Demon King's Repayment - chapter 175

Feeling guilty, Yuan Xiang threw away the blanket and rolled to Nan He’s side, carrying his big tail over her body. She pulled out the small comb she was carrying to help smooth the hair on his back.

“Don’t think about it, you didn’t do anything wrong at all.”

(There is nothing wrong, it is just that you are so beautiful that I can’t stand the temptation and dream randomly.)

Yuan Xiang accidentally passed on the true thought in her heart.

She covered her face in shame. How could she become so unstoppable? After all, she was also a girl who grew up in ancient times. She was really ashamed of her teacher’s more than ten years of teaching.

Perhaps the more she cared about things, the easier it was to appear in her dreams. Even though she recited the meditation mantra countless times before going to bed and did various ideological education work, Yuan Xiang still came under the white penny tree in her sleep.

That time Nan He was sitting on a low branch. He didn’t look at Yuan Xiang, raised his neck and looked up at the bright moon in the night sky. The pale moonlight reflected his skin, and a soft and white fur slung loosely on his body, and his smooth and slender calf dangled from the empty bottom, swaying slightly in the night wind. But the firm skin was faintly revealing. The blue blood vessels, when Yuan Xiang looked over, the white toes curled up obviously.

Sometimes the ultimate temptation was not to wear less, but it was precisely when it was looming that it was most suffocating, watching him shy and timid, watching him stretch out his white fingers, and those fingers stretched out to the loose fur under the moonlight.

Yuan Xiang even knew that she was in a dream again. She was unable to advance or retreat in the hazy sleep, waiting for the seductive gift to be opened, waiting for the most charming position to be peeled off, and all the beauty would be presented in the cold. In the wind, blooming for her alone. The moment of waiting like that was the most sultry, making her almost reluctant to wake up from her dream.

“Ah Xiang, come to my side,” the person on the tree called her, and stretched out his smooth arms.

She couldn’t help but step forward and walked toward the white penny tree.

The white branches swayed gently in the wind, and Nan He’s arms shone brightly under the moonlight.

Yuan Xiang, who was advancing, only felt her forehead throbbing. She subconsciously sensed that something was wrong, and hesitantly slowed down.

“Ah Xiang,” Nan He raised his wet eyes to look at her, and lowered his ears in frustration, as if accusing her of being ignorant of current affairs, “What did I do wrong? Why do you always hide from me like this?”

“No, no, I don’t,” Yuan Xiang hurriedly explained, and couldn’t help but reach out and hold Nan He’s hand.

The moment she held Nan He’s hand, he immediately held her tightly, and the familiar palm turned into a strong white branch, which climbed up tightly and wrapped around Yuan Xiang’s arm.

The white branches swaying in the air flew up excitedly, and the flying branches formed a white vortex.

Yuan Xiang suddenly opened her eyes, she found that she was still lying beside Nan He, but everything around seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist that could not be seen clearly. Her body was rapidly becoming lighter, and the space where her body was located was changing. The layers were changing, and she was being dragged into another white space by a powerful force.

Yuan Xiang wanted to open her mouth to shout, but she couldn’t shout or move.

Nan He slept beside her, eyes closed and breathing evenly. Dushuo sat not far away, closed his eyes and cultivated, the light of the fire illuminated his calm face. Hu Qing and Wu Yuan were curled up and slept very peacefully, and no one noticed the abnormality that happened to Yuan Xiang.

The ground beneath Yuan Xiang seemed to collapse, and she seemed to be falling into a bottomless space crack. At the last moment when the crack closed, she finally saw Nan He by her side open his eyes and look at her in astonishment.

There was a dazed paleness in front of him, and the white turbulence closed Nan He’s panicked eyes beyond the paleness.

She didn’t know how long it took to walk through the chaos, it seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed like only a short moment. Yuan Xiang rolled out of the white world. She supported her dizzy head in the space transition, and barely stood up. She found herself in a familiar place.

Gorgeous courtyard, huge penny tree, purple torso with knots, white branches swaggering all over the sky.

There was a person standing under the tree, watching her and smiling, “Ah Xiang, I said, we will meet again soon.”