eurekapd Chapter 272 How do you feel good?
Chapter 272 How do you feel good?
"Good boy, it's time to practice."
Mu Wanyan found that after practicing, she was no longer thirsty.
But my body also felt sore as if it had been run over by a car wheel.
He wasn't gentle at all just now, and there was a cruelty in his eyes... It turns out that cultivation really drains people dry.
Mu Wanyan lay on the quilt, rubbing her waist with her hands, cursing in her mind.
The Great Demon King Di Xiuyan had a satisfied look on his face. He stood up and calmly put on his clothes, not forgetting to throw a blanket onto Mu Wanyan's back.
"If you don't want to die in your bed today, cover yourself up."
He threatened gently, "You have to accompany me for nine days."
Mu Wanyan: “…”
"Emperor Xiuyan, you are dressed so respectably, why don't you give your furnace a piece of clothing as well?"
Di Xiuyan: "Your duty is to be locked in the bedroom by this king and help me practice."
His long fingers curled slightly, stroking her back from top to bottom, until the person opposite trembled and got goose bumps, then he said leisurely: "Yan Yan, why does she need any clothes?"
Mu Wanyan: “…” Di Xiuyan, please behave yourself.
Seeing that he was about to push the door and leave, Mu Wanyan hurriedly struggled to get up, but was tripped by the chains again.
She hurriedly shouted at him, "Di Xiuyan, can you at least help me remove the chains? You still have to use me, Jiutian, so you should be better to your furnace, right?"
He stopped but did not look back.
With a satisfied smile on his face, he said, "The furnace tripod that calls me by my name is not worthy of my pity."
Mu Wanyan: "Hehe, hehe."
"Emperor...Brother...Brother, don't leave——"
Di Xiuyan turned around and said seriously, "Call me master."
Mu Wanyan: "Master, can you help me remove this chain that's in the way?"
Hearing the word "master", Di Xiuyan narrowed his handsome eyes and took a step back.
"Okay, Master will satisfy you."
His voice was hoarse and charming, and his eyes were shining with a strange light, "Come, practice with me again."
Mu Wanyan: “!!!”
—
After the training, he still left without mercy.
Mu Wanyan lay on the quilt like a dead fish. Di Xiuyan did not satisfy her with any of the robes and chains.
Before leaving, he even brainwashed her: "A good furnace tripod is one that does not make conditions with its master. Only a good furnace tripod has the conditions to wear clothes."
Mu Wanyan nodded weakly, "I am convinced, I am convinced, Great Devil."
"I will never dare to make any more demands, never again."
Di Xiuyan gently kissed away the tears on her face and said, "Be good, don't cry. If you cry, I will want to practice again."
Mu Wanyan suddenly sat up from the bed, "Brother, Master, Master, I am very brave now, I don't want to cry at all."
Di Xiuyan looked at her confident expression and suddenly had an idea, so he hugged her in his arms.
"Good boy, my Yanyan is so pitiful."
He coaxed her lovingly and sickly: "Come, practice with me again, and I will comfort you."
Mu Wanyan: “!!!”
Di Xiuyan, you are such a pervert.
—
The next day, Mu Wanyan lay on the bed, looking as if she had lost all desire to live.
She had been listening to the noise outside the door. Even if there was the slightest movement, she would jump up and take a look, for fear of missing Di Jintong.
Now, only Di Jintong can bring about a turnaround.
Based on the identities of myself and Di Xiuyan in this dream, I want the big devil to say in person, Yanyan, I love you... It is harder than climbing to the sky.
However, after waiting for a long time, Di Jintong never showed up.
From time to time, a few blind old women came to serve her food, water, and makeup.
Di Xiuyan still had some conscience. He knew that Mu Wanyan was shy, so the servant specifically looked for a blind old lady.
After the meal, she kept thinking about what Di Xiuyan said to her last night: "As long as I am in a good mood, I will fulfill one of your wishes."
But how can we make him feel good?
Mu Wanyan thought about it for a long time, wearing anklets and bracelets, thinking about how to break the deadlock in the limited space.
Suddenly, she found a familiar handkerchief on the bookshelf in the room. There were several books covered under the handkerchief, and the cover of one of the books was exposed.
Mu Wanyan was shocked. Aren’t these the seductive picture albums that Di Jintong gave her in her last dream?
Did the books come with me? And they are on the same shelf, in the same place?
When God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you.
In this dream, Di Xiuyan is a demon king who needs evil cultivation. If he sees these books, he will definitely like them.
Moreover, these books were picture albums used by the royal sons of Dafeng Kingdom to study. She felt that the Emperor Xiuyan of this world had definitely never read them.
Mu Wanyan thought to herself, "If I give him these books, he should feel better, right?"
However, he was now tied to the bed, some distance away from the bookshelf.
After trying every possible way and making great efforts, I finally asked the blind grandmothers to bring the books over when they delivered dinner.
Reading it again, I felt mixed emotions.
When Mu Wanyan reread the picture books, she was not shy or embarrassed at all. With the mentality of dying if she couldn't learn it, she studied the tricks in them thoroughly.
After I went through it roughly, it was already very late at night.
I hid the book under my pillow and waited quietly for the big devil to come.
—
into the night.
The door creaked open, and a slender figure and a pleasant smell of mountain spring water appeared. Di Xiuyan arrived as expected.
Oh, he is still as handsome and suave as always, and smells as good as before, so why does his personality become so abnormal?
As the person approached, Mu Wanyan sat up from the bed and said flatteringly: "Di Xiuyan, you are here?"
Di Xiuyan: “Hmm?”
Mu Wanyan quickly changed her words: "Master, are you in a good mood today?"
With a rosy face, a smile as beautiful as a flower, and a respectful attitude, Di Xiuyan was in a very good mood.
But he didn't show it on his face, and just said, "It's okay."
Mu Wanyan helped him sit down and helped him untie his belt. "Master, am I obedient today?"
"It's okay." He answered, but his eyes were looking at her wrists and ankles that were red from the chains.
Her skin is as white as snow and as smooth as cream, and looks even softer than tofu.
Even a normal piece of cloth can leave red marks, let alone such a cold iron chain.
Mu Wanyan didn't notice this at all. She took out a stack of Zichun's boudoir pictures as if she was offering a treasure and shook them in front of Di Xiuyan.
Then he spread it out on his legs and turned the pages to him.
"Master, please look, there are so many movements, all of which are postures that Tomato cannot describe. Do you like it?"
Pointing at this picture, then that one, "Is it particularly helpful for your practice?"
Mu Wanyan tilted her head and looked at him, "Master, are you happy? Are you in a good mood? Can you fulfill my wish?"
Di Xiuyan looked at the booklets, then looked at Mu Wanyan's innocent and silly appearance, and his heart felt as comfortable as if it was tickled by a feather.
He only needed to glance at the books to know that they were from his bookshelf.
Haha, not to mention that he has read these books several times, it is not impossible for him to recite them backwards.
He smiled and lifted her up gently, letting Mu Wanyan sit on his lap in a straddle position. "Not bad."
Mu Wanyan: “!!!”
Her brain froze for a moment, and by the time she reacted, her face was already redder than an autumn persimmon.
The slender, white little hand covered Di Xiuyan's eyes.
"Put me down, I'm going to die, I... I'm really going to die." Sob, sob, sob, I'm too ashamed to see myself.
Mu Wanyan felt that she was so embarrassed to be held like this by him. She raised her tearful peach blossom eyes and cried to him, "Xiu Yan, let's talk it over. Don't hold me like this, okay?"
Emperor Xiuyan: "A furnace that does not make demands is a good furnace."
Mu Wanyan continued to cry: "Brother, are you feeling better now?"
Di Xiuyan bit his back teeth and resisted the urge to laugh, "No."
Mu Wanyan cried again and asked him, "Master, how can you feel good?"
He pointed at the books expressionlessly and said word by word: "Read them to me."
Mu Wanyan: “…”