Feeling wet, Mo Xiaoji’s eyes were only on the beautiful man’s figure. When she finally reacted, she was horrified to find herself lying among countless bodies with severed legs and heads.
“Ah!” Panic-stricken, Mo Xiaoji scrambled up from the ground.
She then realized the entire palace was covered in a thick layer of corpses, with no place to step. Blood had submerged her feet.
Mo Xiaoji could no longer see the beautiful man. In the face of death and terror, what was a beautiful man worth?
She had always thought her life was far more valuable than any beautiful man’s.
Better run! Mo Xiaoji turned to exit through the door, only to find it had disappeared.
Mo Xiaoji was truly bewildered.
What kind of damn door was this? Such impossible effects, absolutely ridiculous.
Mo Xiaoji’s eyes darted around. She noticed the area where the beautiful man lay was the only place without corpses. Suppressing her disgust, she hopped across others’ heads and brains to reach the beautiful man.
I guess Mo Xiaoji’s mind was too dizzy. Didn’t she wonder who killed all these people? Could these bodies have severed themselves?
But Mo Xiaoji couldn’t think that far. She sidled up to the beautiful man and lifted his robe… Ah! Mo Xiaoji’s face turned red. The beautiful man was completely naked, making her dizzy. She quickly dropped the robe.
Mo Xiaoji truly felt unlucky.
Staring at the beautiful man made her dizzy; looking at the corpses made her want to vomit.
Pointed-Mouth Monsters
Just as Mo Xiaoji felt her life was unfortunate, even more unfortunate things were about to happen.
In the blink of an eye, countless doors suddenly appeared throughout the palace.
Mo Xiaoji’s eyes lit up, so excited she almost called out for her mother. But soon she couldn’t even call out, saliva nearly dropping from her mouth.
Countless ugly pointed-mouth monsters crawled out of the doors, along with numerous snakes, rats, and creatures Mo Xiaoji couldn’t name.
Smelling blood, they became excited, opening their mouths and devouring the corpses below, drooling and radiating golden stars of happiness.
Blood, bones, fragments.
Mo Xiaoji covered her stomach and vomited.
The monsters were eating so quickly, gradually approaching Mo Xiaoji and the beautiful man. Mo Xiaoji was too scared to even vomit anymore.
What vomiting? If she was going to die, there was no point in vomiting.
Mo Xiaoji shook the beautiful man: “Wake up! You can’t be dead!”
Quite mercilessly, she slapped the beautiful man’s face. Why wouldn’t he open his eyes?
Mo Xiaoji was torturing the beautiful man’s body while the beasts ravaged the corpses on the ground, even licking the blood clean.
The beautiful man’s body was now bruised and red from Mo Xiaoji’s abuse.
The beautiful man still wouldn’t open his eyes. Mo Xiaoji’s vision went dark, and she no longer cared about his nakedness, directly hiding herself in his embrace.
Her inner thought: If we’re going to die, let him die first!
The human’s heart is truly dark.
Wanting to die oneself, yet still hoping others would die first.
The beautiful man is so warm, with an inexplicable fragrance. Mo Xiaoji closed her eyes, enjoying being nestled in the beautiful man’s embrace, listening to the crackling sounds around her.
The beautiful man is good, it’s just that the music he plays is too shocking.
Not scared at all by the beautiful man’s lustful intentions, this was such a good opportunity to take advantage of him, yet she let it slip away so regrettably.
Mo Xiaoji felt wronged, but even more wronged were those monsters, who had a tender one right in front of them yet couldn’t eat it.
Peerless Beautiful Man
Those monsters finished eating the corpses on the ground, constantly circling around the beautiful man without daring to bite.
They naturally hoped Mo Xiaoji would come out on her own, so their stomachs wouldn’t remain empty.
But Mo Xiaoji felt being in the beautiful man’s embrace was much better than being in those monsters’ bellies, and she was unwilling to crawl out of his embrace.
Both sides persisted until the monsters’ eyes went dizzy, and they fell to the ground, snoring.
Mo Xiaoji also hugged the beautiful man, closed her eyes, and fell asleep with a bit of happiness.
What a harmonious scene.
The sky gradually darkened, and the air became thin.
Mo Xiaoji curled up her body, constantly leaning towards the beautiful man.
The beautiful man’s eyes slowly opened, strange, cold, rippling, like water, with changes never seen in a person’s eyes before.
His long eyelashes fluttered twice, hearing the snoring, his eyes narrowed, looking at the blood-mouthed monsters sleeping on the ground, his brow furrowing, his eyes cold.
The beautiful man stretched out his hand towards the monsters, and they seemed to suddenly wake up, standing and retreating to their original spots.
Only then did the beautiful man realize how sore his entire body was, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in nearly a thousand years, shaking his aching arms.
The beautiful man’s brow furrowed even tighter.
He had just consumed the essence of over a hundred people and should have been full of energy, so why did he feel like this?
Then he felt something moving in his leg, and the beautiful man’s eyes widened, realizing it was that wretched woman seducing him again during his cultivation.
The beautiful man’s killing intent arose, raising his hand, and suddenly lifting the red gauze covering him.
Mo Xiaoji was sleeping soundly, with a crystal-like drop of saliva hanging from her mouth, rolling up and down with her breathing.
Her two arms were tightly wrapped around the beautiful man’s thigh, sleeping incredibly peacefully.
Looking at Mo Xiaoji’s rosy little face, still mischievously pouting in her sleep, especially the black snake-shaped mark on her forehead, emitting a dark luster in the palace’s dim light.
Witch
The beautiful man’s eyes gradually changed, he reached out to touch Mo Xiaoji’s cheek but ultimately stopped.
Mo Xiaoji turned over, more brazenly hugging the beautiful man’s waist, her body tightly pressed against his, skin touching skin, incredibly intimate.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of the beautiful man’s mouth.
If his attendants saw this, they would think their eyes were playing tricks – they had followed him for thousands of years and had never seen him smile.
The beautiful man’s body was warm, but sleeping Mo Xiaoji still felt cold, constantly moving closer to his body, so close that he himself felt his face turning red.
The beautiful man was stunned, realizing he could blush, he could smile – he had long forgotten these human emotions.
Seeing Mo Xiaoji curling up from the cold, the beautiful man finally couldn’t help but embrace her.
Mo Xiaoji took advantage of the opportunity, naturally pressing her head tightly against the beautiful man’s long, elegant neck, her entire body lying in his embrace.
Actually, I suspect Mo Xiaoji isn’t really asleep, and for survival, is employing her half-baked seduction technique.
The beautiful man had been holding Mo Xiaoji tightly, but his gaze drifted to her neck.
The bright red mark painfully pierced his beautiful eyes.
His pupils continuously contracted, shooting out green fluorescence.
Green fluorescence meant he was going to kill.
The beautiful man bit his lips tightly, his cold eyes constantly scanning Mo Xiaoji’s face, seeming to smell another man’s scent on her.
That scent was familiar to him, and one he deeply loved.
Because from the moment he met her in that lifetime, her body had always carried such a fragrance, sweet, with a hint of mint, something he could never forget.
