“Let me go, you perverts, you scoundrels!”
*Slap!*
Fang Xiaoyu’s wicked palm landed on Xi Ren Yuanjun’s plump, perky, and firm assets.
“Ahhh!!!”
“Keep it down, moan softly, let your moans carry a hint of defiance and humiliation, perhaps even a touch of grievance and helplessness. That’s what big sister likes, you know.”
The little demoness, Fang Xiaoyu, grinned wickedly and struck again.
“I will kill you all!”
*Slap!*
“You villains!”
*Slap!*
Xi Ren Yuanjun realized then that these people had no intention of killing her. They simply enjoyed tormenting others, especially someone like herself…
A girl of noble status, powerful strength, and striking beauty.
She couldn’t understand it. If it were that man, Wan Lei, doing this, she might comprehend it, for men were all lecherous beasts, pig trotters, and lustful creatures.
But… but how could someone as beautiful as herself, even more so than her, have such peculiar tastes?
Could it be? Was she also from Xi Ren family territory, indulging in same-sex pleasures?
Did she actually have such an inclination?
Then… perhaps she could try to recruit her using this method?
But… it would mean sacrificing her own body, yet… why didn’t she hate it more? Why didn’t she feel repulsed? She *should* hate it, she *should* feel repulsed, so why was there no resistance at all? Why, instead…
Was there a hint of anticipation?
Damn it, how did I become like this?
Xi Ren Yuanjun stopped shouting, stopped crying out, and stopped resisting.
She lay there, her pretty face flushed crimson.
She knew nothing of Stockholm Syndrome, nor did she understand…
Then, it revealed its majestic aura, its presence erupting with power, its mane bristling, its massive maw opening wide.
“ROAR!!!”
Wan Lei’s gaze fell upon the Pixiu. His cultivation’s oppressive pressure surged.
“Does Pixiu meat taste good?”
This question, coupled with the pressure that felt like heavenly might, immediately made the Pixiu lower its head and become docile. It let out two whimpering sounds from its throat, like a puppy being disciplined, its eyes fawning and appeasing, its tongue lolling out, displaying a clear ‘I’m good, please don’t eat me’ demeanor.
The donkey behind him, witnessing this display, let out a loud laugh, its mouth twisted to the side.
The Pixiu’s mane extended, lifting Xi Ren Yuanjun and placing her onto its back.
“I will return for revenge!”
Xi Ren Yuanjun looked at Fang Xiaoyu, her gaze a mixture of shame and a hint of brightness.
“I… one day, I will also have you beneath me, and I’ll beat you… there.”
A blush spread across Xi Ren Yuanjun’s face. She tugged on the Pixiu’s mane, and it soared into the sky.
“What did her eyes mean when she looked at you as she left?”
Young Master Lei was displeased. That look was exactly like the reluctant, lingering gaze he gave when parting with little sister Xiaoyu.
“I don’t know. Perhaps she’s fallen for me. After all, I’m so beautiful, naturally charming and irrefutable. Alas, it’s truly vexing, for both men and women alike are drawn to me.”
Little sister Xiaoyu narcissistically pulled out a small mirror and admired her reflection.
“Stop being so conceited. Let’s go.”
*Slap!*
Young Master Lei slapped her. Ah… satisfying.
“Where are we going?”
“Xinglin Village. Isn’t that our next destination?”
“Are you an idiot?”
Hearing this, Young Master Lei looked around.
Following the violent explosion that had just occurred, everything in the vicinity had been blasted away. Tens of miles around had been leveled to the ground.
Xinglin Village?
The apricot grove was gone.
The village was also gone.
“Alas, war is truly too cruel, and the strong are indeed too heartless. When gods fight, mortals suffer.
Tell me, those poor villagers, they merely wished to live their lives in peace. What had they done to deserve this? Why did they suffer such misfortune?”
The old man sighed woefully as he led the donkey towards the former site of Xinglin Village.
Indeed, the small village, bustling with activity mere hours ago, was now a scene of ruins.
On the rubble, there were still traces of blood, left by those who hadn't had time to dodge the shockwave and had been directly splattered against the walls, or perhaps, disintegrated into dust and gore, smeared onto the walls.
“Ah, it’s too tragic. Let’s search those wine cellars to see if there are any survivors.”
Saying this, the old man walked to the largest ruin in the center of Xinglin Village, which was once the village’s grandest restaurant.
The old man used his spiritual energy to lift a section of collapsed debris, uncovered a cellar lid, opened it, and jumped inside.
Fang Xiaoyu pouted.
“This old man just wants to steal wine. He should just say so. He talks about finding survivors, but how could there be any survivors after an explosion like that…”
“Hurry and help! There are still living people here!”