The Noble Fairy
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 33
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 33 - How do immortals make love? Are male and female immortals the same as mortals when they make love? Most immortals in novels attach great importance to their chastity, even men. Only a small number of lechers and certain demon cultivators who like to take yin to replenish yang and take yang to replenish yin are exceptions. In this work, adult content generally follows the story, that is, erotic content and plot are inseparable. I want to make the characters and worldview as real and three-dimensi
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fiction High Fantasy Mystery
Feixing is an observant person.
He understood from Qingchen’s subtle body movements that she had woken up.
He sat up and pulled his soft penis out of Qingchen’s tight little hole.
Qingchen’s delicate body stiffened for a moment, her lips tightly closed, her lower abdomen twitched uncontrollably, and a large amount of obscene body fluids flowed out of her lower body.
She lay sideways in his arms.
It’s not that she didn’t want to leave, it’s because she had no strength.
It’s not that the drug has not yet dissipated, it’s because ... her actions when she took the initiative just now were too intense, and she exhausted her remaining physical strength.
All kinds of excuses for himself flashed through his mind, Feixing hesitated for a while, and finally did not speak.
He silently picked her up and left the woods, came to the river, and cleaned her and himself.
He was very serious, without any evil thoughts in his actions, and then used the fairy spirit to evaporate the water droplets and put clothes on Qingchen and himself.
Qingchen kept his head down.
The two did not say a word throughout the whole process.
Silence may be a good medicine for healing, a deadly poison, or a wrongly prescribed laxative - or it may be a little flour and a few handfuls of wall dust, and then deceive yourself that it is a magic medicine. Feixing held her and walked towards Sunjiazhuang. Qingchen did not object, she thought it was better to die on the battlefield than to commit suicide. When the two rushed back to Sunjiazhuang, the village was full of broken walls and ruins. Bricks and rubble piled up into mountains, crying and screaming were everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of blood. The demons with evil spirits were slaughtering in the village. After the barking of dogs did not work, the villagers became lambs to be slaughtered. Many people died, such as several young men who had taught Feixing farming skills, such as Sun Baibai, a round-faced shy girl who had taught Yangchun women’s needlework and could peek at Feixing. Qingchen moved, as if she wanted to walk by herself after recovering some strength. Feixing put her down. As soon as she took a step, her body began to shake. Seeing this, Feixing subconsciously wanted to go forward and hold her.
However, Qingchen stretched out his hand to signal him not to get close, and after shaking, he stabilized his body and took the second step.
As soon as she recovered a little strength, she wanted to be independent. After all, no matter when and under what circumstances, she was a stubborn girl who refused to give up.
Even after she lost her mind just now, she subconsciously wanted to ride on it and move by herself.
After taking the second step, she rushed towards the demon.
“Master--”
Feixing called her from behind, but she didn’t look back.
Qingchen didn’t come back.
Feixing sighed, it seemed that she really didn’t want to stay here for a moment.
At the moment Qingchen died, some changes occurred in the illusion.
Feixing’s eyes blurred and he came to the demon.
The demon was in Sun Lian’s house. Sun Lian was squatting in the corner with his head in his hands, shivering. There was a foul smell under his body, and he had lost control of his bladder. The demon suddenly fell to the ground, dying with only one breath left.
Before Feixing could react to what happened, a memory entered his mind.
...
He saw a poor little village.
One year, a villager named Chen came to the village.
The villager inherited a large inheritance from his uncle. He was friendly and wealthy. He moved to the village with his wife, a pair of children, and a family of four.
He was kind and generous, and was deeply loved by the villagers. He bought many oxen and stone millstones for the villagers out of his own pocket, built roads, water mills, and built ancestral halls and temples, which made the village look brand new and improved the quality of life of the villagers by several levels.
There was a young man who was lazy and often went to Chen Dubao’s house to eat in the name of visiting.
The young man’s surname was Sun, and his name was Sun Erniu. He was always amazed when he saw the luxurious and expensive decorations in Chen Dubao’s house, and he was even more unceremonious when facing a sumptuous meal. Chen Dubao didn’t mind, but often advised him to find a proper job as soon as possible, and occasionally lent him some silver, but of course he never asked him to pay it back.
Sun Erniu was naturally grateful to Dubao, but he always felt bad every time he left the luxurious house.
One year, there was a severe drought.
Chen Dubao took out half of his family property to help the villagers, but the villagers still had to eat one meal and starve the next, barely making ends meet.
One day, a Taoist priest came to the village.
The Taoist priest said that there was a demon hiding in the village, causing no rain to fall from the sky.
So, the angry villagers asked who the demon was.
The Taoist priest pointed at Sun Erniu.
Sun Erniu immediately knelt on the ground and shouted that he was wronged.
The Taoist priest said, “If you are not a demon, you must know who the demon is.”
Facing the angry people, facing the sky that did not rain, and facing his hungry stomach.
He said inexplicably:
“It was Chen Dubao.”
There is no need to elaborate on what happened next.
Chen Dubao’s virtuous wife was hanged.
He himself was hit to death by the hoe he bought for the villagers to plow the land.
His son watched his 14-year-old sister being bitten to death by the dogs in the village that they had petted and fed.
The people tortured Chen Dubao’s son, vented their hatred on him, and asked the Taoist why it didn’t rain even though the evil spirit died.
The Taoist smiled and said to them that although it didn’t rain, they could survive with the other half of Chen Dubao’s wealth, right?
The next month after the Taoist left, it began to drizzle.
The villagers had the other half of the wealth, and sold Chen Dubao’s mansion, finding many large IOUs, so they collected many debts in his name and became extremely rich all of a sudden.
Chen Dubao’s tortured son was thrown into the mountains by the villagers to worship the mountain ghosts.
Three years later.
Sun Erniu became the village chief of Sunjia Village and changed his name to Sun Lian.
The Taoist from that year came again.
He taught Sun Lian a magic called “Turning Soul into Gold”.
He told Sun Lian that this technique could turn people with intelligent souls into gold sand, and the more souls with remaining life, the more wealth they could turn into.
But after the villagers divided up Chen Dubao’s wealth, they were no longer considered poor. The dying old man could not exchange for much money, and how could there be young and strong people willing to sacrifice their lives?
The Taoist also said that he had transformed Chen Dubao’s son into a demon, and would let it enter the village at night every once in a while.
It hated the villagers of Chenjia Village very much, but because it had witnessed its sister being bitten to death by a dog, it became very afraid of dogs.
Sun Lian understood.
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