I’m not exaggerating, but the way they touched each other, with soft moans and sighs, if the background were a bed, it would definitely be rated R.
Feng Qingyin finally came to her senses: “I’ll go buy food.” With that, she disappeared. Finally finding a chance to stretch, Feng Qingyin let out a big yawn!
Soon, everyone below the stage collapsed again. They saw two women and one man sitting next to the masters of the ten major sects, slurping noodles! In front of a new talent competition, with martial arts legends beside them, they were eating noodles without any sense of propriety!
However, many people touched their stomachs and slowly retreated from the crowd to dig out dry rations from their bags.
Just as I finished eating and put down my bowl, I heard a sound of blowing, plucking, and singing, like a funeral procession. I admit I’m describing it this way out of jealousy because the spectacle was too grand. The piercing sound of the xiao, the lingering flute, the clear zither, the soft pipa – seductive and enchanting, as if a stunning beauty were lying beside you, gently caressing your ear.
At the front were six female musicians, followed by four burly men in white-trimmed tank tops, revealing muscular bodies and red bandanas, resembling folk band drummers, but now carrying an elaborate soft chair. While the chair itself wasn’t luxurious, the sparkling pearl curtain and flowing silk canopy were eye-catching. Behind them stood two pale-faced young men—one with a flute and the other with a fan—smiling in a way that suggested they were not trustworthy. This group quickly settled on stage, and the music continued.
“The Heart-Stealing Demoness! It’s the Heart-Stealing Demoness!” The crowd below grew terrified, showing signs of unrest.
“Huh? Is this the Heart-Stealing Demoness who’s supposedly on par with me?” I mused; though few know of my Caicao Sect, I like to think my reputation rivals hers. This is the transferability of fame!
“On par?” Everyone’s expressions shifted, and they collectively took a step back. Even the Kongtong sect master subtly moved away.
You can’t say it like that, little girl. Men are fickle creatures; who knows when they might… even the best grass can change ownership if the transaction is right, can’t it?
