124: Chapter 124 Demon Empress - Nangong Xiyue

Who knows how much time passed.

Perhaps a few days? Perhaps a few hours?

Ye Xiaoyao's consciousness surfaced from deep water, becoming clearer bit by bit.

He felt something pressing on him.

Soft, warm, and with astonishing elasticity.

He wanted to move, but couldn't at all.

That thing was completely pressing him down.

What happened before he fainted gradually came back to him.

The little fox.

Pure Yang Qi.

Drained dry.

Fainted.

Ye Xiaoyao suddenly opened his eyes.

What greeted his eyes was an exquisitely beautiful face.

The face was extremely close to him, with skin as fair as snow, almost imperceptible pores.

Her eyelashes were long and dense, like two small fans.

Her nose bridge was slender and elegant, her lips full and rosy, currently slightly upturned, revealing a sweet curve.

Her eyes were closed, her expression serene and content, and her mouth still held his right index finger.

Ye Xiaoyao was stunned.

Then his gaze shifted downwards.

A snow-white neck, delicate collarbones, and further down...

There was nothing.

This peerless beauty was stark naked, not wearing a stitch of clothing.

That snow-white, jade-like body pressed against him, completely uncovered.

The full, towering, white peaks of her chest were pressed tightly against his, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Ye Xiaoyao's mind went blank.

Where did this great beauty come from?

Immediately, an extremely outrageous thought emerged.

He laboriously turned his eyes to look at that pretty face.

Although those eyes were closed, he remembered their shape.

And that temperament, that contradictory sense of coldness mixed with charm...

It was the little fox!!

That little fox, pure white all over, with heterochromatic eyes.

But how was this possible??

The little fox didn't have a trace of Demonic Qi; it was completely a mortal beast!

A Yao Beast capable of transforming must at least be a Fourth Tier Initial Stage one. How could that little fox be a Fourth-Order Demonic Beast?

This completely exceeded Ye Xiaoyao's understanding.

He tried to shift his body, but the woman hugged him even tighter.

Her two jade hands encircled his waist, as if holding a large bolster, with no intention of letting go.

Ye Xiaoyao could only let her press down on him.

Speaking of which, being pressed down by such a peerless beauty, he felt a little bit...

Excited?

Joyful?

Anyway, it wasn't unpleasant.

He smelled her faint body fragrance.

He couldn't quite describe the scent; it was somewhat like flowers, and somewhat like milk.

Mixed together, it smelled exceptionally good.

Suddenly, he glimpsed her straight, slender, fair legs move slightly.

Those exquisite, fair, jade-like feet, with toes slightly curled, like a kitten stretching after waking up.

She was about to wake up.

Ye Xiaoyao quickly averted his gaze, looking back at her face.

At the same time, her eyes slowly opened.

Her left eye was pale gold, her right eye ice blue.

Heterochromatic eyes.

Ye Xiaoyao was now completely certain.

This peerless woman was that snow-white little fox.

Those heterochromatic eyes blinked, looked at him twice, and then she slowly got up from on top of him.

Her two jade hands, which had been wrapped around his waist, loosened and pushed against his chest to help her stand up.

Her movements were slow and natural, without any intention of covering herself.

So Ye Xiaoyao saw those dazzlingly white, large mounds.

He felt a surge of heat rush up from his Dantian, and quickly turned his head away, closing his eyes.

See no evil!

See no evil!

But he couldn't help but mutter inwardly.

How could this Yao Race Senior be so unreserved?

Just displaying herself so openly in front of me?

Completely not treating me as an outsider?

The rustling sound of clothes being put on began.

After a while, the sound stopped.

Ye Xiaoyao felt she must have finished dressing, so he turned his head and opened his eyes, getting up from the ground himself.

The woman had indeed dressed and was quietly looking at him, a faint smile on her face.

There was no malice or disdain in that smile, only an indescribable gentleness.

Only then did Ye Xiaoyao truly see her appearance clearly.

She had a head of lustrous black hair, long enough to reach her waist, spread over her back, not at all messy.

A cinnabar mark adorned her forehead, making her face even more radiant and captivating.

Her willow-like brows were like smoke, and beneath them were a pair of captivating heterochromatic eyes.

One eye was as cold as the moon, the other as enchanting as fire.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if countless emotions flowed within them.

Her nose bridge was high and delicate, adding a touch of nobility to her face.

Her lips were like dotted cherries, full and moist, with an alluring sheen.

A pair of ears, somewhat resembling fox ears, were hidden among her dark hair, only trembling slightly when she turned her head, adding a hint of agile Demonic Qi compared to ordinary people, yet subtly so as not to appear unruly.

His gaze moved down to her slender, swan-like, snow-white neck, and her delicate collarbones were faintly visible between the lapels of her plain white long dress.

Her chest, however, was breathtakingly full and upright, pushing the dress into an alluring curve.

Her waist, in contrast, narrowed sharply, so slender it could be encircled with one hand, revealing an extreme fragility amidst extreme allure.

As her skirt swayed gently, her straight, slender, jade-like legs appeared and disappeared beneath the white sheer fabric.

And what was most captivating were her completely bare, charming jade feet.

Her ankles were exquisite, her toes round like pearls, simply treading on the ground without any covering.

Carrying a hint of innocent willfulness, yet exuding an fearless allure.

Cold, graceful, charming.

Three distinctly different temperaments fused contradictorily yet perfectly within her.

Simply standing there, she seemed to embody all the spiritual essence and beauty of the world.

Ye Xiaoyao was somewhat dazed.

He had seen many peerless women.

Liu Yunshuang's mature charm, Fu Hongxue's cold aloofness.

Song Yu's gentle loveliness, Ji Chanxi's tsundere sweetness.

Pei Yuhan's noble elegance, Lu Jiajing's enchanting allure.

Each one was a top-tier beauty.

But this one before him was breathtakingly beautiful.

So beautiful it felt unreal, beautiful enough to make all women in the world jealous, beautiful enough to captivate all living beings.

Ye Xiaoyao bit his tongue to clear his head.

He averted his gaze, bowed slightly, and said respectfully:

"Please forgive this Senior. This Junior was very offensive just now; it was truly unintentional. Please do not take it to heart."

Facing this Great Demon King who had transformed into human form, he had no choice but to adopt a respectful posture.

If the other party became displeased, his life would be over.

Seeing him so reserved, the woman couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

"Look at you, why are you so nervous?"

She smiled very gently.

"Could it be that you're afraid I'll eat you, Young Master?"

Ye Xiaoyao breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed this Yao Race Senior truly held no hostility.

But he still maintained a respectful posture, merely straightening his body and raising his head, though he dared not look at her directly again.

Seeing this, the woman moved her lotus-like steps lightly and walked towards him.

Her jade feet trod on the ground, yet remained unstained.

She stopped three feet in front of him, her voice gentle and calm:

"Although you are a Human Race Cultivator, since you saved my life, you are my benefactor. We of the Yao Race also understand gratitude, so rest assured, I will not hold those things against you."

The 'those things' she referred to naturally meant Ye Xiaoyao having seen her naked.

Only then did Ye Xiaoyao look at her face again, revealing a smile: "Thank you, Senior."

Only then did Ye Xiaoyao look at her face again, revealing a smile: "Thank you, Senior."

The woman, however, frowned slightly.

She felt this Human Race Young Master Cultivator was too rigid. Was he really so afraid of her, this Great Demon King of the Yao Race?

No, she was no longer a Great Demon King.

She was already a Fifth-Tier Demonic Beast, the new Demon Race Empress.

She smiled again, even more gently and charmingly.

Her smile could actually combine these two qualities, making one's heart flutter.

"Why thank me?"

She said in a serious tone:

"It should be me thanking you! If Young Master hadn't saved me, I might have already perished. How would I have the chance to stand before you? I said, since you saved my life, you are my benefactor. So you don't need to be so formal; I don't like seeing my benefactor acting so polite."

"It should be me thanking you! If Young Master hadn't saved me, I might have already perished. How would I have the chance to stand before you? I said, since you saved my life, you are my benefactor. So you don't need to be so formal; I don't like seeing my benefactor acting so polite."

"It should be me thanking you! If Young Master hadn't saved me, I might have already perished. How would I have the chance to stand before you? I said, since you saved my life, you are my benefactor. So you don't need to be so formal; I don't like seeing my benefactor acting so polite."

She then smiled sweetly: "Young Master, my name is Nangong Xiyue. In the future, Young Master doesn't need to call me Senior; you can just call me Xiyue."