Little Fox, Are You Coveting My Good Looks?

Bibi Dong stiffened, quickly broke free, ran a few steps forward, then turned back and snapped, "You little bastard, from now on, you're not allowed to touch me again."

Chen Feng shrugged, walked over to Bibi Dong's jade bed on his own, and lay down, muttering, "If you didn't want me touching you, why bring me back to your Sleeping Hall? And why deliberately leave the little fox outside?"

Bibi Dong froze for a moment.

That's right. Why did I bring him back to the Sleeping Hall?

Did I subconsciously still want to maintain an intimate relationship with him?

No, that wasn't it.

It must be that damned inner demon at work.

Wait!

Little fox?

Bibi Dong glanced at Chen Feng and asked, "Have you taken a fancy to Nana too?"

"A graceful, lovely maiden is a gentleman's fair pursuit. What's wrong with that?" Chen Feng did not deny it.

To become his family, someone had to share either a blood relationship or another intimate relationship with him.

He was all alone in this world, without a single blood relative, so he could only develop other intimate relationships.

Even if Bibi Dong forced him to marry Qian Renxue, he could not possibly give up on other potential family members.

Hu Liena was naturally one of the targets he intended to win over.

A graceful, lovely maiden is a gentleman's fair pursuit?

Bibi Dong repeated those words, a peculiar glimmer appearing in her beautiful eyes.

This little bastard had so many strange things to say.

She sat in the chair in front of the jade bed, crossing her straight, snow-white legs. Her beautiful eyes fixed on Chen Feng as she asked in puzzlement, "You little bastard, where did that Soul Ring of yours come from? Less than fifteen minutes passed between my departure and your appearance at the Worship Hall. Even with a Titled Douluo helping you, you couldn't possibly have hunted down a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

Chen Feng admired her long, snow-white legs, his favorite position from the past three years surfacing in his mind. Smiling, he said, "When someone becomes my family and their intimacy with me reaches its peak, I automatically obtain a Soul Ring."

Their intimacy reaches its peak?

Bibi Dong's heart jolted, and her gaze grew somewhat unnatural.

Chen Feng pointed a finger, and a dark-purple branch shot through the air.

But Bibi Dong, her mind in turmoil at that moment, did not notice.

The branch whistled toward her, coiled around her body, and pulled her over.

Bibi Dong's startled cry rang out in the Sleeping Hall.

Outside the Sleeping Hall, Hu Liena waited quietly, but even after an hour, no one had emerged.

What was Teacher asking about? Why wasn't she finished after a whole hour?

Hu Liena was full of questions and wanted very much to go inside and look, but she worried that her teacher would punish her.

Just then, the Sleeping Hall door opened, and Chen Feng walked out with his head held high and his chest out.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, where's Teacher?"

Hu Liena asked, craning her head to glance inside.

Vaguely, she seemed to see her teacher lying on the bed with disheveled hair and her eyes closed, apparently asleep.

Chen Feng smiled. "Teacher Dongdong is resting."

"Oh!"

Hu Liena did not think much of it. "Your Highness the Holy Son, I'll take you to the Holy Son Hall."

Beside the Papal Palace stood a Sleeping Hall specially prepared for the Holy Son or Saintess.

"All right!"

Chen Feng nodded and followed behind Hu Liena. Looking at the black robe that concealed her figure from behind, he frowned and said, "Little fox, could you stop wearing that black robe from now on? You're so pretty and have such a great figure. Why insist on hiding it under a black robe?"

Hu Liena stopped and turned back. "Your Highness the Holy Son, aren't you meddling a little too much?"

Chen Feng smiled. "I'm only offering a suggestion, not making a compulsory demand."

Hu Liena rolled her eyes and continued walking.

After a few steps, she could not help asking, "Your Highness the Holy Son, do you really think I'm pretty?"

"Of course!"

Chen Feng nodded. "Fair skin, a lovely face, long legs-a busty beauty with a slender waist."

Hu Liena's pretty face beneath the black robe instantly flushed scarlet. With her thoughts in disarray, she inexplicably asked, "Then who's prettier, Teacher or me?"

Chen Feng asked in surprise, "Why compare yourself to your teacher? Do you want to fight your teacher over a man?"

"No. I..."

Hu Liena did not know why she had asked that question either. Waving her hands and shaking her head, she frantically changed the subject. "Never mind Teacher. Who's prettier, Qian Renxue or me?"

Chen Feng smiled. "I've never even met Qian Renxue, so I can't compare you. Besides, why compare yourself to Qian Renxue? Do you want to fight Qian Renxue over a man?"

"Nonsense! I don't."

Hu Liena stopped, turned around, and said urgently, "I was only asking."

Chen Feng walked up to Hu Liena, hooked a finger under her delicate chin, and asked with a smile, "Little fox, are you coveting this Holy Son's good looks?"

"I'm not! Stop talking nonsense."

Hu Liena slapped Chen Feng's hand away and drew her black robe tighter, trying to hide her scarlet cheeks.

Chen Feng chuckled. "No need to hide your feelings, but there's one thing I have to remind you of. I'm Qian Renxue's husband. The Great Enshrined and Teacher Dongdong decided that together, and no one can change it, including me. So if you really are coveting this Holy Son's good looks, you can only be a mistress."

"I told you, I'm not!"

Hu Liena stamped her foot, utterly embarrassed and annoyed.

"Mm! I believe you."

Chen Feng nodded.

Hu Liena stamped her foot again, turned, and walked away.

The Holy Son was so infuriating! He said he believed me, but that look in his eyes clearly said he didn't believe a word.

After two steps, she could not suppress her curiosity and asked, "Your Highness the Holy Son, what does 'mistress' mean?"

The corners of Chen Feng's mouth lifted slightly as he explained with a perfectly straight face, "A third party who can't be brought into the light is called a mistress."

Hu Liena froze for a moment, then pursed her lips and continued walking.

His Highness the Holy Son actually wanted me to be a third party who couldn't be brought into the light. As a proud member of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation, how could I possibly be someone's mistress?

Not even His Highness the Holy Son's.

"Ow!"

Lost in her wandering thoughts, she failed to notice the step down ahead, missed her footing, and pitched forward.

Chen Feng reached out, caught Hu Liena, and pulled her back into his arms.

Those two great evils pressed hard against his chest.

They were soft and very comfortable.

"Nana! What are you two doing?"

An angry shout rang out.

Startled, Hu Liena hurriedly pushed Chen Feng away, retreated a few steps, straightened her robe, and looked back. A burly man with short, crimson hair was hurrying over from afar, his eyes filled with anger.

Hu Liena's expression cooled, and she said sternly, "Yan, how many times have I told you? Don't call me Nana. Use my name."

"Who is he?"

Yan came up to them, pointed at Chen Feng, and demanded in a low voice.

Hu Liena said flatly, "He's the Spirit Hall Saint Son."

"Holy Son?"

Yan froze for a moment, then sneered. "I've never heard anything about our Spirit Hall appointing a Holy Son. Is that what he told you?"

Even if a Spirit Hall Saint Son or Saintess were to be appointed, it should have been one of Xie Yue, Nana, or himself.

What right did this fellow he had never seen before have?

"Brat, you dared deceive Nana? You're courting death."

Yan snorted coldly, and four Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple.