"What's so good about tea? You're more interesting, my dear wife."
As he spoke, he produced something familiar in his hand at some unknown point.
It was like this in his dreams; many things, as long as they existed in memory, could be conjured with a wave of his hand.
And what he brought out at this moment was precisely some of the treasures he had encountered with Xing Wu in the Red Dust Tower previously…
He chuckled and said, "My dear, the night is still young, we have plenty of time later…"
He sat up and, in a daze, leaned towards Xing Wu in front of him.
Song Ziyue, seeing the situation was not good, realized that this guy might actually do something to her in his dream.
"Hey, calm down first!"
Song Ziyue tried to wake him up, thinking that Ye Yun was too unrestrained in his dreams.
Ye Yun seemed not to have heard her words at all. This kind of fragile display only made Ye Yun more excited.
Without any warning, he kissed her on the face and lips.
Although it was a dream, as the one who initiated the dream, her senses were clearer, so she felt this kiss even more intensely.
"This detestable fellow!"
Her first kiss was gone in a dream, and Song Ziyue finally couldn't hold back.
"Ye Yun, go to hell!"
Seeing that Ye Yun was already starting to untie the belt of her skirt,
Song Ziyue roared. The image of Xing Wu then changed, transforming into her own appearance.
This change indeed startled Ye Yun.
"You…"
The woman in front of him, from his familiar wife Xing Wu, had suddenly become Song Ziyue.
The huge contrast almost scared Ye Yun to death. He sat up abruptly.
At this point, Ye Yun looked like he had just woken up from a deep sleep.
"Master! What's wrong?"
Just then, Lin Xueyan's concerned question came from the side.
Ye Yun was stunned and realized he was sitting in his room, and everything around him was familiar again.
"Uh, what happened just now?"
His question made Lin Xueyan and the others look confused.
"Master, weren't you meditating?"
"Meditating?"
Ye Yun looked around, and his memories gradually returned.
Oh right, he had closed his eyes and meditated to maintain his calm earlier, in order to resist his disciples' temptations.
But that dream just now…
He looked around but couldn't find Song Ziyue.
"Right, where is Miss Song?"
"Oh, she left earlier. She said she wanted to see the outside world."
"Left?"
Ye Yun frowned. He thought she was playing tricks, but it seemed he had overthought it.
However, thinking of the scene in his dream not long ago, he couldn't help but blush.
Damn it, he had only been separated from his wife Xing Wu for such a short time, and he was having such a dream.
And then he even dreamed of Song Ziyue.
Could it be that he was truly a person controlled by desire?
At this moment, Fang Zhiwei, watching him from the side, said playfully.
"Master, your face is so red. Did you have a bad dream just now?"
If it were any other time, he would have sternly refuted it.
But the problem was, this time, she was actually right.
"Ahem, it wasn't a bad dream, just some everyday little things."
Ye Yun waved his hand, but this action only made Fang Zhiwei more curious.
"Master, your face is still so red… Are you shy?"
This remark hit the bullseye.
Ye Yun, who was angered into exasperation, grabbed her by the scruff of her neck.
"Who said your master was shy? You girl, don't talk nonsense!"
After throwing her onto a nearby bed, Ye Yun coughed lightly and said.
"Uh, your master just remembered something and needs to go out. You all stay here."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot.
He left behind the stunned women exchanging bewildered glances. Fang Zhiwei, however, said with a smile.
"A shy master is so cute…"
The others also nodded silently. After all, they had been with their master for some time.
They were familiar with Ye Yun's various behaviors and knew very well that their master's current reaction was a typical display of shyness.
They just didn't know what their master had dreamed of. Could it be that he dreamed of them?
…
At the same time, on the terrace of the opposite pavilion.
This place faced the window of Ye Yun's residence directly, and through it, one could see inside.
At this moment, Song Ziyue sat up, a hint of blush still on her face, finally letting out a soft gasp, feeling quite depressed.
"That fellow, so he's just a lecher."
She hadn't expected that her dream control this time not only failed to yield the information she wanted but also almost got her into trouble.
It seemed she would have to find another way to get the information…
But now, more than the information she wanted, she cared about something else: her mood simply wouldn't calm down.
Whenever she closed her eyes, the scene of being forcefully kissed flashed in her mind.
"What's going on, that detestable fellow, is he still lingering?"
Perhaps for anyone, their first kiss was something deeply memorable, and she was no exception…
Ye Yun, unaware of this, had no idea the trouble his instinctive actions had caused a supremely powerful god.
At this moment, he was sitting in another wine shop in the city, drinking and regaining his composure.
Nowadays, in the wine shops of Tianlan Domain, there were quite a few outsiders like him, and the topic of their discussions was invariably the selection of the Ten Thousand Worlds.
"Did you hear? Another batch arrived today. I heard it's a team from three Level Seven Great Worlds."
"Whoa, three more? This Ten Thousand Worlds selection really attracts a lot of people."
"Isn't that obvious? After all, the reward is an eighth-tier divine artifact. Who wouldn't want it?"
"Sigh, with this, we from low-level worlds are out of the running."
"There's no help for it. Who made them stronger? It's likely that only a few Level Seven Great Worlds will be competing in the end."
"Yeah, for us, just watching the excitement is enough."
…
Listening to the discussions around him, Ye Yun fell into thought.
Three teams from Level Seven Great Worlds. If nothing went wrong, they should be the three forces he had casually saved earlier.
They were also here to participate in the Ten Thousand Worlds selection, so he would likely encounter them sooner or later.
Thinking of this, Ye Yun felt quite fortunate.
It was good that he hadn't shown himself to those guys before. Otherwise, if they met in the Ten Thousand Worlds selection, it would inevitably cause some trouble.
Just as Ye Yun was pondering, a leisurely young voice came from behind him.
"Little brother, there are no more empty seats in the wine shop. Can I sit here?"
Ye Yun turned to look. Behind him stood a handsome young man with a very unique aura.
At this moment, he was smiling at Ye Yun, as if bathed in spring breeze.