novelraw Chapter 87 The Minister of Magic was kissed so badly by Lu Linglong that he blacked out!
Chapter 87 The Minister of Magic was kissed so badly by Lu Linglong that he blacked out!
Chapter 87 The Minister of Magic was kissed so badly by Lu Linglong that he blacked out!
The Celestial Master's Mansion is the main Taoist temple.
At that moment, a faint friction sound came from the air.
Lu Xiaobai and the Minister of Intelligence floated in mid-air, their expressions focused, an invisible force field drawing in countless strands of liquid metal as thin as hair.
The liquid metal seemed to come alive, rapidly moving and combining beneath the massive stone floor of the Taoist temple, outlining intricate and dazzling lines and symbols.
These lines, as precise as a state-of-the-art circuit board, are nested layer upon layer, emitting a faint blue light, forming the core of a massive alchemical array.
At this moment, the two were of one mind, their mental energy highly concentrated, preparing to guide the next batch of liquid metal to be precisely embedded into the predetermined groove.
In this atmosphere, the air seemed exceptionally heavy, and the only sound in the entire space was the faint hissing of liquid metal rubbing against the ground.
At this critical moment when there was no room for distraction, "Ugh!" The intelligence chief's body suddenly trembled, as if he had been struck by an invisible electric current, and his whole body instantly stiffened!
The metal wire he was controlling suddenly went out of control and scattered on the ground.
What's even stranger is that his face, which always carries a hint of playfulness and liveliness, suddenly began to burn uncontrollably, quickly turning a blush.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
The intelligence chief suddenly squatted down, forcefully covering his burning cheeks with his hands, his muffled voice squeezed out from between his fingers, filled with unbelievable shame and anger.
"That idiot! What is he doing?! How am I supposed to get any work done like this?!"
He felt ashamed as if he had been stripped naked in public, and just wanted to disappear into the ground.
Although Lu Xiaobai next to him didn't squat down and cover his face in such an exaggerated way like the intelligence minister, his usually expressionless fair face now clearly showed a hint of unnatural blush.
His breathing became noticeably rapid, his chest heaving slightly as he struggled to maintain his suspended form, but the smooth metal manipulation in his hands also came to an abrupt halt.
A powerful sensation from the depths of his soul transmitted, without hindrance, every subtle sensory experience happening at the Minister of Magic's location, in perfect, real-time synchronization.
The feeling was so vivid, so immersive, as if they themselves were the ones lying on the tree trunk!
At this moment, the intelligence minister leaned against the cold wall, trying to draw some coolness, but the heat on his face only increased.
Her fair cheeks flushed rapidly, and even her mouth opened slightly involuntarily as she breathed rapidly, trying to calm the surging, unfamiliar flutter of emotion that didn't belong to her.
Meanwhile, Lu Xiaobai tried his best to maintain a calm demeanor on the surface.
But the intense interference from another version of himself was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, making it impossible for him to gather the mental energy required for the precise control he had just achieved.
He could only temporarily stop his work, his brow furrowed, silently enduring this sudden "sharing experience".
Deep in the woods.
The Minister of Magic, who was at the source of this "sensory storm," had his brain completely shut down, turning into a hot mess.
His eyes were tightly closed, and his long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably with tension.
My consciousness was hazy, as if I were floating in warm clouds or trapped in a bizarre dream.
He vaguely remembered being led by the wrist by Lu Linglong through the woods—and then—and then what happened?
The memory is like a piece that has been erased by an eraser, leaving it blurry and indistinct.
But at this moment, it feels like I've returned to the morning.
His lips seemed to be stuck with the fragrant white rice porridge that the little Taoist priest had brought him that morning.
The Minister of Magic involuntarily took a sip of white rice porridge. The sweetness of the rice seemed to melt on his tongue, bringing a comforting warmth that made him subconsciously want to "taste" more.
Then, I think I was eating something that wasn't very salty.
Oh, right, it's the pickled vegetable root that the little Taoist priest brought this morning to go with rice.
At this moment, the Minister of Magic felt as if he were eating pickled vegetable roots that weren't very salty but were quite chewy, and occasionally taking a sip of sweet and warm white rice porridge. He felt that he had a lot of energy throughout the morning.
Just as he was drowsily immersed in the breakfast experience, a cool breeze unexpectedly swept over his body.
The Minister of Magic instinctively wanted to curl up.
He felt as if he were lying in bed, and pulled the blanket over himself to block out the cold wind.
But the wind seemed to penetrate all obstacles, gently blowing across his skin and stirring a slight shiver.
The wind seemed to have changed again, turning into two more distinct air currents, carrying a coolness, blowing past him from both in front and behind.
Wherever he passed, his skin felt as if it were being gently scratched by feathers, raising tiny goosebumps and causing him to tremble involuntarily.
"It's so cold————"
He muttered vaguely to himself, "Where are the others? Isn't he usually the one who sleeps in the latest?"
He instinctively tried to find that familiar figure on the bed for warmth, but only found emptiness.
The annoying cold wind seemed to have grown stronger and shifted direction, making him feel cold all over, and the wind speed was getting faster and faster.
"What's going on? The air conditioning isn't on here either—"
The Minister of Magic thought to himself in his dream, confused and a little aggrieved, his body shivering slightly from the persistent chill.
For some reason, he felt an urge to go to the toilet. Although he wasn't physically in a hurry, the constant blowing of cold air made him feel that it would be better to take care of it.
However, just as he was about to get up in his dream, he exclaimed, "You idiot! Are you going to die?!"
A roar filled with extreme shame and indignation, almost breaking through the connection between souls, resounded like thunder deep within his chaotic consciousness!
It's the Minister of Intelligence's voice!
The roar was like a beam of light, instantly piercing through the layers of misty dreams.
"Hmm?" The Minister of Magic gave a confused hum, his consciousness forcibly pulled back to reality.
The heavy eyelids struggled to open a crack.
The blurry vision gradually focused —
What came into view was Lu Linglong's exquisite face, flushed with a blush, her eyes tightly closed, and her expression extremely focused, right up close!
He could even clearly see her slightly trembling eyelashes and feel her warm, rapid breath on his face.
boom-!!!
All the broken fragments of memory were instantly pieced together!
Then, this enormous cognitive shock swept over the Minister of Magic's already malfunctioning brain and fragile nerves like a tsunami!
"Hmm???"
His eyes widened instantly, and his pupils trembled slightly!
Wait, what about the "rice porridge"? "pickled vegetables"? And what was the "cold wind"?
"Forehead----"
"Aaaaaaahh ...
A short, sharp scream, uttered with extreme social anxiety, suddenly burst from his throat!
Immediately afterwards, everything went black before his eyes, his taut nerves snapped completely, his head lolled to the side, and he passed out very quickly.
Minister of Magic: Hey, Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, are you there? Help me!