All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 467 - 280 If you call her ’Master’s Wife’... there will be no more chances."_1

Chapter 467: Chapter 280 If you call her ’Master’s Wife’... there will be no more chances."_1
The moonlight flowed quietly through the night, its pale light casting a web of shadows.
Li Zijun lay on the ground, gazing at the blank eyes of the long-dead wild boar. Suddenly, her own eyes lit up. She crouched down and plucked a stalk of foxtail grass.
Was this the same kind her master always liked to hold in his mouth?
She extended a delicate finger, gently tapping the end of the grass. The fluffy foxtail bounced slightly.
Ji Nanjue watched the foxtail tremble in Li Zijun’s hand. As she looked at the ’stalk,’ an odd expression filled her eyes, as if she’d thought of something. She glanced at Su Bei suspiciously. Su Bei looked back, confused.
"Ji Baoer, what are you looking at?"
Cold moonlight seemed to soak the hem of her white gauze skirt, and a light fragrance drifted from the pines and willows.
Ji Nanjue reached out and took the foxtail grass from Li Zijun’s hand. She observed its soft fluff, so delicate it seemed a breath of wind could break it. Her eyebrows arched beautifully.
Her eyes narrowed further. She couldn’t resist plucking at the tip of the grass. Then, her delicate hand formed a loose fist, and she began to stroke it up and down...
Her gaze lost its usual cunning, replaced by an expression of pure innocence.
"Soft... just like you."
Then, with slightly parted lips, she took it into her mouth.
Su Bei watched Ji Nanjue’s actions, coughed loudly, and snatched the stalk of grass from her hand, his face contorted in anger!
For some reason, this woman seemed intent on challenging his authority all day!
"The same as your husband?" he demanded. "Soft or hard, don’t you already know?"
If Li Zijun weren’t right beside them, Su Bei would probably be demonstrating his virility to Ji Nanjue then and there!
Li Zijun looked at the foxtail grass in confusion, her gaze darting between Su Bei and Ji Nanjue. Eventually, her eyes fixed on a certain spot below Su Bei’s waist, and her neck instantly flushed crimson.
She turned her head away, covering her face. "Master, I’m hungry..."
Clouds gradually began to gather, threatening to engulf the full moon. The moonlight grew hazy, and the world seemed to dissolve into deep ink.
Su Bei lifted his head to look at the weather and murmured, "Looks like it’s going to rain."
As his words fell, the night wind seemed to respond, howling and bringing a sudden chill.
Li Zijun shivered involuntarily, hugging her arms for warmth.
Seeing this, Su Bei took off his long robe and gently draped it over her shoulders. He casually patted her head.
Then, clad only in an inner shirt, he hoisted the wild boar onto his shoulder, grabbed the two rabbits, and after a glance around, said, "There’s a small, dilapidated Daoist Temple not far from here."
"We can’t just sleep outside tonight; it’s neither safe nor comfortable."
"Let’s rest there for the night and set out again tomorrow!"
Ji Nanjue glanced at the long robe Su Bei had draped over Li Zijun, then at herself. Her lips moved silently for a moment before she said nonchalantly, "Darling, I’m cold too."
Su Bei slanted a glance at Ji Nanjue, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "You won’t be cold later tonight," he said, his voice dropping. "Just be good, my dear Baoer..."
Ji Nanjue’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson. She coughed quickly, glanced at Li Zijun, and muttered under her breath, "Zijun is still here! What nonsense are you spouting?"
Hidden beneath the hem of her white gauze skirt, her slender legs rubbed together unconsciously a few times, as if his words had sparked an instinctive reaction.
Su Bei subtly took her hand, and the three of them, guided by the fading moonlight, made their way towards the dilapidated Daoist Temple.
This mountain path was seldom trodden, and the small Daoist Temple had been deserted for a long time, its grounds covered in a thick layer of dust.
A somewhat dilapidated statue, unvisited by worshippers for years, stood mottled and worn. Its gold paint had faded, revealing the mud and stone beneath. The glory of its past was barely discernible beneath the rampant weeds choking the courtyard. The grandeur of bygone days was long lost.
It was a mystery why a Daoist Temple had been built in such a sparsely populated place. Perhaps its original occupants were not self-sufficient; without pilgrims or a source of income for food and drink, the temple had naturally fallen into ruin. Perhaps decades, or even centuries ago, this place had bustled with activity? Rise and fall are the natural course of things in this world. Especially after becoming a cultivator, everything before my eyes seems like fleeting clouds of the past, stirring only a faint echo of emotion in my heart. The Daoist Temple’s plaque had long since been burned as kindling. Who even knew which Immortal it had been dedicated to?
But still, Su Bei respectfully bowed to the statue and said with a friendly smile, "Earth God, the three of us would like to take shelter here for the night. We hope you don’t mind."
With a wave of his hand, a gust of wind swept the thick dust from the ground and out the door.
"Today, you’ll get to taste Su Mou’s cooking."
"Su Clan Barbecued Boar."
Su Bei skillfully skinned and gutted the wild boar, then spitted it over the fire to roast.
Outside the Daoist Temple, the sky grew increasingly dark as storm clouds gathered. The howling night wind RATTLED the doors.
Inside the Daoist Temple, however, a fire blazed brightly, casting a warm glow.
The two prepared rabbits and the large wild boar, illuminated by the flames, sizzled as fat dripped from them. Their rich aroma soon filled the entire Daoist Temple.
Li Zijun hugged her knees, silently watching the fire. The golden light danced on her snow-white, delicate skin, making it seem to ripple with a lustrous heat. It looked so tender it might break at a touch, and a faint blush beneath its surface was slowly intensifying.