With that, the figure glided silently behind Bibi Dong, her dark purple robe making her figure look all the more slender and graceful.
Slender fingers, cool as jade, traced lightly across Bibi Dong's waist and abdomen.
The touch was barely perceptible, yet Bibi Dong's back instantly went rigid.
The next moment, purple lips gleaming with a cold light brushed Bibi Dong's ear, carrying a faint, elusive fragrance.
The Rakshasa God's voice was like an icicle steeped in honey, soft and cold, wrapped in undisguised allure:
"But, Bibi Dong, an opportunity like this was so hard to come by..."
Bibi Dong abruptly turned sideways, avoiding that uncomfortable closeness, her gaze as cold as ice:
"Drop the act. Either save him or get out."
The Rakshasa God showed no fear of her anger. She stepped half a pace forward and wrapped both arms around Bibi Dong from behind.
She rested her chin lightly on Bibi Dong's shoulder and blew into her ear.
Bibi Dong went rigid, then tried violently to break free, as though a venomous snake had coiled around her.
But the Rakshasa God's arms were like iron clamps, locking firmly around her waist with the oppressive force of divine power.
The Rakshasa God rubbed her chin lightly against her shoulder, her smile carrying a trace of malicious languor:
"What's the hurry, my successor? An opportunity like this comes once in a thousand years. Miss it, and you'll never have another."
Her fingertips deliberately skimmed Bibi Dong's waist, her voice dropping lower, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue:
"Your darling little disciple is lying right there, so vulnerable that anyone could do as they please with him."
"You're willing to give everything for him, so why can't that person be you?"
"At the rate he's growing, he'll be able to