The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple (52)
Bai Weiwei commanded coldly: “Come here.”
Ning Yishu obediently came to her side.
She casually reached out to grasp his shoulder, her eyes carrying a hint of unconscious charm.
“Come, carry me.”
Ning Yishu’s fingers trembled, and his muscles tensed up.
“Are you deaf? Carry me.” Bai Weiwei raised her eyebrows in dissatisfaction.
Ning Yishu lowered his head, unable to suppress the scorching heat in his eyes. He reached out and easily picked her up.
As soon as he picked her up, she pressed her fingers against his chest, and a white light entered his body.
Ning Yishu felt a shock, followed by an intense pain.
Soon, Bai Weiwei extracted a gold light from his chest and steadily guided it into her body.
The pain made Ning Yishu break out into a cold sweat. Although the energy extracted was only a small portion of his body.
Even if she couldn’t hurt him, the method she used to take his power was particularly insidious.
If he really had been a disciple at the Foundation Establishment stage, this method of extracting spiritual energy would probably have crippled him.
Bai Weiwei had obtained a large amount of golden power, and her body became lighter.
Because of the abundance of power, her black hair took on a lustrous glow, and her face flushed red, more beautiful than a tender flower.
Bai Weiwei sighed contentedly, then languidly shrank into his arms, like a cat that had eaten its fill.
Seeing this, Ning Yishu felt his heart race.
The sharp pain became a strange satisfaction1.
“Shifu, do you want more?”
Bai Weiwei’s vicious facade almost cracked.
She had put on the vicious appearance of the old demoness of Black Hill and absorbed his spiritual strength. Wouldn’t a normal person be resentful and disgusted?
Could it be that Ning Yishu’s temperament was forbearing, so while his face was smiling at her, in his heart he was peeling her skin and cutting up her flesh?
【Ding. The male lead’s favorability has increased to 68.】
Bai Weiwei: “…”
Then she looked up. Her character settings meter had dropped to a third.
Bai Weiwei gave up all hope. She must be wearing a fake vicious mask.
Could this still increase favorability?
Could this still destroy her vicious character setting?
Ning Yishu gazed at her satisfied face, feeling that she was really lovable and… it was impossible to describe this mood.
If sucking up his strength made her happy and comfortable, he would send it over of his own volition.
The system looked at its despairing host.
Then it looked at the satisfied expression of the male lead who very clearly had a pit in his brain.
It silently ate its expired Latiao: This was just the daily routine of the poop-scooping official and his cat master2.
Bai Weiwei’s face was deathly pale. She passed through the next three days as though death was better than living.
In these three days, her image in Ning Yishu’s heart had broken down to one-tenth.
No matter how against heaven and earth or ruthless she was, he forgave it all.
The favorability didn’t drop, and instead, it rose. It reached 70.
She and the system mutually embraced each other, quaking and shaking, feeling that Nine Heavens Xuan Lei would come down and split the two of them into dregs.
This was the first time that she shuddered in fear when she saw the favorability. She desperately wished that she could beg Ning Yishu, this massive do-M, not to increase his affections in the next century.
Fortunately, she just came up with a witty solution. She coldly told him: “Quickly go and see. I heard that Immortal Ascension stage Yu Chen gege also came. Go have everyone in Grand Heavens Mountain Sect gather to greet him.”
Ning Yishu was silent for a moment, before he asked in a light tone: “Yu Chen xianjun3?”
Bai Weiwei’s face immediately contained the spirit of an extremely pretentious little girl. “Yes, ah, we’ve known each other for several decades. When we used to cultivate together, we would help each other out. He is a genius and cultivated faster than me. He is simply my dream lover.”
With these words, her entire body was covered in goosebumps.
“Shifu, do you like him?” Ning Yishu’s voice sank.
1: 餍足: [of selfish desires]↩
2: Based on the joke that humans are the masters of dogs, but cats are the masters of humans LOL↩
3: 仙君: sounds like a title. Lit. means immortal lord/monarch.↩