go too far."
Qin Muyue didn't seem to care about his anger. She chuckled, turned around and walked to the bookshelf beside her, took down an ancient book, and flipped through it nonchalantly: "Too much? Mo Xiaogou, you haven't seen true excessiveness yet."
Mo Bingxian stood there, his heart was burning with anger, but he knew that he was powerless to resist at the moment. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in his heart, and his voice was trembling: "Shi Nishang, what do you want?"
Qin Muyue put down the ancient book in her hand, and a cunning look flashed in her eyes: "All I want is for you to be obedient and humble, and be my running dog."
She slowly walked towards Mo Bingxian, and every step seemed to step on his heart. She reached out her hand, gently lifted his chin, and forced him to look at her: "Mo Xiaogou, are you willing to be my evil servant to deal with Yue Guanxue?"
Mo Bingxian's eyes flashed with a gleam of light. The enemy of his enemy might be useful to him. "Shi Nishang, I will never be an accomplice to the evil."
Qin Muyue's eyes flashed with admiration. She chuckled and let go of Mo Bingxian's chin: "Okay, Mo Xiaogou, I want to see how long you can hold on."
She turned and walked towards the bed, lying down lazily, tapping the edge of the bed with her fingers, pointing at a pile of shark silk dresses in front of the bathroom door: "Mo puppy, go and wash my clothes."
Mo Bingxian's face was gloomy. He clenched his fists and said with a hint of humiliation in his voice, "Shi Nishang, don't go too far."
Qin Muyue didn't seem to care about his anger. She chuckled and looked at him wantonly: "Too much? Mo Xiaogou, I bought you back to use you. Otherwise, you can come to sleep with me. Besides, you can't escape the palm of my hand as a Jindan cultivator."
Mo Bingxian decided to be a cold person. He snorted coldly and went to the bathroom to wash her clothes. As long as he kept a cold face, he would not be afraid of her power.