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Chapter 241 No, you've come at just the right time.
Half an incense stick later, Mo Chengyue released his grip and sat back in his original position.
Yu Jianhuan opened her lips, but couldn't utter a single word.
The blush on her cheeks spread rapidly across her entire face, burning from her earlobes all the way down to her collarbone.
She lowered her head, her delicate fingers unconsciously twisting the tassels of her skirt, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz.
"Would it kill you to tell me beforehand...?"
Mo Chengyue suddenly felt a sharp, twisting pain in his left waist.
He looked down and saw that Jin Qiaoqiao's right hand had somehow touched the soft flesh on his side, her five fingers twisting into a perfect 360-degree angle.
Her face was filled with the gratifying pleasure of revenge.
"According to the rules of the demon race, if the master kisses another female in front of his mount, the mount has the right to give the master a punitive physical warning."
"Yeah?"
Mo Chengyue gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words through his nose.
"Why haven't I seen this entry in ancient texts?"
"This is what I'm adding now."
Despite the excruciating pain in his lower back, Mo Chengyue opened his arms wide.
With his left hand, he put his arm around Jin Qiaoqiao's waist again, and with his right hand, he hooked his arm around Yu Jianhuan's shoulder, pulling both women into his embrace at the same time.
Jin Qiaoqiao's hands were still twisting, but the force gradually lessened without her realizing it.
Yu Jianhuan buried half her face in his clothes, breathing rapidly, her nails gripping the fabric of his chest tightly.
After a brief struggle, the two of them quieted down one after the other.
One of them leaned against his left shoulder, closed his eyes, and regulated his breathing. His heart rate betrayed that his calm demeanor was all a facade.
Another one was attached to his right arm, the skirt spread out on the ground like a rose-purple tuberose blooming in the wilderness.
The first rays of dawn finally pierced through the lingering gray-white haze over the ruins.
The sound of the tent flap being lifted rang out in the dim light.
Su Qingying walked out carrying the Jade Spirit Sword.
She was draped with a silk quilt made of spirit silkworms.
She took two steps and then stopped.
His gaze fell on the three tightly intertwined figures by the campfire, and his cold face underwent a violent tremor at the level of his sea of consciousness.
First came astonishment.
Then comes stagnation.
Finally, there was a kind of predicament that even the sword intent of the Azure Spirit Sword couldn't conceal.
Her fingers tightened and loosened their grip on the sword, repeating this three times.
"It seems... I came out at the wrong time."
Her voice was dry and harsh, and she immediately turned to go back to her tent after speaking.
"No."
Mo Chengyue's voice came from the tangled group of figures.
"Senior Sister Su, you've arrived just in time."
He raised his chin and gestured towards the small open space directly in front of her, just big enough for one person.
Su Qingying's feet were rooted to the spot.
She glanced down at the silk quilt that had been placed over her at some point.
She glanced again at the man whose gaze was so open it bordered on shamelessness.
Yu Jianhuan tilted her head and glanced at her, unusually refraining from making a provocative remark.
He simply shifted his body slightly to the inside, making room for half a person.
Jin Qiaoqiao didn't even open her eyes, but she tilted her head slightly as she leaned against Mo Chengyue's shoulder, as if she had tacitly agreed to something.
Su Qingying stood there for a long time.
As dawn broke, the outline of her dark outfit was gilded with a thin layer of gold.
She took a deep breath of the crisp morning air.
She slowly inserted the Jade Spirit Sword into the soil at her feet.
The silk quilt slipped off her shoulders, which she folded and placed next to the sword hilt.
She stepped forward and stood an arm's length in front of Mo Chengyue.
His back was straight, facing Mo Chengyue, and his eyes gleamed.
She didn't lean on him.
But she did not refuse.
When Su Qingying arrived, Mo Chengyue, carrying Yu Jianhuan and Jin Qiaoqiao, stood up and the three of them faced her.
Mo Chengyue leaned forward, with a person on each of his arms.
He gently took Su Qingying's stiff hand in his outstretched palm, which conveyed a warm and steady feeling.
Su Qingying's body trembled.
Mo Chengyue pulled her in front of him and hugged her tightly.
As the morning light grew brighter, the four of them huddled together.
The killings and scheming deep within the ruins continued, while the distant sky was flickering between light and darkness due to the collision of unknown spiritual energy.
But in this small depression surrounded by three layers of formations, for a brief moment, time seemed to truly stand still.
The four people nestled together seemed to have awakened from some unreal dream.
This fleeting moment of tenderness stolen in the midst of life and death has finally come to an end.
Su Qingying was the first to make a move.
The knuckles that were being held by Mo Chengyue twitched slightly before being pulled away from the scalding heat.
A faint blush touched the back of her ears, and she took a half-inch step back.
His slender fingers rested once more on the hilt of the Jade Spirit Sword beside him.
Yu Jianhuan also released her grip on the man's clothes, and coughed lightly to hide the flutter in her heart.
She casually lowered her head and began tidying up the rose-purple skirt that had been scattered all over the floor.
Jin Qiaoqiao moved her proud head away from Mo Chengyue's left shoulder, forcibly suppressing the tender emotions that shouldn't have been there in her eyes.
The previously tense and chaotic atmosphere dissipated like morning dew in the morning light.
A subtle compromise and acceptance is quietly taking root in the hearts of these three proud women.
Mo Chengyue was well-versed in the philosophy of survival in the cracks.
He knew exactly what it meant to know when to stop, and didn't say a single unnecessary word.
He patted the dew-covered hem of his clothes, stood up, and turned to walk toward the fire where ashes remained from the previous night.
With his well-defined fingers, he picked up a few pieces of withered wood and reassembled them, a wisp of pure yang energy flicking from his fingertips.
The orange flames immediately leaped in the cool morning breeze.
He rummaged through his personal storage bag and took out the high-grade spirit rice and several jars of clear spirit spring water that he usually kept on hand.
He placed a small bronze pot steadily above the fire.
He skillfully rinsed the rice and added water, stirring the rice slowly and steadily with a wooden spoon at the bottom of the pot.
Wisps of white steam rose up through the gaps in the pot lid.
It added an unwanted touch of worldly life to this high-level cultivator battlefield fraught with danger.
Jin Qiaoqiao walked to a relatively sheltered corner of the camp.
Her long, dark hair, reaching her waist, looked somewhat disheveled in the wind.
She raised her intact right hand and picked up a hair ribbon embroidered with peacock feathers.
He tried to gather his disheveled black hair behind his head.
The penetrating wound in my left shoulder has not fully healed yet.
She merely raised her left arm slightly.
The damaged meridians immediately sent a tearing, intense pain through them.
Princess Peacock gasped in the morning chill.
He was in so much pain that he seemed unsteady on his feet.
She bit her pale lips, her bones still bearing the pride of a demon royal.
She was so forced to swallow the pain and blood.
We are absolutely unwilling to show weakness to anyone at this critical juncture.
Yu Jianhuan's upturned phoenix eyes took in the whole scene.
Last night, she would have definitely taken this opportunity to ridicule this arrogant demon princess mercilessly.