Chapter 108 Doing Villainous Things (Part 1)
"Watching?" Xiao Ming chuckled softly, his hand around her waist dropping slightly to deliver a punitive slap to her high, perky buttocks—
"Slap!"
A crisp sound rang out, drawing another coquettish cry from the beauty in his arms.
With that, the two ignored the Disciples behind them, whose faces wore various expressions, and walked straight toward the palace on the peak.
Their figures vanished into the depths of the winding mountain path, leaving behind an eerie, deathly silence on the platform.
After a long while, someone spat fiercely, breaking the suffocating silence.
The Disciple who was close to Tu Yu and had just been slapped held his cheek, his eyes full of humiliation and resentment, and said in a hoarse voice: "Pah! Bitch! It's a waste of how well Young Lord Tu treated her in the past; he never skimped on Spirit Pills or rare Magical Artifacts! Now that Peak Master Tu has just passed, and the Young Lord is still severely injured, she's already so impatient to throw herself into the arms of that new Saint! ... Ptooey!"
Another person was calmer, though he couldn't hide the complexity in his eyes. He looked around, lowered his voice, and spoke with the bleakness of a rabbit mourning the death of a fox: "Watch your tongue! Haven't you figured it out yet? What kind of person is Senior Sister Chi Lianer? Shrewd and opportunistic, she knows how to read the situation best. When Peak Master Tu was here, she was naturally the most favored person beside the Young Lord. Now... when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. The Young Lord is severely injured and bedridden; I heard... his limbs are completely crippled, and even taking Spirit Pills is useless. The sky over War Demon Peak has long since changed."
He paused, looking in the direction where Xiao Ming and Chi Lianer had left, his eyes dark: "This Saint has ruthless methods, and his cultivation is unfathomable—even Peak Master Tu... Senior Sister Chi Lianer is just finding herself a new backer. Besides, what can we people say? What can we even do?"
"But are we just going to let it go? The Young Lord's vengeance..." the previous Disciple said, unwilling to accept it.
"Vengeance?" The calmer Disciple gave a bitter smile and patted his shoulder, "Staying alive is better than anything!"
These words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly sobering the few indignant Disciples and leaving them with a bone-chilling cold. They looked toward the deep, dimly lit palace, and no one spoke again. Only the mountain wind howled by, whipping up fallen leaves, carrying the desolate impermanence of late autumn.
On the other side, the two had already stepped onto the last flight of stairs leading to the main hall. That once-majestic blood-colored palace now stood silently in the night. The beast-shaped eaves were still visible, but the heart-palpitating pressure was gone, replaced by the desolation of a neglected household.
The two pushed the door open and walked straight in. But before the palace doors could even close, Chi Lianer seemed to instantly shed her last shred of restraint. The doors were only just ajar behind her, not yet closed, when she turned around impatiently. Her arms, like supple vines, suddenly wrapped around Xiao Ming's neck, pressing her entire delicate body fiercely against him.
"Lord Saint..." She tilted her face up, her red lips actively seeking the corners of his mouth. Her voice was slurred and sweet, carrying a desperate, all-or-nothing fervor. Her actions were shockingly bold; this was no longer the tentative teasing from before, but a near-greedy demand. One hand eagerly slipped into Xiao Ming's outer robe, feeling the solid chest beneath it, while the other hand was not idle either, guiding Xiao Ming's large hand to cover her soft breasts, which were heaving rapidly from her slightly hurried breathing.
Dark colors surged in Xiao Ming's eyes. He didn't seem surprised by her boldness at all, but the initiative—that had to be firmly in his own hands.
Thinking of this, he immediately took the initiative, tightening his arms to firmly imprison Chi Lianer, and lowered his head to chew on the red lips offered to him, wantonly tasting that longing and passion.
The two's breathing sounded exceptionally clear in the silent hall. While deepening the kiss, Xiao Ming held the fragrant, soft beauty in his arms and moved his feet, pinning her against the cold, solid main pillar inside the hall.
"Mmm~"
With her back against the rough pillar and his body heat so close, along with his unparalleled, overbearing dominance, Chi Lianer's heart couldn't help but race wildly. It was a feeling she had never experienced before; the intertwining of possession and control made her passion surge, unable to restrain herself.
After a long while, Xiao Ming finally pulled back slightly, ending the almost suffocating deep kiss, a silver thread of saliva stretching and breaking between their lips. Chi Lianer's eyes were already misty and unfocused, and she was gasping for air, her high breasts heaving with it, revealing a seductive and breathtaking curve.
Although it wasn't the first time Xiao Ming had seen this, he still subconsciously admired the beautiful scenery before him, and couldn't help but secretly marvel to himself: 'Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is truly a case of "when one is full, the whole family is satisfied"!'
Just as he steadied his focus, he suddenly shuddered. Before he knew it, the charming beauty before him had silently lowered one of her small hands, and with an undeniable warmth, it slipped into his lower robe.