"If those tears earlier were a hint, then this is an outright invitation."
Fang Yang sighed.
Knowing he had nowhere left to run or hide, he swallowed a pill.
He gently drew her into his arms.
His hand slipped beneath her clothes.
The next second, his brow furrowed.
Something's wrong.
In just one night...
How did they get so much smaller?
Could they actually shrink?
As it turned out, the moment you began to suspect something was the moment its disguise began to unravel.
Although the night was dark and the bedchamber particularly dim,
Fang Yang still sensed something was amiss, and before long, he discovered more suspicious details.
The woman before him was likewise supple and graceful.
But she was not as voluptuous as the Princess Consort, stood a little shorter, and carried a different fragrance.
His pupils contracted, and he abruptly sat up in bed.
He activated the Profound Heaven Strategy, and a terrifying pressure erupted from his body.
A Demon Venerable Card also appeared in his hand.
He shouted in a low voice.
"You're not the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King?"
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Chapter 40: Is It Just Because I'm Not the Princess Consort?
The atmosphere in the bedchamber instantly froze.
Swords were drawn, bows strung.
Fang Yang's robes billowed, and he nearly crushed the Demon Venerable Card in his hand.
Meanwhile...
Huang Fuling also realized she could no longer carry on. Biting her lip, she rose from the bed, her underclothes as thin as cicada wings, revealing broad swaths of snow-white skin.
Though her figure was not as voluptuous as the Princess Consort's, nor her beauty enough to topple cities and kingdoms as the Princess Consort's was,
she possessed a unique allure that could pluck at a man's heartstrings to the fullest.
A fragrant breeze brushed his face as her waist swayed.
She slowly approached Fang Yang and knelt on the floor, her underclothes pulling taut to outline breathtaking curves.
Then she raised her head.
Her eyes rippled like spring waters, filled with plaintive reproach.
She gazed steadily at Fang Yang.
"It's you?!"
Fang Yang narrowed his eyes and immediately recognized her.
She was none other
than one of the Blood Rain Cult's Eight Great Protectors.
He had shaved the top of her head earlier that day, yet now she had actually slipped into his bedchamber.
"Protector Huang, was it? What, do you resent my authority like those rebel traitors, and even wish to kill me?"
His pressure surged, his presence fierce as he bore down on her.
Huang Fuling remained kneeling throughout. Hearing his words, she bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood, then rested her cheek against Fang Yang's leg and gently rubbed it.
She spoke softly.
"Demon Venerable, I have no such intention. I trespassed in your bedchamber today only because I adore you and wished to serve you with this humble willow-like beauty. If I could lift your spirits even a little, I would die nine deaths without regret."
"???"
Fang Yang froze, staring at her in stunned disbelief.
He had never imagined he would receive such an answer.
What does she mean?
This woman risked her life to sneak into the Demon Venerable Pavilion and infiltrate his bedchamber...
Just to sleep with him?
Why did that sound so absurd?
Wait!
Wasn't that still trying to get him killed?
He was bewildered and uncertain.
Meanwhile, Huang Fuling's exquisite cheek continued rubbing against his leg.
Like an obedient kitten.
She knelt there on the floor, on those cold stone slabs,
and asked plaintively.
"Do you not wish to, Demon Venerable?"
"Could you tell me why?"
"The Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King receives your favor, yet I joined the Demon Cult before she did. Why do you have no such feelings for me?"
Her sour words also carried a pitiful vulnerability.
"..."
Fang Yang silently watched her, his face dark with exasperation.
He did not lower his guard because of her nonsensical words.
This was the Demon Cult!
When the upper beam was crooked, the lower beam followed suit.
Even he, its cult leader, was no good.
Could a protector of the Demon Cult really be honest and trustworthy?
But...
He did not mind playing along for a few words.
"Whoever I choose to favor, must I explain myself to you?"
Huang Fuling trembled, looking even more aggrieved.
"Your might sweeps across the eight wildernesses, Demon Venerable. Of course you need not explain yourself to me. But my love for you has truly taken deep root. I would do anything for you."
"If you truly love only the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King, I can understand that too. As it happens, I am skilled in disguise. I can make myself look like the Princess Consort, wear her clothes, and use seductive arts she does not know. I guarantee I will turn your soul upside down and leave you floating as though among immortals..."
"Would that be all right...?"
Her faintly trembling voice could almost pierce a person's heartstrings.
An ordinary man would likely have lost control long ago.
But Fang Yang had already undergone the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King's baptism, and besides, he was currently in his post-release sage state.
He could still keep his composure.
Even so, those words stunned him into a long silence.
Only after a while did he speak in a low voice.
"Protector Huang, do you think I would believe you?"
"I don't care what you really came here for today. But you should know what happens to anyone who trespasses in the Demon Venerable Pavilion without my permission."
Fang Yang's voice grew colder, his presence ever more terrifying. Just as he was about to reach out and seize her throat,
she actually offered him her neck.
She slipped it right into his hand.
Her eyes brimmed with infatuation, and even a deep resolve.
"Since I trespassed in the Demon Venerable Pavilion, naturally I know the consequences. As long as I can be with you, Demon Venerable, I am willing to accept any punishment."
"As long as you are happy."
As she spoke, she remained kneeling on the floor.
She cared nothing for its cold, hard surface.
Instead, she took hold of Fang Yang's arm with one hand.
She guided his hand around her neck and gradually made him tighten his grip.
Her face grew increasingly blue.
Yet a radiant smile remained on her face, her smiling beauty looking so disturbingly sick.
Is she some kind of obsessive lover?
Even though Fang Yang knew very well that the Demon Cult contained all manner of bizarre people, Huang Fuling's actions still shocked him.
In the end, he struck her in the chest with his palm.
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