At the Mount Sumeru, the Killing Intent was intense.
Nuwa's Saintly Might surged, and the Red Embroidered Ball was already faintly visible in her palm, clearly indicating that she was truly enraged and prepared to use these two Western Teachings as a sacrifice.
"Wait."
Without warning, a large hand reached out and grabbed that fair wrist.
Nuwa was taken aback, her newly accumulated aura instantly dissipating by more than half. She turned her head somewhat bewildered. "What?"
"Killing is a rough job, there's no rush."
Qin Feng's lips curled into an unreasonable, wicked smile. With his other hand, he casually wrapped his arm around her waist, and with a slight pull, her soft, warm body crashed into his embrace.
"I just said I needed a stamp, but it hasn't been stamped yet."
Before she finished speaking, that somewhat roguish face rapidly magnified in Nuwa's pupils.
They didn't give us any time to react at all.
It doesn't require anyone's consent.
Qin Feng lowered his head and kissed him.
overbearing.
Unreasonable.
This kiss lacked the tenderness of mortal tales and the slightest hint of tentative gentleness. It was like the thunderbolt that cleaved the heavens and earth at the dawn of creation, carrying a suffocating aggressiveness, forcefully prying open the saint's lips.
That is the will of the Chaos Great Dao.
It is an absolute possession that places oneself above all living beings and regards all things as private property.
"Ugh--!"
Nuwa's eyes widened suddenly, her long eyelashes trembling violently as they brushed against Qin Feng's cheek.
She tried to push him away.
She is a saint, the Human Race Saint Mother. How could she be so disrespected by a man on the battlefield between these two armies?
But when she pressed her hands against Qin Feng's chest, they were as soft as two balls of cotton, and she couldn't muster any strength at all.
The energy that surged into my body as our lips and tongues intertwined was so domineering.
It was not only invading her mouth, but also eroding her soul, branding the name " Qin Feng " deep into her spirit like a mark.
If it does not belong to the Way of Heaven.
That belongs to me.
This is the will that Qin Feng has passed on.
Nuwa's mind went blank for a moment; the string that had been taut for billions of years snapped.
What saintly majesty?
What's with the pretentious airs?
At that moment, everything was shattered into pieces by that scorching Chaos Qi.
She felt that she was no longer that aloof clay or wooden sculpture, but a flesh-and-blood woman who could be loved and possessed.
Millions of years of solitude melted away before that burning chest.
Millions of years of waiting have found their home in that forceful demand.
She gave up resisting.
The hands that had been pressed against her chest slowly climbed upwards, finally hooking weakly around Qin Feng's neck. She responded clumsily, as awkward as a blank sheet of paper, letting the man before her scribble on it at will.
Deep within the Holy Soul, the last shackle called "reason" completely crumbled.
The world fell silent.
The wind has stopped.
Only the rapid heartbeats of two people echoed like drums across Mount Sumeru.
This was tough on the spectators.
Jieyin and Zhunti seemed frozen in place, their two bald heads gleaming in the sunlight, their expressions more fascinating than if they had swallowed a dead fly.
Zhunti was about to break the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand.
This is outrageous!
This is absolutely outrageous!
Are you here to attack Mount Sumeru, or for your honeymoon?
What do you take this Western Pure Land for? Your own bed?
"Senior... Senior Brother..."
Zhunti's lips trembled, his voice barely audible, as if squeezed out from between his teeth. "This humble Daoist... this humble Daoist wants to hit someone."
Jieyin a deep breath, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and kept chanting the fastest sutra he had ever recited, trying to calm his heart that was about to explode.
"Hold on."
"This is an obstacle, this is a test."
"It seems that Qin Feng has not only cultivated the Chaos Great Dao, but has also reached the pinnacle in the art of manipulating people's minds."
a long time.
Qin Feng finally released the person in his arms, smacked his lips with lingering satisfaction, and wore a look of triumphant pleasure on his face.
"Huff... huff..."
Nuwa felt as if all her bones had been removed; she leaned limply against Qin Feng, panting heavily.
That once aloof and elegant face was now covered with a captivating blush, even her snow-white neck was tinged with pink.
Her eyes were unfocused, misty with tears.
Where was even a trace of the murderous Killing Intent that had threatened to unleash a massacre?
She was clearly a young girl who had just tasted forbidden fruit and hadn't yet come to her senses.
She didn't dare to look up.
I didn't dare look at the expressions on the faces of the two old bald men opposite me.
She simply buried her head deep into Qin Feng's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, her fingers unconsciously gripping his clothes tightly.
"You..."
Nuwa's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, with a sweet, husky quality and a hint of annoyed reproach.
"You shameless scoundrel..."
"How?"
Qin Feng looked down at the "kitten" in his arms, whose fur had been completely smoothed out, and gently patted her back to soothe her.
"Weren't you just shouting for war and killing?"
"Now you know how to be shy?"
"If you're going to be my crazy wife, how can you not even handle this kind of situation?"
Nuwa trembled and pinched his soft waist flesh angrily, but she didn't have the heart to use force.
Crazy woman.
That awful word again.
But why is it that when this guy says it, it makes people feel so... at ease?
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her still turbulent Dao Heart, but the heat on her face wouldn't subside.
That's enough.
We've completely lost face.
Then let's just go all out.
Nuwa slowly straightened up, still leaning on Qin Feng, but her gaze gradually became clearer.
But that lingering shyness still lingered in the corners of her eyes and brows, making her seem more... charming than ever before.
"Snort."
She gave a soft snort and rolled her eyes at Qin Feng, a look so alluring it could eclipse the sun and moon.
"Is it all stamped?"
"So now..."
Nuwa turned her head, her gaze passing over Qin Feng's shoulder, and landing once again on the two dumbfounded Western Teachings.
This time, however, there wasn't as much murderous intent in her eyes.
Instead, he seemed somewhat annoyed that his good deed had been interrupted.
"Can we shut them up now?"
"I am now..."
"I have mixed feelings and need to vent to a punching bag."