Sooner or Later, She'd Devour Him Whole!

After chatting a little longer, Electrolux and Kong Deming chose to leave and enter seclusion.

As the saying went, practice was the sole criterion for testing truth.

After truly letting loose and fighting each other in that battle, the two super old men had both gained quite a few insights.

Using those insights in seclusion to further refine the systems of "Law Cultivator" and "Body Cultivator" was clearly imperative.

Watching the two super old men leave together, Kong Ming'an calmly looked at Da Ming and Er Ming, who remained under silent seals in the distance. After some thought, he raised his hand and opened the gate to the Demiplane.

With a thought, several High-level Undead radiating a deathly aura slowly emerged from the gate. They raised their eyes, burning with pale blue Undead Fire, and turned their gazes toward Ming, quietly awaiting his orders.

Kong Ming'an waved his hand, and ten containers as tall as a person, each capable of holding at least five hundred liters of liquid, lined up before the High-level Undead.

Then he lightly brushed his brow, took out the Blade of Life, and tossed it to one of the High-level Undead.

"Go bleed them. Fill these up."

The Blade of Life could break through defenses and draw blood, while the containers held it. With the recovery abilities of Divine Beasts, filling them would not be difficult. Even if their recovery proved insufficient, the Blade of Life could replenish their vitality and keep drawing blood...

Well, it seemed he probably would not lack all kinds of High-level Soul Beast materials in the future.

After receiving the simple order, the High-level Undead nodded slightly and swiftly began moving, though their movements were still somewhat stiff.

"...Using Undead Creatures as assistants is never quite convenient..."

Looking at the rather dim-witted High-level Undead before him, Kong Ming'an seemed to see the junior classmates from his previous life who always needed him to clean up after them, along with their clear, innocent eyes. For no reason, his head began to ache.

Undead Creatures were not afraid of hardship or exhaustion, but they ultimately lacked a bit of intelligence. They were more than capable in battle, yet using them for scientific research was simply not enough.

So...

"I still need a few more assistants to help out."

Kong Ming'an murmured softly. Miss Meng could do this work too, but it would be better to leave it to someone else.

After marking the matter as pending, Kong Ming'an composed himself and began his secluded contemplation.

Observing a battle at the ultimate level had benefited him greatly as well.

Time passed soundlessly amid his contemplation. By the time Kong Ming'an emerged from the Laboratory again, several days had already gone by.

Out of habit, he Teleported back to his room and went straight into the bathroom for a shower.

A short while later, amid the misty steam, Kong Ming'an walked out of the bathroom in a yukata, wiping his wet hair. Yet the moment he stepped out, his footsteps unconsciously halted.

On the lounge chair in the distance, the long-unseen Miss Meng was lazily sunk into the soft chair.

She wore a fitted dress, its hem stopping at just the right point on the middle of her thighs. The thigh ring she had clearly put on deliberately outlined the soft curves of her flesh.

The rise and fall of her chest traced themselves again and again with every breath. While not particularly impressive, they had already begun to take shape.

And the face that had still carried a trace of baby fat not long ago had shed its childishness. Its features were soft and bright, adding an indescribable charm.

She lay there with her legs naturally crossed. The toes of one foot hooked onto a shoe, leaving it dangling as if it might fall at any moment, while her other foot swayed leisurely. Her posture was relaxed and casual.

His gaze unconsciously lingered a little too long.

Suddenly, Miss Meng turned her head without warning and caught his gaze. A knowing smile curved at the corner of her lips.

"Do I look good?"

Kong Ming'an withdrew his gaze and continued wiping his hair. As he slowly approached, his tone was as flat as if he were commenting on the weather.

"Average."

"Tch..."

Miss Meng's brows immediately rose. Her swinging leg stopped, her toes touched the floor, and she stood up, moving a little closer. "Just average?"

"A little better than average average?"

Kong Ming'an answered vaguely. Miss Meng narrowed her eyes, though her tone carried obvious provocation and testing.

"Then do you want to touch? I guarantee it feels pretty good~"

"That won't be necessary." Kong Ming'an's tone remained calm.

"Then should I put on something white? I brought black in my bag too. Or lace, fishnets, things like that. Want me to try them one by one?"

Miss Meng seemed to have noticed something. She smiled sweetly, yet exuded an inexplicable aggressiveness.

Kong Ming'an was starting to lose his composure.

"...You brought that stuff when you went out?"

"Wasn't it to satisfy you~?" she answered righteously. Her eyes sparkled with a little fox-like smugness, as if she were certain he would give in with his next sentence.

"Am I really that perverted?"

"It's only a matter of time." The Girl gave a light snort, the smile on her face deepening.

Compared to when other people were around, when she still had to put on an act and restrain herself a little, she could not even be bothered to pretend when she was alone with Ming.

That Princess Highness who had suddenly appeared seemed rather laid-back, but the sense of crisis she should have was still there.

Raising her brows, faint light flickered in Miss Meng's ice-blue eyes. Her gaze unconsciously fell upon Ming's yukata, and her thoughts began to stir.

He wasn't wearing anything underneath, right? Why not just...

"Mmph..."

A head flick landed on her forehead, directly interrupting her thoughts. Miss Meng immediately covered her forehead and pouted. A perfectly timed layer of moisture welled up in her eyes, making her look utterly wronged. "Why did you hit me...?"

"What do you think?"

Kong Ming'an sounded somewhat helpless. He had no idea where his Miss Meng had learned such strange things, but her mind was full of them.

Miss Meng gave a soft snort and did not argue.

Her Ming'an was just like this—he stubbornly refused to let her have him. But she had grown used to it. It was merely because she was not old enough yet. Once she was a few years older and grew up a little more, she would devour him whole!

Sitting to one side, Miss Meng did not continue teasing Kong Ming'an. Instead, she told him about what had happened during the days he had been away.

Naturally, that included the battle outside Mingdu several days ago.

It had been a battle at the ultimate level, so the commotion could not possibly have been small. It had drawn the attention of many people.

However, no news had come out regarding exactly who had participated in the battle... Only that there had been four people. Nothing else was known.

"...I originally wanted to go out and watch the excitement with Ming, you know? But our Young Master Kong was always hiding in the Laboratory and refusing to come out. It wasn't easy even getting to see you once. Sigh..."

That was so sour... Where had this little resentful wife come from?

Kong Ming'an raised his brows slightly and casually walked to the wardrobe, taking out a set of clean clothes.

Naturally, he had heard the faint resentment hidden in Miss Meng's words. Though she had wrapped it well in jokes, the understanding built over years of being together was always useful.

"My fault." With his back to her, his voice betrayed no emotion. "Come with me to Shrek City later."

The words Meng Hongchen had been about to use to continue teasing him caught in her throat. Her brows rose, but a smile appeared on her lips, like a cat that had successfully stolen something tasty.

"Young Master Kong is actually inviting me out?"

"Are you going or not?" Kong Ming'an turned around with the clothes in hand.

"I'm going! Of course I'm going!" Meng Hongchen immediately replied.

Opportunities to be alone together were rare. Especially after Princess Highness arrived, such chances had become even fewer. Naturally, she could not let this one slip away.

"Then go out first. I need to change."

Miss Meng blinked, then unconsciously leaned a little closer. "...Can I watch?"

"What do you think?" Kong Ming'an said irritably.

"Tch... Fine, fine." Meng Hongchen deliberately pursed her lips in disappointment, though there was not the slightest bit of disappointment in her heart.

Just as she had said, sooner or later, she would devour him whole!