Starting as a Son-in-law to Establish an immortal Family

Chapter 1739: Chapter 584: True Poison Scripture, Joy of Matrimony!

In response, Lu Changsheng simply smiled gently, indifferent, leaving Nangong Mili feeling extremely uneasy.

After all, having interacted with him in the past, she didn’t believe this dog of a man had changed his ways.

Although Meng Xiaochan wanted to persuade, she didn’t know how to, given it involved her own master, so she had to pretend not to see anything.

"Um, Mother, I’m full."

After eating quite a bit, Lu Mengchan felt that eating alone recently was not as fun, making her somewhat homesick.

"We’ll go home once your father and I finish our work."

Meng Xiaochan gently rubbed her daughter’s little tummy and said softly.

"Mm hmm."

Though this daughter was timid and cried easily, under Meng Xiaochan’s years of teaching, she was still very obedient and sensible, not prone to making a fuss.

Next to them, watching the mother and daughter duo, Nangong Mili’s danfeng eyes shimmered with motherly affection, making her miss her daughter Nangong Yaoyao even more.

After all, under her care, her daughter rarely traveled far, yet now she had gone a million miles away to the Immortal Lotus Sect.

"Husband, Master, I’ll take Meng’er to rest first."

Seeing her daughter looking a bit sleepy, Meng Xiaochan carried her away, intending to leave some private space for her master and husband.

"Little Chan, I’ll come with you."

Nangong Mili immediately stood up, her purple palace dress outlining her demonically enchanting body, the curves alluringly provocative.

Within the dress hem, her slender ivory-like legs were faintly visible, full of temptation.

"Mili, your husband has some words to say to you."

Lu Changsheng smiled as he reached for the delicate, boneless jade hand of the beauty.

"Go away, who wants to talk to you, you dog man, not a single good thing!"

Although she knew what was likely to come next, and even felt a bit inexplicably expectant, Nangong Mili showed a dismissive and aloof attitude.

"Mili, stop the fuss."

Lu Changsheng’s Yin Yang Law Domain silently opened up, ensuring it wouldn’t disturb his daughter Lu Mengchan’s rest.

"Who’s fussing with you, Lu Changsheng, you..."

Nangong Mili hated Lu Changsheng’s soothing, coaxing tone the most, thinking she was the same as those brainless women outside?

However, Lu Changsheng’s patience with her had reached its limit; before she could finish speaking, he directly pulled her enchanting, soft, and beautiful jade body firmly into his arms.

"Buzz!"

The Tianyuan Lotus appeared.

Swirls of ripples emerged from the center of the lotus platform.

"Little Chan, take Meng’er to rest, I have some matters to discuss with your master."

Lu Changsheng said to Meng Xiaochan.

He then immediately took Nangong Mili into the Tianyuan Lotus.

Though Nangong Mili was a Nascent Soul Cultivator, facing Lu Changsheng’s Third Rank Late Stage physique, she had no power to resist.

Moreover, in this situation, she couldn’t possibly truly fight with Lu Changsheng.

"Lu Changsheng, what are you going to do!"

Inside the Tianyuan Lotus, seeing the familiar Cave Heaven scene, Nangong Mili panicked a bit.

After all, in the past, she had been humiliated by Lu Changsheng in every way here.

"Slap!"

Amid Nangong Mili’s startled cries, Lu Changsheng swung his hand towards her round and perky bottom beneath her slender waist.

Enveloped by the purple palace dress, her ample fullness instantly sent alluring waves across her seductive hips.

"Lu Changsheng! You bastard, dog man! Let go of me!"

The pain from her backside stunned Nangong Mili for a moment. Then, she was filled with a mix of embarrassment and fury, her phoenix eyes filled with rage, Nascent Soul Sixth Level Peak mana surging, struggling intensely.

Yet, against Lu Changsheng’s physique and mana, she couldn’t struggle free.

Instead, her alluring, fiery body swayed and twisted intensely, full of temptation, bringing Lu Changsheng an indescribable sensation, quickening his blood flow.

"This woman..."

No matter how experienced Lu Changsheng was, having tasted this enchanting, peerlessly beautiful body before, after years apart, savoring it anew, he couldn’t help but inwardly exclaim what a fox spirit she was.

"Slap!"

Another slap immediately followed, feeling the millstone-like allure wrapped in the purple dress, he sternly said: "Mili, will you dare to provoke your husband again?"

"Lu Changsheng, you dog man..."

"Slap!"

"You just wait, someday..."

"Slap!"

"Ah, Lu Changsheng!"

"Slap!"

...

Over a dozen slaps, leaving Nangong Mili both ashamed and angry, her body soft and weak, the snow-white flesh beneath the purple dress was burning hot.

"Does Mili acknowledge her mistake?"

He continued to ask.

Nangong Mili still wanted to be stubborn.

But the fiery pain on her backside and her limp body led her to choose submission, trembling as she said: "I... I acknowledge it."

Still, she cursed the dog man furiously in her heart.

Secretly vowing that someday when Lu Changsheng fell into her hands, she’d repay today’s humiliation a hundredfold.

No, and all past humiliations as well.

She too wanted to humiliate and trample him like Lu Changsheng did, making him obediently admit his mistakes and serve her...

"Does this woman really have a hidden masochistic tendency?"

Lu Changsheng didn’t know what Nangong Mili was thinking.

But seeing her flushed face, rapid breathing, and the trembling of her soft body, he couldn’t help but muse inwardly.

However, seeing Nangong Mili relent, no longer being mouthy, Lu Changsheng looked at her with a gentle expression, speaking softly: "Mili, I missed you."

Nangong Mili: "???"

Are you taming a pet?

Just spanked me, then turned to show a gentle face saying you missed me?

Nangong Mili immediately let out a cold snort and turned her head disdainfully.

Yet at this moment, her cheeks were flushed, lips slightly bitten, and her cold, aloof noble demeanor was indescribably alluring.

"Alright, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have hit Mili."

Lu Changsheng also knew that Nangong Mili liked to be verbally defiant but was physically honest, and continued to speak gently.

Seeing Lu Changsheng, who had transformed into Yangming True Master, single-handedly suppress the Yiming Ghost Sect, apologize to her like this, Nangong Mili felt somewhat softened.

After all, in her understanding, for a cultivator of Lu Changsheng’s level to lower himself to coax her, even if with insincere affection, it was rare and precious.

However, Nangong Mili always valued face.

Earlier, this dog man pulled her into the Cave Heaven right in front of Xiaochan, how would she save face then?

"Dear Mili, how can your husband earn your forgiveness?"

Lu Changsheng embraced Nangong Mili’s enchanting and fiery jade body, kissing her cheeks and slender neck, and whispered.

"I might forgive you... as long as you serve me properly..."

Nangong Mili’s cheeks were flushed, her alluring eyes with ripples of mist, casting a bewitching magic that ensnared souls.

"A real man, born between heaven and earth, how can he stay beneath others!?"

For such marital fun, Lu Changsheng didn’t mind, having played like this before.

But as for Nangong Mili, he wouldn’t easily satisfy her.

He whispered in her white earlobe.

Nangong Mili’s long danfeng eyes glared at Lu Changsheng before lightly biting her red lips and softly responding.

Then, the sound of clothes rustling softly followed, and her luxurious purple palace dress fell.

Nangong Mili closed her danfeng eyes, her slender neck slightly tilted, a hint of expectancy and pride in her heart.

No matter how matchlessly talented you are, invincible below Nascent Soul, yet here you are...

"Mm~"

After a moment, Nangong Mili let out a soft groan.

Her beautiful eyes slightly opened and closed as she peeked at Lu Changsheng willingly bending over, her stunningly beautiful and seductive face crimson, indescribably alluring to the core.

The moon startled the mountain birds, chirping within the spring stream.

No one knew how much time passed, but the beauty cuddled against Lu Changsheng softly like silk, her black silky hair a mess, her half-closed slender phoenix eyes filled with contentment, her cheeks irresistibly charming.