Then he smiled and spoke.
"Little sister, I've picked up your cuju ball for you."
"Yes!"
He carried the lantern, his mind still muddled, completely unable to understand what was going on.
As he puzzled over it, he noticed a graceful figure standing beside the stream by the rockery, her posture willowy, a lantern in her hand.
The lantern was red, with a bright red character for "double happiness" written on it.
He could not help letting out a lingering sigh. Then he lightly tapped his toes against the ground and vanished into the night.
His eyes grew incredibly bright. In a few steps, he reached the cuju ball and gently picked it up. For some reason, he inexplicably felt that it was rather heavy.
It gave off a thick, bloody stench, blood dripping steadily from it and staining his palm red.
Only then did Zhang Yuan finally sense something amiss. He shuddered and looked down at the cuju ball in his hands, finally realizing-how was this a cuju ball?
It was clearly a human head, and a bloody one at that.
But at that moment, lust had completely filled the depths of his heart. He paid no heed to any of this and simply carried the cuju ball toward the woman in a daze, soon arriving beside her.
As though caressing the person she loved most deeply.
"What a strong, sturdy man. This Palace was right after all. A man like this will surely satisfy This Palace and leave This Palace lingering, unwilling to part. Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night."
"A secret rendezvous with the Demon Venerable in the hot spring—how amusing. This Palace is already growing impatient."
Her gaze was fathomless as she looked into the depths of the night.
Chapter 232: The Female