ushernet Chapter 132 A Kiss for Ten Thousand Years
Chapter 132 A Kiss for Ten Thousand Years
Jiang Changsu curled her lips. This person was chanting incantations to the ancestral master's golden coffin just now, but he was exposed when it came to the real test.
The secret texts of the Hehuan Sect are indeed difficult for ordinary people to decipher.
However, Lin Xiaozhi's embarrassing performance was probably just to get her attention, right? Jiang Changsu looked disdainful, but secretly she was secretly a little excited.
Little did they know that the floral and cloud-like reliefs on both sides of the golden coffin contained celestial script, which Luo Sifan's celestial soul sensed and unconsciously read aloud.
"In that case, Elder Lin, listen carefully!"
Jiang Changsu stared intently at the golden coffin and jade platform, his expression turning solemn.
"The large characters on the coffin are the name of our ancestor, Yu Zongzu. She gave birth to the Jade Lotus and founded our sect. Elder Lin, since you have the title of elder of our sect, you must not disrespect her!"
"Yu Lishuang? Yu Lishuang?"
Luo Sifan murmured the name several times, seemingly moved by it.
Unable to help but frown and rub his forehead, his soul stirred, he involuntarily bowed his head and kowtowed deeply three times to the golden coffin in front of him.
Seeing his respectful attitude, Jiang Changsu did not pursue the matter of his presumptuous use of the patriarch's name and his strange, absent-minded behavior.
Once Luo Sifan had stopped, Jiang Changsu turned her gaze to the small characters on the front of the jade platform and softly, somewhat haltingly, began to decipher them:
“The tomb may be reopened, but youth will never return. If you, sir, are fortunate enough to meet me then, lift the coffin lid and grant me a glimpse of you. If even a fraction of my former beauty remains, it will still be enough to captivate a city and eclipse the moon, leaving a lasting mark on your spring dreams.”
Jiang Changsu read through the tiny words hesitantly, and was greatly surprised.
The words were solemnly engraved on the front of the jade platform, but the content seemed to be a joke played by Yu Lishuang.
He ordered the coffin to be opened and the contents of the coffin to be appreciated. Ten thousand years later, Yu Lishuang still thought of using her beauty to have a one-night stand and disturb people's peaceful dreams.
Are you sure it's not a rotting corpse or skeleton that's giving people nightmares?
Jiang Changsu was still hesitating whether to obey the ancestor's dying wish when Luo Sifan, in a daze as if possessed, stumbled closer to the golden coffin and placed his hand on the coffin lid.
A clear, melodious sound echoed through the tomb chamber from where the coffin lids met.
"No!"
Jiang Changsu suddenly realized what was happening and was about to intervene.
The gauze robe suddenly transformed into a cage, binding Jiang Changsu so tightly that she could hardly move an inch.
Terrified, Jiang Changsu struggled desperately, stretching her jade-like arms out to Luo Sifan, trying her best to push Luo Sifan aside, but her fingers wobbled wildly, and she was about a foot away from Luo Sifan.
"Be careful! There might be a trap inside this coffin!"
Jiang Changsu no longer cared about saving face for the sect's patriarch, and changed her expression to scold Luo Sifan, who was like a demon, focusing all his attention on pushing the coffin lid.
The heavy, grating sound of the metal coffin lid rolling around continued incessantly.
Ignoring Jiang Changsu's shouts and stomping, Luo Sifan pushed the coffin with all his might, lowered his head, his eyes shining, and stared intently at the gradually opening crack in the coffin...
As the coffin lid was slowly opened, Luo Sifan seemed to see something extraordinary. His straight back bent lower and lower, and his entire head and face were completely absorbed as he leaned closer and closer to what was inside the coffin.
Before long, Luo Sifan's entire neck was buried inside the golden coffin.
Strange, rustling sounds emanated from the half-open golden coffin.
Jiang Changsu had long since given up struggling, feeling utterly disheartened. Yet, the persistent pecking sounds still made her eyes widen, and her anger surge.
"Lin Xiaozhi! Shut up!"
Jiang Changsu felt so cold that her whole body went numb, and only her mouth remained conscious as she hysterically cursed.
She simply couldn't understand why Luo Sifan could bring himself to eat the skeleton in a coffin that had been dead for tens of thousands of years.
The sounds of their lingering, intimate kisses were so intense and passionate that they drove her almost to madness.
Of course, what Luo Sifan heard and saw was far less terrible than Jiang Changsu imagined.
Throughout the entire ordeal, Luo Sifan remained clear-headed and fully aware of his actions.
The powerful force emanating from the immortal soul controlled Luo Sifan's every move, but he himself did not resist it very much, and even enjoyed it somewhat.
The reason is simple: the person in the coffin is not only breathtakingly beautiful, but also actively seeks a kiss…
At first glance, Yu Lishuang in the coffin was a cold jade sculpture with delicate, slanted eyebrows, slightly dim phoenix eyes, a straight nose, thin lips, and extremely three-dimensional facial features. She was stunningly beautiful, like a sleeping imperial prince.
When Luo Sifan was forced to touch those icy lips against hers, her blood seeped into her skin, and Yu Lishuang's pale pink lips suddenly warmed up, turning a warm, vermilion red.
As soon as the lips parted, a fragrant aroma filled Luo Sifan's mouth and nose. His hesitant lips were unexpectedly attacked by Yu Lishuang's revived lips and teeth, and he instantly succumbed.
Her long, curled eyelashes had quietly opened at some point, and her deep blue phoenix eyes silently gazed at Luo Sifan's handsome face, which was flustered, half surprised and half infatuated, just inches away.
Luo Sifan was filled with questions, but had no time to voice them. He mumbled something, as if struggling to break free, or perhaps trying to please her.
Even Luo Sifan himself wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do next. His mind was racing with ideas, but he was mostly immersed in Yu Lishuang's sensual pleasures.
Luo Sifan gripped the edge of the golden coffin with both hands, veins bulging, forcing himself not to leap into the coffin.
"Will this ever end?!"
Jiang Changsu's repeated curses were to no avail. Exhausted, she simply shut her mouth, silently complaining as she anxiously watched Luo Sifan's body outside the coffin, its strength waning.
Although it was unclear how terrifying the scene inside the golden coffin was, the sight of Luo Sifan standing on tiptoe and his taut, trembling body made Sect Leader Jiang feel uneasy.
The monster in the coffin was clearly using it to absorb Luo Sifan's blood essence. As time went on, Luo Sifan seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
"Lustful and reckless! He only has himself to blame!"
Jiang Changsu was unable to move, only her eyes gleamed with anger as she complained that Luo Sifan had sought his own death.
Little did he know that Luo Sifan's physical exertion was actually used to resist the temptation of Yu Lishuang's lips and teeth.
After a long while, Luo Sifan gradually felt numb, stiffened and unable to move, and even lost control of his lips and tongue.
Yu Lishuang seemed to have had her fill. With a flick of her tongue, she widened the distance between the two of them. She remained lying on her back at the bottom of the golden coffin, a gentle smile spreading across her bright and beautiful face.
His deep blue eyes never left Luo Sifan's face, as if trying to see through his very soul.
Luo Sifan now had time to ask questions, but his lips and tongue were numb and he could hardly move them. He could only blink his eyelids to indicate that he had too many questions to ask her.
“Luo Sifan…”
Yu Lishuang uttered Luo Sifan's name with a captivating and enchanting utterance from her crimson lips.
Although her accent was somewhat strange, it was clearly a dialect spoken within the Silverfrost Empire. From her tone, Luo Sifan not only knew her name but was also an acquaintance with whom he had a deep connection.
Luo Sifan was even more puzzled. He blinked his eyelids a few times at the beauty whose breath he could hear, as if he had a bone stuck in his throat and could not speak.
Yu Lishuang was not anxious at all. Instead, she leisurely admired Luo Sifan's expressions and movements, as if she couldn't get enough of watching him.