Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 781

Chapter 781: 272. Not out of the Sea of Suffering, falling into the vast world (7.4K words - seeking subscription)_2

Finally, Ning Yunmiao finished expressing her worries and fears, but she didn’t have much of a solution. Not only she herself didn’t have one, she believed no one else could either. She and Song Yan being able to escape from the pursuit of the Blood River Sect’s people was already impressive. If the world was a chessboard, she feared that she and Song Yan wouldn’t even qualify to step onto it.

In the end, she softly said, "Evil cannot triumph over good. I still believe in the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace. We’re just staying out of the limelight for now. When the senior uncles have cleared out the Blood River Sect people, we can return. By then, you can rightfully reclaim your name."

Song Yan nodded, "There will certainly be such a day."

Ning Yunmiao nudged him, "You’re coaxing a child again!"

Song Yan asked in surprise, "Isn’t that so?"

Ning Yunmiao said, "I mean, that’s not what you’re really thinking, but you’re coaxing me."

Song Yan took a deep breath, straightened his expression, and raised his hand to swear, "I swear I’m not coaxing my senior sister."

Ning Yunmiao left, half believing, half doubting.

Song Yan put his hand down.

Those who knew him knew that if he didn’t swear, it was fine; but if he swore, he was definitely lying.

However, the senior sister who was once like a cold and beautiful goddess to him, able to protect him, was nothing more than a "world-weary Su Yao" after shedding that hard shell.

They were equally naive.

This much, Song Yan had understood during the time he spent with his senior sister and working together once.

Let’s put it this way, if power was equalized, his senior sister would be toyed with by the likes of Di Cunxin and the "Celestial Venerable" Yun Zhaoxuan.

Of course...

Besides the lovely Po Xu Yuzhuang and Xiao Bing, and the worried Ning Yunmiao, there were also the Han Family sisters these days.

Sometimes, little Wei’Er would come over, lift her fragrantly scented skirt, reveal her soft and tender hips, then slowly wrap around the little gentleman...

When she’s in a good mood, she would silently endure, gritting her teeth without making a sound.

In contrast, Little Bells was entirely different, she was bold in love and hate, expressing her joy loudly.

She would shout happily until she was exhausted, then slowly retreat...

Song Yan enjoyed it all.

Little Wei’Er and Little Bells always brought him pure happiness.

He didn’t like taking risks.

So like this, even if it continued for ten thousand years, a million years, it would be just fine.

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When the third Other Shore Flower bloomed, Song Yan felt the speed of "purification" increasing, and his ability to make wishes also correspondingly strengthened.

The bow-wielding male cultivator said, "Even the Nine Heavens Map is mostly useless, just the tip of the iceberg. Why must you doggedly pursue me?" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

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