Whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Black Flame breathed rapidly, his small chest rising and falling without pause. Suddenly, Zuo Xiang appeared beside him and said coldly, "Don't move recklessly. If you dare ruin my plans, I'll slaughter you!"
In an instant, Black Flame felt ice-cold from head to toe. He could sense Zuo Xiang's Murderous Intent. It was like freezing water, making him shudder as goosebumps rose across his skin. The mind that had been controlled by desire calmed slightly as well.
His gaze lingered reluctantly on Enchantress, only to see her stroll toward Wu Jing. Those eyes reflected nothing but Wu Jing's shadow.
Heartache.
Sorrow.
Reluctance.
Unwillingness.
Black Flame silently clenched his fists, feeling as though he were watching the girl he loved throw herself into his enemy's embrace.
He quietly bit through his gums, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Yet there was nothing he could do to stop what was happening before him. Otherwise, Zuo Xiang would never show mercy.
Suddenly, Enchantress let out a soft, coquettish laugh. Her voice was like heavenly music. Black Flame felt flames burning in his lower abdomen, while Wu Jing furrowed his brow.
Wu Jing did not like women. He had had many wives. He was not some monk who had never touched a woman and simply assumed that he disliked them. He had encountered them, tasted them, understood them, possessed them—and only then had he truly let go.
Therefore, women held zero temptation for him. He would not fall in love with any woman, would not become obsessed with a woman's body, and would not be controlled by the hormones within him.
Yet Enchantress's laugh made Wu Jing's body react. He could not even stop that reaction, while certain thoughts began flooding endlessly into his mind.