"Why did you hit me?"
"Who told you to sleep in my bed?"
Faced with an unhappy Ling Feng, Nuwa felt a little regret over what she had just done, but she certainly could not back down now. She snapped right back at him.
Ling Feng grew even more furious. "If you didn't want me sleeping there, you should've said so!"
"You never asked!"
"Fuck..."
"Watch your tone. You're my servant!"
Nuwa narrowed her phoenix eyes, and powerful waves of magical energy surged outward, frightening Ling Feng into promptly shutting his mouth.
But though his lips submitted, his heart did not. Inwardly, he kept cursing Nuwa.
This little wench keeps throwing her weight around just because she's stronger than me. Damn her!
I'll jot down today's humiliation in my little notebook!
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west-don't bully a young man just because he's poor. Once I become a Daluo Golden Immortal, I'll make you kneel and sing "Conquered"! A hundred smacks on the ass every day-no, three hundred, a round each morning, noon, and night...
Listening to Ling Feng's thoughts, Nuwa inexplicably felt a chill across her shapely bottom, as though some vicious, ravenous wolf had set its sights on her.
Especially when she thought of that line about thirty years east of the river and thirty years west, and not bullying a poor young man, she had the nagging feeling that something would go wrong someday.
Suddenly, she remembered Ling Feng's ability to improve his innate foundation at will, the cultivation method he possessed that could lead to sagehood, and the Innate Spirit Treasures he carried... With such resources, he truly had the potential to rise against heaven and surpass her.
And if that day came, if she were no longer his match, Nuwa dared