Deep beneath the dense forest far from Little Sesame Mountain, ten meters underground, silver-white chains wound together, wrapping themselves into a luminous sphere.
Chan'er lay sprawled in Xiang Yuan's arms. Tilting her head and nuzzling about, she found the familiar bite mark, sank her teeth in, and began drawing blood.
No, she began digging in.
Tang Monk flesh had risen to another level. Chan'er was so delighted her eyes narrowed into slits, and once she bit down, she refused to let go.
Seeing this dog of a thing refuse to properly honor his master and actually dare to struggle, she simply sat in his lap, crossed her legs, and wrapped both arms around him like a tightening headband. The more Xiang Yuan struggled, the tighter the band constricted.
"Um, there's no shortage of this while it's hot. Could you let me put my clothes on first?"
Xiang Yuan tilted his head toward the little head resting on his shoulder. Seeing Chan'er so impatient, he took it as proof that this trip had brought immense benefits.
He had no idea how potent his medicinal power was now. He could only judge from Chan'er's shift from arrogance to obsequiousness.
After the blood pool last time, Chan'er had certainly craved his body, but the demoness had never put aside her lofty airs. This time, the moment he climbed out of the medicinal pool and pulled on his pants—before he had even tied his belt—Chan'er had wrapped him in chains and carried him off here.
In broad daylight, a demoness forcibly abducted a decent young man. Was there no law left?!
Xiang Yuan narrowed his eyes, lowered both hands, and experimentally gave her butt a pat.
Xiang Yuan did not get slapped. Instead, his shoulder was bitten hard.
No, she must be playing along,