Starting with a Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation
Chapter 435

Discussing Matters and an Ambush

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"Heh~"

A warm, moist breath struck his neck and spread along his jaw, drawing that whole patch into a humid heat, tingling and numbing, truly wonderful beyond words.

Jin Miaoshan's green robe exposed her snow-white shoulders and collarbones, while the blue-white lotus-patterned bodice cupped her breasts without revealing even the slightest ravine.

It combined bewitching, sensual temptation with conservatism, making one's throat go dry. Her body twisted ceaselessly like a water snake, bumping and rubbing against him again and again.

She truly was a rare beauty of the mortal world!

At that moment, sensing the abnormality in Wang Yu's body, Jin Miaoshan abruptly left his embrace. A small, delicate round fan appeared in her hand, charmingly covering the lower half of her face.

Her brows and eyes curved, revealing a trace of amusement.

"Miaoshan had thought Brother Wang was a cultivation fool who knew nothing of romance. After testing today, your fire is very vigorous~"

Wang Yu smiled without the slightest concern and walked over to sit down beside the small round table in the building.

As the saying went: Big-Head Son, Small-Head Father.

Most men had their big head controlled by their little head, and humans were also the only animals in heat all year round. Everyone had the desire to reproduce.

His self-control was relatively strong, and he also knew how to relax appropriately.

What had happened just now had been her probing.

So Wang Yu responded as well, "Miaoshan, playing around is fine, but don't let yourself fall into it. We cultivators should place our feelings in heaven and earth. If we can live long in this world, it will not be too late to seek a home for the heart then."

"—Pah!"

These words carried both teasing and sincerity, but they also made Jin Miaoshan's expression

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