The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1238: Chapter 633: Eh, Marriage? (Begging for Pink)_3

But if she says that, would it seem too pretentious? Here, most cultivators do not take mortal marriage customs seriously, and many become Daoist couples simply by exchanging heart oaths.

Ning Xiaoxian hesitated, and Changtian whispered: "You don’t like this time? Shall we move it up or push it back?"

"No." That’s not the point.

He rarely smiled so openly, with a radiant warmth in his brows: "Good girl, then we’ll decide it like this."

"No way!" She finally erupted, clenching her fist, "You, you! I haven’t agreed to marry you yet!"

Changtian was stunned, his smile slowly disappearing: "You don’t want to marry me?" The wedding was just a mortal custom; whether they married or not, she was still his.

The aura around him became terrifying! She weakly said: "No, not that. I mean..." You need to propose first!

"Willing is good, silly girl, I don’t need you to say it, I already know." Changtian interrupted, then contentedly pecked her lips: "Good girl, let’s leave it for autumn then."

Ah—why did she feel like coughing up blood!

Feeling her heaving chest, Changtian buried his face into her neck, hiding his smile. With her temperament, marrying him was unquestionable. Watching her flail in anger had almost become his quirky pleasure.

Now, he had already taken advantage to kiss the little bit of whiteness exposed at her chest, further down was blocked by the collar.

She was wearing the Feather Robe of Purity gifted by that Sao Fox. His face instantly darkened, reaching to grab the collar, ripping it with a "shred." Even the precious and resilient Cloud Silk couldn’t withstand his strength.

Her body stiffened. Before she could react, Changtian had already torn her top clean, his technique swift and nimble, she merely blinked, and her upper body was left with just a chest wrap, her mutton fat jade-like skin exposed to the air. She realized at this moment the vast difference in body cultivation technique between them.

His eyes burned with a fiery intensity, making Ning Xiaoxian forget her anger, involuntarily crossing her arms in caution: "What are you doing!" This person was definitely not normal today, just talking well, and suddenly flipping as quickly as turning a page.

"You!" He easily restrained her and tossed her onto the bed, taking himself down with her as well.

"Soulless, soulless! I was planning to return this robe to Miluo tomorrow!" How could there actually be such unreasonable people under the heavens! She instinctively curled up to protect herself.

Hearing her words, his suffocated mood dissipated greatly, but since it was already torn, he might as well continue, and in her screams, he pulled down the remaining half of the skirt. He couldn’t stand seeing her wearing anything given by another man, and besides, he had long wanted to test the feel of this robe, so it was convenient at this moment. Hmm, it did feel great to rip.

Cough, cough, he could swear, he initially just wanted to remove this eye-sore robe, really, but watching her mutton fat jade-like body twist frequently, he couldn’t help feeling his blood boil. Mm, continuing the unfinished business from the afternoon seemed quite nice.

He kissed her while pulling off her bindings and reached to tickle her slender waist.

Ning Xiaoxian cooperated very little, but couldn’t resist the tickle, giggling a few times before stretching her leg to kick him. Seizing the opportunity, he grabbed it and dragged her beneath him, spreading her legs, and in her moaning, he succeeded.

It was indeed very good, he praised as he began to ravage, slowly transforming the struggling female beneath him, as fierce as a leopard, into a gentle kitten.

The room｜was filled｜with boundless spring. In her daze, she turned her gaze several times, seeing the sunlight outside the window grow dimmer and finally into complete darkness.

The snow fell silently that night, and in her haze, she sensed Changtian was more urgent than usual, seemingly stubbornly wanting to leave the smell and marks that belonged exclusively to him on her body.

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When she rose the next morning, she learned Miluo had already visited.

"When did he arrive?" She was dressing, her hand paused upon hearing.

The maid responded respectfully: "The Lord of Miluo arrived fifteen minutes ago, and Lord Divine Monarch has already been chatting with him for quite a while."

These two don’t see eye to eye, yet they can sit together and chat? When Changtian returned later, he wouldn’t be carrying a bloody fox fur, would he? She couldn’t help but shiver.

Thankfully, the imagined scene didn’t appear when she entered the living room. Changtian and Miluo were both seated on chairs, the atmosphere not exactly harmonious, but it couldn’t be said to be on the verge of conflict. Both peerless men finally showed their true faces, one with noble grace, the other charmingly seductive, their features impeccable, she felt her eyes light up, unable to determine who was superior.