115: Chapter 115 Yan Ling'er's Stocking Temptation! Little Dragon Girl's Special Needs

"Master~" A sweet, bone-melting call rang out.

Yan Ling'er lay on her side on the silk couch, wearing a [Heavenly Silkworm Cloud Silk Skirt] specially made by the Ghost Race, the hem extremely short.

These were stockings she had specially commissioned from Ghost Race craftsmen, inspired by Rem.

She gently curled her toes at Su Feng, the bell on her ankle emitting a crisp sound, her posture extremely bold and seductive:

"Look at this pair... are they better looking than the last ones?"

Su Feng's Adam's apple bobbed.

It had to be said, although this little demoness was usually mischievous, in this regard, she definitely had S+ level talent.

If it were in the past, Su Feng would certainly be lost in pleasure and would have pounced on her immediately.

But now... "Ahem."

Su Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the burning heat in his heart.

"Be good, Linger."

Su Feng gently set down Yan Ling'er's long, seductive leg that was draped over his own, looking righteous:

"I have important matters to handle today; I'll come back to accompany you in a few days."

"Ah..." Seeing that there was no hope for tonight, Yan Ling'er's little mouth pouted instantly, enough to hang an oil bottle.

"Hum!" With a flash of red light, the alluring big sister disappeared, replaced by a pouting little loli.

"But I really want to be with you every day..."

She hugged Su Feng's arm, hanging her whole body on him and swinging.

Su Feng watched her like this, unable to help but feel amused and helpless.

He picked up Yan Ling'er and placed her on his lap, starting to reason with her earnestly:

"Linger, you are a Nascent Soul Cultivator now, at least; you can't just think about playing all day."

"Look at Qingxue and Luoyu; they have already started secluded cultivation to break through to Half-step Spirit Transformation. If you don't work hard, you will be left behind."

Those two Saintesses had always been the ones who worried Su Feng the least.

As long as he didn't take the initiative, those two would absolutely ignore the affairs of the outside world.

"Tch~" Yan Ling'er curled her lips in disdain:

"Nascent Soul stage can live for two thousand years; it's still early~~"

"Besides, I am a little demoness; I'm not like those hypocritical Saintesses! Demonic Cultivation emphasizes having a clear state of mind. I feel happy when I'm with you; that is Cultivating!"

"Besides..." She raised her head, looking at Su Feng righteously:

"You are my Master and also my husband. You are so powerful; when you become the best in the world, as your woman, won't I just go up by you leaking a few resources to me?"

"Since I can win by lying down, why should I work so hard?"

"This..." Su Feng was stunned. These words... they sounded so reasonable that I actually have no words to refute them?

When he was at the Golden Core stage, he thought Foundation Establishment was nothing.

When he was at Half-step Spirit Transformation, he thought Nascent Soul was also like an ant.

And now that he was at Soul Transformation, if he really tried, it wouldn't be impossible to forcefully stack Yan Ling'er to Half-step Spirit Transformation.

Even if he seized the spirit transformation fruit...

"No! I am telling you to be progressive, not for you to brainwash me!"

Su Feng shook his head, almost being led astray by this little demoness. This theory of eating soft rice hard was quite something.

"Then you should take good care of Su Mo; he is mischievous by nature, so you need to pay more attention."

"Aiya... children shouldn't be overly restricted. As long as you tell him right from wrong, he has to walk the rest of the path himself."

Yan Ling'er waved her hand, clearly having no interest in the boring matter of raising children.

Compared to Lin Qingxue's strict, tiger-parent style of education, Yan Ling'er was completely free-range.

Su Feng helplessly put his hand to his forehead. This girl, she was bored to death.

"Fine, then you can wander around as you please."

Su Feng just wanted to leave, but suddenly his eyes rolled, and he thought of a brilliant idea:

"Right, if you are really bored, you can actually do me a favor."

"What favor?! I'm willing!!"

Upon hearing that she could help Su Feng, Yan Ling'er's little eyes immediately lit up like two small light bulbs.

"There are too many captives caught from the Central Continent recently, and the Shadow Pavilion is short-handed."

Su Feng tempted her: "You are a little demoness, skilled in various interrogation methods. You can just help me filter the intelligence of those Golden Core Cultivators. This is very important for our understanding of the Central Continent."

It could both give her something to do and utilize her specialty.

"Interrogate prisoners?!" Yan Ling'er's eyes instantly turned a vibrant red, and the corners of her mouth curled into a cruel yet cute little devil smile:

"This is good! I'm familiar with this!!"

"Master, rest assured! I guarantee I'll make them confess even how many times they wet the bed when they were little!"

Having said that, she happily flew out of the door, the small bell on her ankle jingling, full of motivation.

"Phew..." Watching her departing back, Su Feng let out a long sigh of relief.

Finally, he had managed to send this little ancestor away.

He glanced at the System panel. [Pity System generating: 8228 / 10000]

"Sigh..." He had obtained the System for more than two years, and Su Feng had not slacked off for a moment.

This damn System didn't treat him like a human at all; what kind of good person sets the pity base at ten thousand times!!

Fortunately, he was a Cultivator and possessed the Pure Yang Sacred Body, otherwise he would have died of exhaustion in bed long ago.

"The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard."

Adjusting his clothes, Su Feng moved his mind, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared in Ao Tingxin's room.

At this time, the little dragon girl was sitting on the bed in a daze, sometimes covering her burning cheeks, sometimes anxiously pinching her own arms, her eyes unfocused, not knowing what she was thinking about.

"Ting Xin!"

"Ah~~~" Hearing the familiar voice, Ao Tingxin sprang up from the bed like she had been electrocuted, hurriedly adjusting her clothes:

"Hu... Husband..."

Looking at her with both little hands behind her back, nervous like a student who had made a mistake, Su Feng couldn't help but feel amused.

The previously tsundere little dragon girl had turned into the obedient girl she was now after that battle.

"I've been busy fighting with the Central Continent these days and neglected you. You aren't angry with me, are you?"

Su Feng walked over, deliberately lowering his voice, and asked gently using a magnetic vocal fry.

At this moment, he was like an old scumbag experienced in love, coaxing an ignorant young girl.

"No, no! Absolutely not!" Ao Tingxin hurriedly waved her hands, her head shaking like a rattle-drum.

Afterward, she looked at Su Feng with concern and asked cautiously:

"Husband... what's wrong with your throat? Are you suffering from internal heat? It sounds strange..."

"Ahem~~" Su Feng almost broke character and hurriedly coughed twice to cover his embarrassment.

This girl, why doesn't she understand the mood?

It was mainly because his feelings for Ao Tingxin were a bit subtle.

After all, having that intimate relationship with Ao Cangyue, when facing Ao Tingxin, he always wanted to appear mature and steady.

"Ting Xin." Su Feng returned to his normal voice, his expression becoming serious:

"You have married into the Su Family for so long and have always been obedient and sensible; I have seen it all."

"To express my apology, I can unconditionally agree to one request of yours."

This was the truth. Although Ao Tingxin was a princess, she never fought or grabbed, and her dowry was sky-high; such a good wife would be hard to find even with a lantern.

"Ah? Really?" Hearing this, Ao Tingxin's previously somewhat dim eyes instantly burst with unprecedented brilliance, shining frighteningly bright.

(⊙o⊙)... Uh Su Feng was startled by her sudden excitement, but still nodded:

"Really! What I have said, I have never broken!"

Ao Tingxin took a deep breath, as if she had gone through countless intense psychological struggles.

Finally, she summoned her courage, stepped forward, took Su Feng's large hand, and gently placed it on her own delicate face.

She raised her head, her eyes moist, carrying a trace of shame and longing, as well as a desperate determination, and said those two words that made Su Feng doubt his life!

"Hit!" "Me!"