Ling Yue returned to the villa, walked to the kitchen, and after making breakfast, he went upstairs, ready to wake Su Yue up. ■>

However, to Ling Yue's disappointment, he couldn't wake up Su Yue.

Ling Yue sighed, lay down beside Su Yue, reached out to hold her in his arms, closed his eyes as well, and began to cultivate.

It was already noon when Su Yue woke up, but he felt that he was snuggled in Ling Yue's arms, and he was still pillowed on his left arm, his face was a little red, and his eyes were still closed.

The moment Su Yue woke up, Ling Yue came out of his cultivation state.

Looking at Su Yue's blushing appearance, the corners of her mouth went up, revealing a smile.

"Yue'er, are you awake?"

Su Yue still closed her eyes, did not answer Ling Yue, and continued to pretend to be asleep.

Ling Yue smiled, as if he really didn't notice that Su Yue had woken up, and said to himself, "Didn't wake up?"

As he spoke, his right hand restlessly moved on Su Yue's thin waist and began to move down.

Ling Yue had already touched her tender thighs, and Su Yue continued to pretend to be asleep in addition to her face being redder.

Ling Yue raised his eyebrows, and he was still pretending to be like this?

Gritting his teeth, he turned over directly and pressed on Su Yue.

"It's not my style to tickle my boots! Of course, I have to take advantage of some substantial advantages!" Ling Yue said with a wicked smile.

Saying that, Ling Yue went to untie the shirt on Su Yue's body, thinking that Su Yue would not be able to put it down, so he immediately stopped him.

But Ling Yue unbuttoned two buttons, and he could even see some of the edges of his underwear.

Su Yue's eyes were still closed except for the blushing like a boiled lobster.

Ling Yue was speechless, did not continue, withdrew his hand, rubbed his eyebrows, and a sense of frustration arose.

"Count you ruthless!"

Su Yue only opened his eyes at this time, and said with a smile: "It's not that I'm ruthless, it's that you have a lustful heart and no lustful guts!"

"Okay, let's continue!" Ling Yue sneered.

As he spoke, Ling Yue stretched out his hand again to pick up the third button on Su Yue's shirt.

Su Yue didn't stop it, she was very calm, and looked at Ling Yue with a smile.

Under Su Yue's gaze, Ling Yue really didn't have the courage to continue, but he still felt a little unhappy.

She's right, I can't persecute her!

Ling Yue said helplessly: "If you win, I won't force you, but it's okay to take advantage of it." ”

Saying that, Ling Yue had already leaned over and kissed Su Yue's red lips.

Su Yue's eyes widened, but she didn't resist.

When Su Yue felt that his mouth was a little numb, Ling Yue let go of Su Yue, but he didn't get up.

"Yue'er, don't move!" Ling Yue's words were full of tenderness, and Su Yue actually had a bad premonition when she heard it.

Before she could say anything, Ling Yue had already lowered his head and pressed his eyebrows against Su Yue's forehead.

Ling Yue closed his eyes and began to mobilize the soul in the sea of knowledge, a trace of soul power was withdrawn from the sea of knowledge, and then passed into Su Yue's sea of knowledge through Ling Yue's eyebrows.

Every time he took out a trace of soul power, Ling Yue's face turned pale, and soul power was different from spiritual power.

Soul power is the true power of the source, the source of life.

In Ling Yue's sea of knowledge, a golden figure sat on a sea of knowledge like an ocean, the figure was exactly the same as Ling Yue, but there were many cracks on his body.

It's like a vase on the verge of breaking, which can fall apart when touched.

At this moment, a trace of golden soul power was withdrawn from the figure, and with every trace lost, the figure dimmed a point.

The golden figure is Ling Yue's Immortal Emperor's soul, where Ling Yue's true origin lies, the soul that was bombarded by the Heavenly Tribulation before dying in his previous life has not been repaired, and there is no way to repair it.

Otherwise, with the soul power of the Immortal Emperor Realm, Ling Yue could repair Su Yue's broken soul.

Su Yue's eyes widened and looked at Chi Yue's face close to him, she didn't know what Ling Yue was doing, but she had a feeling that Ling Yue was doing something very dangerous.

At the same time, some vague images appeared in her mind, it was a shadow, but it was not her.

This shadow is very beautiful, and there is a sense of fresh and unearthly detachment, Su Yue felt ashamed of herself in front of the opposite sex for the first time.

The beautiful shadow held a three-foot long sword, dancing like a butterfly in a flower, dancing in the bamboo forest.

Then, as if seeing himself, he put away his sword, put his backhand behind him, and then walked over with a smile.

"Little junior brother, come, wipe your sweat!" Mei Qianying took out a handkerchief and handed it over.

Su Yue understood, this was not his memory, it should be Ling Yue's.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Xianyu!" Ling Yue said, taking the handkerchief.

"Have you seen this set of Bibo Sword Tricks clearly?" asked Mo Xianyu.

"Uh...... No! I patronized to watch my sister dance the sword, and forgot to learn. Ling Yue said embarrassedly.

Mo Xianyu rolled his eyes, then stretched out his Qianqian jade hand and flicked it on Ling Yue's forehead.

Boom!

Ling Yue grinned in pain and kept rubbing his forehead.

"Look at it, I'll show you again. Mo Xianyu said helplessly.

Ling Yue nodded very seriously and sat upright on the big stone.

Mo Xianyu lifted his sword and danced again.

When Mo Xianyu finished dancing the sword and came to ask Ling Yue, Ling Yue mostly shook his head and said that he didn't understand.

Mo Xianyu just smiled helplessly, and continued to carry the sword and continue to dance the sword.

Su Yue's current perspective is Ling Yue's, and at the same time, she clearly understands what Ling Yue is thinking.

In fact, Ling Yue already knew it, but he just wanted to see Mo Xianyu dancing the sword.

Su Yue didn't know why she felt a little sour.

Su Yue knew that the current Ling Yue was only twelve years old, and what was in front of him was the memory of his twelve-year-old.

Gradually, time seemed to speed up, the picture became very fast, and Su Yue seemed to be watching a movie.

Unknowingly, Ling Yue was already twenty-eight years old, and for more than ten years, there was that senior sister named Mo Xianyu almost every day.

The timeline continues, and soon a hundred years later, that senior sister named Mo Xianyu is gone, and Ling Yue's memory tells her.

Mo Xianyu has gone home, and it has been almost a year.

Su Yue was a little puzzled, Ling Yue was only twenty-one yesterday, how could this memory be more than a hundred years old?

Time continued, and then the stunning senior sister appeared again, but her face was no longer the same smile as before, and it was replaced by a sad look that I saw pity.

"Senior Sister Xianyu, what's wrong?" Ling Yue asked.

Mo Xianyu raised his eyelids, looked at Ling Yue and said with a smile: "Little junior brother, I'm getting married!"

She was laughing, but it was worse than crying.

"Senior sister!" Ling Yue opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and the atmosphere was quiet for a while.

Mo Xianyu took a deep breath, then looked at Ling Yue and smiled, "You're going to come to my wedding banquet, right?"

Ling Yue wanted to say something, but in the end he could only nod with a wry smile and said, "I'll go." ”

"In a month, you and Senior Sister will come over together!" Mo Xianyu smiled bitterly, and turned to leave after speaking.

In addition to the empty bamboo forest, there was only one Ling Yue left, standing on the path in a daze.

(End of chapter)