Dare to Ruin This Old Lady's Good Deed!

(Wang Dong'er beautiful image)

Lin Ye's hand pressed down on hers, yet he did not push her away.

"Sister Xiaotao is still outside," he lowered his voice, his tone tinged with a hint of helplessness.

Wang Dong'er's hand paused for a moment, then pressed even tighter against him.

"Why do you care about her?" Her voice carried a hint of petulance, "We just need to keep our voices down..."

Before she could finish, she had already rolled over and climbed onto Lin Ye's body.

Her breathing grew rapid, her chest rising and falling slightly. Through the thin fabric of their clothes, he could feel the warmth of her body and the frantic beating of her heart.

Her lips were just about to descend for a kiss.

Those powder-blue eyes were sparkling in the darkness like two stars, filled with shyness, nervousness, and a touch of stubbornness.

It didn't matter even if Ma Xiaotao found out.

Wang Dong'er was going to stake her claim.

Besides, she wanted to improve her strength immediately by completing More Children More Blessings! She had to catch up to Ma Xiaotao as soon as possible!

Lin Ye's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Just then...

BOOM!!!

A deafening roar erupted outside, shaking the very ground beneath them.

The sound came too suddenly and too violently, as if something had fallen from the sky and slammed heavily into the area near their camp.

Through the thin fabric of the tent, a golden light could be seen plummeting from the horizon, accompanied by flames, carving a blinding arc through the air.

Then came a dull thud of impact, causing the earth to tremble several times over.

Lin Ye's expression shifted. He shoved Wang Dong'er off his body, rolled over to sit up, and pushed aside the tent flap to crawl out.

"What's going on?!"

He scrambled out of the tent, the night wind hitting his face, carrying a scorching heat and the stench of charred feathers.

Ma Xiaotao was no longer by the campfire.

She stood at the edge of the camp, facing south, her pale pink eyes locked onto a patch of bushes not far away, her pupils slightly constricted.

"Is this... a Swift Light Red Falcon?"

Her voice held a trace of surprise and disbelief.

Lin Ye followed her gaze.

A large crater had been smashed into the bushes, and the surrounding vegetation was still burning, the flames crackling in the night wind.

Lying at the bottom of the crater was a massive falcon, its body over three meters long, with a wingspan that must have been five or six meters wide.

Its feathers were a deep brown, edged with a golden glow as if trimmed in gold, though that light was rapidly fading now.

Most striking were its wings.

At the base of the left wing was a shocking wound, the flesh turned outward and the edges charred black, clearly caused by some extremely tyrannical flame.

"A Swift Light Red Falcon?" Lin Ye frowned.

Ma Xiaotao walked quickly to his side, her eyes never leaving the giant falcon as she explained rapidly:

"A very rare soul beast. It's incredibly fast and possesses both light and fire attributes, making it a top-tier predator among flying soul beasts.

Forget about those over a thousand years old; even century-level ones are hard to come by."

Her tone was tinged with excitement.

"To think we actually ran into one!"

Lin Ye's gaze fell upon the giant falcon, sizing up its build and plumage: "How many years of cultivation does it have?"

"Looking at this size, it's definitely over a thousand years," Ma Xiaotao said decisively, then, as if realizing something, she whipped her head around to look at Lin Ye.

"Wait a minute, Lin Ye, you don't want its soul ring, do you?"

Before Lin Ye could answer, a violent fluctuation of soul power suddenly erupted from the direction of the tent behind them.

The surge was fierce and wild, as if some long-dormant power had been suddenly awakened.

A blue-gold light shot up from the tent, instantly tearing through the darkness of the night.

Wang Dong'er flew out.

Behind her, the magnificent wings of the Radiant Goddess Butterfly were fully unfurled, spanning over two meters wide and shimmering with a blue-gold luster under the moonlight.

The golden patterns on her wings seemed to be ignited, emitting a blinding radiance that illuminated the surrounding dozens of meters as bright as day.

Her exquisite face was etched with fury, and her powder-blue eyes burned with raging flames.

"Ruining my good time, you wretched woman!"

Wang Dong'er let out an angry roar, her wings flapping violently behind her as she shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, charging straight toward the Swift Light Red Falcon.

Her speed was astonishing, causing even Ma Xiaotao to raise an eyebrow in surprise.

Lin Ye stood at the entrance of the tent, his gaze fixed on Wang Dong'er, and he suddenly froze.

He saw the spirit rings rising from Wang Dong'er's body.

Two of them.

They circled her body, pulsing slowly.

The color of those two spirit rings was not yellow, nor was it purple...

It was black.

A deep, heavy black that seemed to swallow all light.

Ten-thousand-year spirit rings.

Both of them.

Lin Ye's pupils contracted sharply, his mouth hanging open, unable to close for a long time.

"???"

His mind went blank, with only one thought echoing repeatedly—

What on earth is going on???

How could Dong'er's first two spirit rings... be ten-thousand-year ones?

Did I actually underestimate her???

Ma Xiaotao was also stunned.

Her pale pink eyes were wide round, staring at the two black spirit rings on Wang Dong'er, and she stood frozen as if she had been petrified, unable to move a muscle.

The expression on her face at this moment could only be described in two words: shocked.

No, four words: extremely shocked.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but no sound came out.

Meanwhile, Wang Dong'er had already reached the Swift Light Red Falcon.

She gave the creature no chance to react, her first black spirit ring suddenly flashing with brilliance.

"First Spirit Skill—Wing Guillotine!"

Her voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

The gorgeous Radiant Goddess Butterfly wings behind her snapped forward, the golden, razor-sharp edges along the wings expanding instantly into two massive blue-gold blades that slashed down in a cross.

The Swift Light Red Falcon instinctively tried to dodge, but its wings were severely injured, making it impossible to fly.

It could only twist its body desperately, attempting to protect its vitals with its remaining light flames.

But it was useless.

The two blades were too fast, so fast that they didn't even leave behind a blur.

"Pfft—"

A dull thud echoed.

Blood sprayed into the air.

The Swift Light Red Falcon let out a shrill, mournful cry as its entire body was sent flying, snapping two bowl-thick trees before it finally came to a stop.

It had already been heavily wounded, and being struck head-on by Wang Dong'er's Wing Guillotine only made matters worse.

The golden light had completely dimmed, and the flames on its body had extinguished, leaving only wisps of blue smoke rising from its feathers.

Wang Dong'er retracted her wings and landed lightly on the ground.

Her high heels made a soft sound as they stepped on the fallen leaves.

She brushed the dust off her hands, turned around, and walked toward Lin Ye.

The hem of her tight skirt had flipped up slightly from her previous movements, revealing a glimpse of her fair upper thigh and the edge of her fishnet stockings.

The top two buttons of her shirt had popped open at some point, exposing a deep cleavage.

Lin Ye's gaze involuntarily fell there before he quickly looked away.