kingnovel Chapter 668 The Siren is a Clingy Person 32
Chapter 668 The Siren is a Clingy Person 32
The silence meant that this matter might not be the same as Miaomiao had imagined.
It was not until a long time later that Ming leaned over and gently picked up Miaomiao and placed her on the white bed sheet. She leaned on Ming's chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the sigh coming from his chest.
"The barrier on this isolated island was built by me when I woke up, almost exhausting my cultivation."
Ming's fingertips brushed across the slightly red corners of Miaomiao's eyes and continued.
"'There are fifty great ways, of which Heaven has derived forty-nine, and therefore one is kept', which means that there are fifty great ways that can maintain the normal operation of all things, of which forty-nine are truly effective, and the one that does not function is hidden.
Yet, this one path plays a decisive role in the changes and developments of all things.”
Ming's voice was like an ancient mountain bell, low and hoarse.
"That's why, even though there's a barrier, it still can't prevent someone from entering my island with the right time, place, and people.
This barrier not only protects this place, but also traps me.
I won't hide it from you. Although I can come and go freely now, it will take time to break the barrier and get everyone out.
We are destined to be companions. You have my heart-protecting scales on your body, so we must be together through life and death."
Ming seemed to be a little happy when he said this. His Adam's apple rolled and he gently touched the hair on her forehead with his fingertips.
“I haven’t told you before that I am a member of the sea tribe. If I want to recover my magic power, I must practice diligently in the sea, or even in this area, for several years.
Therefore, if we leave this isolated island, these humans will die of old age here because I cannot take them out with me.
After I leave, I will no longer be able to open this place because I am far away from the place of cultivation.
Or, I can send those humans out first, but you need to wait for me on this isolated island for a few years to practice.
On this isolated island, I can satisfy you with whatever you want. Just wait a few years, we will leave, and my cultivation will recover.
But the choices are yours, and whatever you choose, I support you.”
As Ming finished speaking, his hot breath sprayed on Miaomiao's neck.
His face was buried deep in the skin behind her ear, and his delicate kisses were like spring rain soaking the dry land, carrying with them a desire and comfort for Miaomiao.
In a place where Miaomiao couldn't see, a strong smell began to linger in the whole room, like fog and illusion, and Miaomiao looked like she was drunk.
Good looking, good to kiss, good to touch......
Miaomiao felt a shudder running up her spine, and her skin trembled slightly.
She couldn't help but raise her head, responding to the burning heat. Dang Ming's kiss gradually moved down...
She reached out in panic to hold the other person down, but her fingertips only grabbed silver hair, which was wet and slippery.
Until, her senses blossomed like flowers in full bloom in spring, and the sound of her heartbeat finally drowned out all her thoughts...
The morning light was like melted gold foil, streaming into the house through the mottled window frames, casting a soft and shiny edge on the overlapping figures of the two people.
Miaomiao opened her eyes with trembling eyelashes, and unexpectedly Ming was still there. He held her in his strong arms, and his breath gently swept across the top of her head.
Even though they hadn't actually done anything last night from their almost-cross-the-line intimacy, Miaomiao felt like she had turned into a ripe salted egg yolk, so yellow it was almost about to burst...
She didn't believe that he was really sleeping now, and she could even feel some kind of fluctuation between her legs, but Miaomiao was not prepared to break the other party's restraint in the early morning.
Miaomiao let out a light breath and looked at the man's handsome face and the bite marks on his neck where she had left them.
The early morning sunlight finally pulled her lost brain back. Miaomiao remembered what she had not finished saying last night and frowned slightly.
Last night it seemed like Ming had left all the decisions to her, but in fact the decision was still in her hands.
"Are you thinking about those humans? Their fate is in my Miaomiao's hands."
Ming didn't know when he opened his eyes. His voice was filled with the laziness of waking up in the morning, and carried a smile of success that he didn't intend to pretend.
Miaomiao sighed lightly and gave the other person a displeased look.
"You did it on purpose!"
That's right, it was intentional.
Deliberately not showing up, deliberately leaving all choices to yourself.
But from the moment the choice is made, the outcome is already determined.
Miaomiao is indeed not a saint, but she cannot ignore these living beings' desire for freedom and to return home. Even if it takes a few years, it is not impossible.
But if I leave first, they will have to stay on this isolated island forever.
Not only can the dying mother not see her child, the newborn baby cannot see his father, and there are all kinds of miscellaneous reasons why one has to go back.
"Are you going to tell anyone about your existence today?"
Miaomiao pushed the other person away and sat up, her skin was already white and there was no sign of having been ravaged.
“Since my Miaomiao has made her choice, I will naturally be there.”
Ming said in a shameless way.
As the morning light pierced through the clouds, Miaomiao wrote earnestly on the paper, the wet handwriting tinged with attachment and guilt.
At the end, after thinking for a while, he added, "Don't worry, he treats me very well. Take care of yourselves. We will definitely come back."
After finishing writing, he stuffed the neatly folded letter into the envelope.
Ming leaned against the door frame, looking at the thin figure of his beloved girl, whose figure was outlined with golden edges by the sunlight. When he raised his hand, the heavy jewels reflected a cold light.
The others stood in the corridor, and each of them was given a small box filled with jewels.
Everything seemed unreal to the extreme, especially when seeing the tall and handsome male demon leaning against the door frame not far away.
“The food is really good.”
Liu Jiaojiao only took one look at the other person and said enviously, but if this opportunity was given to her, she wouldn't dare.
Ming glanced at his subordinate who had transformed into Yinian, with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.
“You guys leave, and you take this box to Miaomiao’s family.
Don't think that you can rest easy just by leaving. I won't do anything to you if you do what I ask you to do.
But if you can't, your body will become like his...
I can send you away, and naturally I can also leave here."
After Ming finished speaking, he handed the box in his hand and the letter that Miaomiao had just written to Yinian, who was transformed by his subordinate.
With just a casual wave of his hand, "Brother Zhou", who had been pretending to be dead on the ground, floated in the air.
“This is evidence, don’t let him die so soon.
I have placed a restriction in your bodies. Everything about Miaomiao and me that shouldn't be said or written will become a secret."
As Ming finished speaking, his bony fingers drew a mysterious arc in the air, and spider-web-like ripples suddenly appeared in the air.
In a moment, an elliptical blue light film emerged from nothingness, like a liquid mirror suspended in mid-air.
The mirror surface was flowing with a galaxy-like glimmer, and the edges were surging with tiny shadows of waves. The sea breeze whistled out from it, carrying a salty and fishy smell, making the corners of everyone's clothes and hair rustle.
Through this transparent barrier, the outside world is clearly visible - in the distance where the sea and the sky meet, seagulls are flying across the sparkling water, and the rocks on the shore are still covered with morning dew. That is the free world they have longed for.