Chapter 57: Feng Yixuan Takes Advantage of Claire? (1/2)

Golden lotus!

It was definitely created by this mysterious mental cultivation.

A flower petal had opened up within her skin, showing that she had finished learning the first level. In a similar fashion, every level learned would unfold a petal. But the book had written that the mysterious Treasured Lotus Style way of cultivating only had ten levels. If each petal represents one level, why were there twelve petals on her back? What did it mean?

“Walter, you didn’t see wrong, there were twelve petals?” Claire asked, frowning.

“Hehe, let me see again, it’s better if I confirm.” Walter chuckled vulgarly. He still wanted to see the devilishly beautiful scene again.

“Go rest.” Claire pulled out the spiritual stone and gave a pinch, making him faint. Before Walter could even cry out, he had passed out.

Claire lifted up her clothes, wanting to turn around and see her own back. But how could anyone see their own back? So Claire was at a loss, wanting to look, but unable to. How on earth did the golden lotus look like?

Just at this moment, the tent flap was suddenly lifted open, the entrance showing Feng Yixuan’s face as he was holding a roasted rabbit.

Their eyes met and the two became petrified.

Claire had lifted up her clothes, which only had underwear underneath…….

Feng Yixuan just faced the clothes-raised Claire…….

The next moment,

An extremely brutal thing happened.

“Ahhhhh” Feng Yixuan’s mournful cry resonated into the night sky, lasting for a while.

When everybody faced Claire’s tent, they only saw Feng Yixuan’s face was completely bruised as Claire was stepping on him. Feng Yixuan’s hand was still raising the well-roasted rabbit, not letting any dust stick to the roasted rabbit.

“It’s nothing, I just have some personal business with Feng Yixuan, that’s all. Sorry to bother everybody.” Claire said to the everyone standing at the entrance in a nonchalant manner, smiling sweetly.

Personal business? This personal business could make someone’s entire face be bruised and then stepped on?

Shui Wenmo emitted a flash of craftiness from his eyes. He extended his hand out, blocking everyone, saying while chuckling, “Let’s go, let’s go. Since it’s their personal matter, then we shouldn’t bother them.” The vague words made one’s imagination soar.

Everyone understood in a flash, turning to go back to their tents.

Jean looked at Claire’s expression, looking like he was thinking about something, but also turned and left. He had understood the look of repressed anger in Claire’s eyes.

When the surroundings quieted down, Claire used her foot that was stepping on Feng Yixuan to grind him a little, and said a bit hatefully, “Talk, what did you see just then?”

“Your underwear is so sexy, it’s actually purple.” Feng Yixuan recklessly replied honestly.

Greeting him was a foot that stepped on his back with much strength. Claire said angrily, “Let me ask one more time, what did you just see?”

“I, I didn’t see anything.” This time, Feng Yixuan learned from experience, changing to this response. But the slight trace of perversion in his eyes gave him away.

Just then when Claire had been lifting her clothes, she had been facing the tent entrance directly, so Feng Yixuan didn’t see Claire’s back. But he did see Claire’s purple lace underwear.

“You don’t knock when entering? You actually dare to open the tent flap without my permission?” Claire said angrily, still a bit resentful.

“I was wrong, I won’t do it next time.” Feng Yixuan said with a sullen expression. “It’s all because of that stupid knight’s roasted rabbit, it tastes so bad. That’s why I roasted another one and wanted to secretly give it to you.”

Only then did Claire notice that the Feng Yixuan she was stepping on was clinging to a shiny roasted rabbit, raising it high, not letting any dirt from the ground stick to the rabbit.

Claire retracted her foot. “Get up.”

Only then did Feng Yixuan crawl up.

“From now on, you can only enter after getting my permission.” Claire’s expression lessened slightly, but still a little angry as she spoke.

“Yes, yes, ok. Of course I will.” Feng Yixuan gave the rabbit to Claire, swearing solemnly.