The more the fairy suffers, the greater my cultivation will be

The next morning, the sun rose and the mountain top was covered with mist.

Qin Shou got up and leaned over to kiss Ye Linglong's pretty face.

He changed into a white dress, stepped on a flying sword, and flew towards the main peak with his hair in the wind.

Half an hour later.

Outside Hanyue Residence.

As soon as he arrived, Qin Shou felt a biting cold in the air, as if to freeze his soul.

After feeling the cold, the strange fire in his body suddenly became vigorous, and drove away the cold in an instant.

"It's still so cold!" Qin Shou whispered softly, with a hint of emotion in his voice. "I don't know what Song Zhixue wants to talk to me about?" He stared at the closed red door quietly, stretched out his hand and gently pulled the ring, then knocked twice rhythmically. "Dong Dong!" The crisp knocking sound rang out in the silence, and soon, a burst of brisk footsteps came from behind the door, from far to near. As the bolt was slowly pulled open, the door slowly opened. Zhao Linger, who was wearing a cold long skirt and a hanging bun, came out of the door to greet him. When her eyes fell on Qin Shou, a trace of anger appeared on her pretty face, but the anger only flashed by and was quickly suppressed by her. "Come with me!" Zhao Linger opened her lips lightly, and turned to walk inside after saying that. Qin Shou nodded, and then followed Zhao Linger into the house. Soon, the two came to the backyard where Song Zhixue often stayed.

"Miss, I've brought the person here!"

Zhao Linger saluted a woman who was sitting on the lawn in the yard.

"Yes!" Song Zhixue slowly finished her exercise, her eyes suddenly opened, and there seemed to be a flash of spiritual light in her eyes.

Her expression was indifferent, but with an irresistible majesty.

Then, she opened her red lips and said, "Go get a bowl of spiritual soup."

"Yes!" Zhao Linger nodded, glanced at Qin Shou slightly, and then walked away briskly.

Qin Shou clasped his hands and said, "I don't know what fairy, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Song Zhixue did not answer immediately, but slowly stood up, performed the art of shrinking the earth into an inch, and teleported to the pavilion on the side with just one step, and then sat down slowly, with an extremely elegant posture!

Glancing at him, "Come here first!"

Hearing this cold and emotionless voice, Qin Shou couldn't help but feel a little uneasy and walked over slowly.

"Sit down!"

Qin Shou took a seat obediently, staring at Song Zhixue's beautiful face. Although that face was pleasing to the eye, this woman was too cold, so cold that people couldn't even raise the slightest desire in front of her.

And Song Zhixue, on that cold face, didn't feel uncomfortable at all under Qin Shou's gaze.

She raised her white jade hand gently, and two cups and a pot of wine slowly fell on the table.

Then, she stood up slowly and poured wine for Qin Shou herself.

The wine pot swayed gently in her hand, and the clear wine slowly flowed into the wine glass like a stream, without a drop of splashing.

All of this was seen by Qin Shou.

He wondered in his heart that Song Zhixue seemed a little different today than usual.

Her usually cold expression now had a hint of expectation, as if she was asking him for something!

But a fairy who was high above and powerful should be an extraordinary and admirable existence, so why would she ask him, a cultivator who was only in the foundation-building stage?

This made him wonder, and he was ready to see what tricks Song Zhixue was up to.

When the wine in the glass was full, Song Zhixue slowly poured it for her own glass.

Suddenly, a mellow aroma of wine wafted out, and the aroma was like a thread, refreshing.

Qin Shou's nose moved slightly, and the aroma of wine mixed with the faint plum fragrance emanating from Song Zhixue's body, and penetrated into his nose together.

"What a good smell!"

He couldn't help but exclaimed, and he didn't know whether this exclamation was referring to the fragrance of the mellow wine or the faint and elegant plum fragrance of Song Zhixue.

Song Zhixue lifted her skirt and sat down gracefully.

Her ethereal and pure eyes, like a clear spring, flashed with lively light, and looked into Qin Shou's eyes full of spiritual energy.

The two of them just stood there in silence, neither of them spoke first, as if time had stopped at this moment.

In the air, the

The spiritual power overflowing from the sky quietly permeated like mist.

Qin Shou blinked slightly, then moved his eyes away and looked down, his eyes fell on Song Zhixue's bulging breasts.

As the old saying goes, a man's life is spent climbing to the top, and this is true!

Unconsciously, a blush quickly climbed up Song Zhixue's fair cheeks, and a hint of shyness flashed in her eyes.

She hurriedly stretched out her hand to cover her chest slightly, but how could a small hand cover the huge snow peaks?

[Song Zhixue: Emotion Value +0.5%]

Seeing the system's prompt, Qin grinned with satisfaction and drank the wine on the table.

The cold wine went into his stomach, like a clear spring flowing in his stomach, which made him shudder!

"Hu——" he exhaled a breath of white air, as if exhaling the boredom in his heart.

Then, Qin Shou's face was solemn, and he said solemnly: "Fairy, speak frankly! What do you want to see me for today?"

Song Zhixue still kept silent, a hint of hesitation flashed across her beautiful face, and she just gently pushed her glass of wine in front of Qin Shou with the back of her finger.

Looking at this glass of wine!

Qin Shou was confused, could it be that she wanted to get him drunk today... and then that...

Tsk tsk tsk!

Fairy, you are playing with fire!

Thinking so, Qin Shou did not hesitate too much, and without saying a word, he took up Song Zhixue's glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.

Song Zhixue saw that both glasses were empty, and gently picked up the wine pot and filled them.

The two repeated this, Qin Shou drank one glass after another, and his eyes gradually became blurred.

And Song Zhixue poured one glass after another, and there was always a look in her eyes that was difficult to read.