Lin Muci heard her little system’s almost wailing, incredibly broken voice.
A strange feeling welled up in her heart.
She had misunderstood. So this was the… method of torment?
Her mind was in turmoil, and the boy opposite her traced her spine with his cold palm. As her true form was a phoenix, she disliked this strange, chilling aura. Yet, the boy opposite her pressed closer, scrutinizing her face bit by bit.
When she was in the mortal realm, the face she used was far from stunning.
It was an ordinary, unremarkable face. Only her eyes held a hint of spirit.
But now that she had undergone Nirvana, it was equivalent to recovering her original appearance. Her face became much more astonishing. Her eyes seemed to gather a mist, which gradually spread. He suddenly gripped her chin firmly.
The girl had a delicate chin. Her face was so beautiful, so breathtakingly stunning. Now that he was pinching her chin, purple and blue marks immediately appeared.
The boy opposite her merely stared at her with a pair of cold, dark eyes.
There was no hint of pity or concern in them.
He let out a cold snort, then said.
“Come with me.”
Si Muci silently bit her lip. After a long silence, she finally spoke.
“You’re not dead.”
This sentence, however, seemed to ignite a raging inferno of anger in his heart. He gazed into her eyes and retorted.
“I’m not dead, and you’re very disappointed, aren’t you?”
“You wish I were dead!”
His words were sharp and decisive. To her ears, they sounded like a curse from hell, filled with venom.
“It’s a pity I didn’t vanish into thin air as you wished. I’ve returned—with a heartless demonic body, with my overwhelming resentment, I will make this world descend into hell with me!”
Each word was as piercing as a soul-destroying blade. No one would doubt that he would hack the girl before him into a thousand pieces.
Then the daughter of the Dragon Clan’s Grand Elder suddenly realized.
“You are… a demon… a demon…”
It was as if her throat was being choked. Suddenly, she couldn’t utter a single word. Her breathing became difficult. Ling Qianhe merely snapped his fingers, and she toppled backward.
He continued to pull Lin Muci, and Lin Muci’s expression finally changed slightly.
“Did you kill her?”
Ling Qianhe sneered.
“Her? Is she worthy of me personally striking her down? I merely erased some of her memories, the memories of seeing me.”
His fingertips pulled the stunning girl before him. He looked at her exceptionally beautiful face, but the more he looked, the more disgusted he became. In all the world, perhaps only the girl before him possessed a beauty that could rival his own handsomeness. But unfortunately, such a beautiful face harbored such a venomous heart.
So venomous that he wished he could kill her immediately.
But to kill her now would be letting her off too easily.
He looked at her coldly, then waved his hand. Countless strands of black energy instantly emerged from his palm, enveloping the girl.
…
He said he wanted to take Lin Muci back to the demon realm, but he did something exceedingly cruel.
Dark chains bound her hands and feet. The dark chains were entwined with demonic energy. Clearly, these chains were unbreakable. Lin Muci bit her lip, her eyes still clear and cold.
“What do you want to do?”
Ling Qianhe looked at her bare feet, at the wounds on her shoulders. He walked step by step towards her—then grabbed her shoulder. The wounds were pulled, and blood continuously flowed out.
She finally showed a hint of pain, but her pained expression only made the boy opposite her more furious. He leaned closer to her, and the rage in his eyes made one’s heart tremble.
“Does this hurt?”
“Having your heart gouged out, your spiritual veins snapped inch by inch—betrayed by someone you trusted…”
“That is true pain.”
“But I will never feel that pain again.”
His fingertip traced her cold lips. He leaned close to her lips, and deep within his eyes, a bloodthirsty desire surfaced.
“What, your good lover brothers, didn’t satisfy you thoroughly? I heard that dragons are naturally lustful. How could he let you go?”
“Did he touch you?”
His eyes were like those of a bloodthirsty beast, appraising its prey.
He slowly pressed down on her lips, which were so pale they seemed devoid of blood.
“Has any other man touched this place?”
Lin Muci wanted to bite her lip. Her teeth touched his finger, but it felt like touching the coldest ice, chilling her teeth so much that they chattered. Her breathing became ragged. She looked up at him and gently shook her head.
But the boy opposite her suddenly released his fingers and leaned closer.
It was as if an overwhelming scent of blood pervaded the air, carrying despair and madness. Deep within his pupils were mountains of knives and seas of blood, surging waves. Then he lowered his head fiercely and bit her lip hard!
That wasn’t a kiss at all.
It was more like… a kind of punishment.
He bit her lips fiercely, even letting the bloody scent spread in her mouth. Due to the pain, she slightly tilted her neck back, like a delicate flower battered by a storm. Raindrops fell on the flower’s pistil, as if the flower was about to fall from its stem.
The boy still stared at her intently. His pupils seemed capable of spitting blood. He bit her lips again and again, then fiercely pressed his fingertip against her neck.
At the moment when the feeling of suffocation and the bloodthirsty sensation of her lips being gnawed at arrived simultaneously, Lin Muci’s vision was even clouded with a faint white light.
She struggled to breathe, her eyes glazed over, and she could barely see the boy’s face opposite her.
But even without seeing, just by imagining, she could fathom how furious he would be.
He thought.
She killed him.
To be with someone else.
He hated her so much, hated this cruel woman, hated her—wishing to kill her. His immense hatred made him completely lose his sanity, not to mention that he was originally a demon without reason.
His fingertip pressed hard against her neck. She trembled all over. She didn’t know what she looked like.
But from Ling Qianhe’s perspective, he could see the despair on that exquisitely beautiful face. Whether it was from the harsh kiss or from being frightened by his ferocity, a single, crystal-clear tear trickled from the corner of her eye.
It was precisely that tear, so full of despair.
He had no heart, yet his entire soul seemed to tremble.
The moment the tear was about to fall.
He released her lips. Her lips were ruined from his kiss. She raised her head, her eyes reddened at the corners. Her clear black and white pupils were still lucid and transparent.
Such a venomous woman! Yet she had such…
Such an innocent expression!
Damn it, he absolutely could not soften his heart!
He could not be deceived by her. She was simply—the most shameless female swindler!