Mu Yunxi's despair: do it? Now?

With every word, every sentence Jun Wudao uttered, Mu Yunxi felt as though she could see those cruel, bloody scenes unfolding!

It was as if every word, every sentence from Jun Wudao was filled with boundless demonic sound, making her tremble, filling her with fear, and plunging her into despair!

At that moment, Mu Yunxi's mind was filled with those inhuman, cruel, bloody images, and the central figure in them was her son!

"You're shameless... vile..."

"You're not human, not human!!!!"

Trembling, coughing blood! There was unspeakable fear, endless fury, and boundless helplessness. At that moment, she was in despair!

The terror of this white-haired young man had made her feel unprecedented fear and helplessness from the depths of her heart and soul!

He was so cruel he could hardly be called human, actually threatening her with a child of only thirteen, all because he wanted to possess her!

In that brief instant, Mu Yunxi thought of many things: everything from her days in the Central Imperial Court, her father's protection, her mother's care, and scene after scene with the man who had taken her chastity!

From when she was pregnant with Fu Guiming to their final meeting last year, before she went to God King Luoshui's tomb!

Scene after scene surfaced in her mind. She desperately wanted to let everything go and end this life!

But she could not!

Still less did she dare gamble!

She dared not gamble on whether this white-haired young man would dare, whether he would truly abuse and mutilate her ill-fated son like that!

"Shameless? Vile? Not human? Then... do you want to save your son or not?"

Hearing Mu Yunxi's furious curses, Jun Wudao gave a sinister, strange smile. His gaze upon her was filled with mockery!

Toying with another person's feelings and emotions like this had a flavor all its own. It was rather interesting!

It added a little amusement and color to the dull, monotonous life he had led these past few days!

This sort of behavior gave Jun Wudao something of a perverted air!

"Let Ming'er go... let Ming'er go... cough, cough, cough... I agree, I agree!"

Mu Yunxi's blood-red eyes, their corners almost splitting, stared fixedly at Jun Wudao. Her proud breasts heaved violently, and she was still coughing blood through her scarlet lips!

Her furious cries, almost roars, carried boundless anger and endless despair and helplessness. That sense of impotence and powerlessness made her feel to her very depths what despair and helplessness truly meant!

This white-haired young man was a devil, a devil from the abyss of Nine Nether. He had no humanity, no morals, no scruples, and not the slightest feeling to speak of!

He was a demon Heaven had sent to punish her, so cruel, so merciless, making her feel such infinite despair and helplessness!

She hated it! She hated Heaven for tormenting and punishing her like this!

She hated that man for taking her chastity, yet failing to shoulder his responsibility, leaving mother and son fleeing from place to place, and now trapped in danger!

She hated her heartless father for treating her this way, hated him for caring only about his own interests!

She hated it! Hated everything in the world! Hated its injustice toward her and her son!

"How boring!"

"Giving in just like that?"

Looking at Mu Yunxi's pale yet exquisitely beautiful face, Jun Wudao felt only boredom! He could not help feeling a little disappointed, then spoke indifferently:

"Come in!"

"Where's Ming'er? Let Ming'er go first! I don't trust you. Until I see that Ming'er is safe, I'll never let you have your way!"

Hearing this, Mu Yunxi knitted her willow-leaf brows and stared fixedly at Jun Wudao as she spoke in a low voice. She had already made up her mind: once her son had left safely, she would kill herself. She would never let him have his way!

"I don't want to say it twice!"

Glancing at Mu Yunxi and her bloodshot eyes, Jun Wudao remained composed. His indifferent, icy voice slowly emerged from his mouth!

"No! I have to make sure Ming'er is safe. I don't trust you. If you don't let Ming'er go first, I'll never let you have your way!"

Mu Yunxi spoke with her willow-leaf brows knitted, her voice bitterly cold, like ten-thousand-year-old ice atop the far northern peaks, carrying a bone-piercing chill!

"No? Then no it is! Personally, I rather enjoy tearing out tendons and extracting bones, refining souls, and especially scraping away every shred of flesh. You enjoy that too, don't you?"

Hearing this, Jun Wudao gave a faint chuckle, then casually picked up the teacup from the table and brought it to his lips. Only after taking a sip did he glance at Mu Yunxi and speak offhandedly.

He said it lightly, so casually, so unconcernedly!

When it came to threats!

He personally believed!

He was rather good at them.

As long as he seized someone's weak spot, magnified and extended their fears without limit, and displayed enough coldness and ruthlessness!

That would suffice!

"You, you..."

"How can you be so bloodthirsty and shameless? I'll come in, I'll come in... don't hurt him!"

Her proud breasts heaved violently again as she coughed blood. Mu Yunxi felt only despair. Was there truly no escape for her? Was she truly going to be defiled by him?

With heavy steps, she walked toward that familiar little room, but every step was so difficult and heavy, as though she were walking into an abyss of hell!

Tap, tap, tap!

As she lifted and lowered her feet, step after step, Mu Yunxi finally entered that hellish little room and stood before Jun Wudao!

Dressed in a plain blue dress, her skin was as fair and tender as snow, and her voluptuous, proud figure radiated endless temptation!

Her features were exquisite and flawless, her appearance elegant and enchanting, possessing both a young girl's innocence and a mature woman's charm and allure!

Sadly, the gentle warmth no longer lingered between her brows. In its place were endless coldness and sorrow, seeming like despair, and even more like helplessness!

The radiance in her beautiful eyes was no longer like crystal and fine jade. Now they were so blood-red, so dull and lifeless!

Jun Wudao sat quietly, his dark eyes looking up and down Mu Yunxi's pale yet exquisitely beautiful, enchanting face!

He looked at her willow-leaf brows, dark as painted lacquer, at her lusterless beautiful eyes, at her trembling lashes, all of which carried a lively, otherworldly grace!

Below them were her delicate, upturned nose and lovely red lips. Her skin was as white as snow, and with each glance she cast, it was as though fleeting life were a dream, her beauty breathtaking, so magnificent!

"Sit!"

After looking her up and down, Jun Wudao spoke indifferently, his voice very calm and flat!

"Do it? Now?"

At his words, Mu Yunxi's delicate body could not help trembling. She glanced at the Asura beside them, then looked at Jun Wudao with endless shame, anger, and reluctance in her eyes!