Chapter 67

Dongmei's black light gauze fluttered gracefully, her skin fair, resembling a noble black-striped swallowtail butterfly. Su Xing's long robe swayed as he awoke, his handsome features exuding a regal air, like an incomparably noble phoenix butterfly. The two spirits danced gracefully, as if they were about to fly away together.

The dance was incredibly beautiful. Initially, Dongmei was worried that Su Xing was a novice and would step on her feet, but to her surprise, Su Xing danced exceptionally well, with a unique charm, rivaling that of a dance king.

It was as if a wolf-hair brush was moving on a scroll, soft yet firm, with straight and vertical strokes, the turns and curves full of spirit. The entire dance was like a beautifully written article.

Su Xing and Dongmei danced closely, he smiled at the beauty in his arms, his handsome face capable of making many women fall in love. However, his two "perverted hands" were not behaving, roaming over Dongmei's graceful body.

His large hands roamed and caressed, causing Dongmei's body to stiffen slightly, trembling, her eyebrows arching, her face cold, like a plum blossom in the harsh winter.

"I thought you were a virtuous man, but it turns out you're just a big pervert. Humph, to make you fall for my charm, I'll endure it!" Dongmei thought to herself, her expression gradually softening, her cheeks blooming with a spring-like blush, her eyes glistening as she looked at Su Xing.

Su Xing chuckled, unperturbed, his large hands continuing to roam over her body, his palm sliding over her waist and landing directly on her plump buttocks.

They were really plump and very elastic!

Su Xing's eyes widened, immediately remembering what Dongyue had said, his hands itched, wanting to slap her.

In the end, Su Xing did not slap her, as there was no reason, and he had not yet had enough fun.

"Ah!" Dongmei's bright eyes widened, her lips slightly parted, accidentally moaning. Su Xing's two large hands had actually cupped her plump buttocks, his fingers slipping into the crevice, gently teasing.

Dongmei's gaze turned cold, a hint of killing intent flashing in her eyes. When had she ever been so violated? She was usually a proud plum blossom in the harsh winter, other ghost servants both respected and feared her. How could anyone be as disrespectful as Su Xing?

Just as Dongmei was about to react, Su Xing's hands withdrew like lightning.

"If you do it again, I'll definitely cripple you!" Dongmei's slender arms wrapped around Su Xing's neck, her icy skin and bones, her heart cold, but her surface still full of spring, making even ghosts feel a flutter.

Su Xing's eyes twitched, his senses sharp, instantly sensing Dongmei's killing intent. He immediately withdrew his hands and changed his strategy!

"What a dangerous female ghost, but the feel is indeed good!" Su Xing thought, his "perverted hands" starting to roam again, playing guerrilla warfare.

Because it was a close dance, although Dongmei could maintain a tiny distance from Su Xing, the light gauze fluttered, and Su Xing could still faintly feel the cool and smoothness of Dongmei's proud body.

Suddenly, a wicked idea sprang to mind, and Su Xing's arms suddenly closed, pulling Dongmei tightly against him!

"Ah!" Dongmei gasped, Su Xing's action was too sudden, and she was caught off guard. Her plump body collided with Su Xing's solid frame, and her two cute "white bunnies" pressed against Su Xing's chest.

Su Xing took the opportunity to lower his head, feasting his eyes on the expanse of snow-white skin, with two faint red dots barely visible, a glimpse of spring.

The two "white bunnies" almost playfully jumped out of the red belly band, extremely soft, pressing against Su Xing's chest, rubbing and changing shape, a touch of snow-white contrasting with the red of the belly band, the black of the gauze, and the two faint red dots, like two love beans.

"Ah, um!"

The two "white bunnies" were suddenly violated, and Dongmei was about to get angry, but Su Xing was too despicable, taking advantage of her vulnerability, his hands returning to her plump buttocks, kneading them fiercely.

"Um... ah... how despicable!" Dongmei's cries were like a lament, her cheeks flushed, just as she was about to strike, a tingling sensation spread through her, almost making her legs weak.

"This is..."

Dongmei was stunned, her arms hanging around Su Xing's neck, her body weak and boneless, with no strength left to support herself. Suddenly, she felt something hard pressing against her private area.

"..."

Dongmei fell silent for a moment, finally realizing what it was, her face turning red with embarrassment and anger.

Su Xing's little friend had unconsciously risen, and this was also inevitable. He had a thick skin and pretended to know nothing. However, Su Xing sensed the killing intent from Dongmei and knew he had gone too far.

Su Xing had a sudden idea, and the next step in the dance suddenly went wrong, his foot "accidentally" stepping on Dongmei's foot.

"Ah, it hurts!" Dongmei cried out in pain, the killing intent receding like a tide, pushing Su Xing away and rubbing her foot.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Su Xing said politely, apologizing to Dongmei, "We're even now!"

"How can we be even? You've taken so many liberties with me!" Dongmei demanded, her face cold, truly angry. She had seen despicable people before, but never one as despicable as Su Xing!

"How much have I taken from you? Your little sister has taken just as much from my little brother, so we're even!" Su Xing replied indignantly, "Your little sister not only made my little brother swell but almost made him wet!"

"You!" Dongmei was speechless, both angry and embarrassed.

"Pervert!"

"You were the one who seduced me!"

"You!"

"What's wrong with me?"

"You're despicable!"

"Ah, thank you for the compliment, thick-skinned and of good quality!" Su Xing said with a grin, deliberately trying to anger Dongmei.

Because of her, Su Xing had not been able to focus on his cultivation for the past few days. Moreover, Dongmei had approached him with ulterior motives, and he needed to punish her to teach her a lesson.

"I can't let you live!" Dongmei's eyes filled with coldness, her killing intent finally exposed!

"I was going to give you a taste of my charm to make you fall for me, but you're so ungrateful, taking advantage of me. Now I'll have to punish you!"

With that, Dongmei moved directly, her delicate hands flipping, and a beautifully carved sandalwood fan appeared, with a garden and artificial hills vividly depicted on it.

"Whoosh!"

Dongmei activated her technique, her ghostly energy of the ninth level of Ghost Soldier surging into the sandalwood fan. Snowflakes immediately danced on the fan, the carvings coming to life, the power shocking even ghosts!

"Ghost weapon?!" Su Xing exclaimed, seeing the strange phenomenon.

"Hmph, I knew you were strong, so I didn't want to fight you head-on. Now it's too late for you to realize. No matter how strong you are, you can't withstand the attack of the cold sandalwood fan!" Dongmei's face turned pale, her voice cold, clearly the activation of the cold sandalwood fan was a burden for her.

"Die!" Dongmei shouted, suddenly fanning the cold sandalwood fan, a crescent-shaped blade of snow-white light shooting out at an incredible speed, aiming to slice Su Xing into pieces.

Su Xing's scalp tingled, his hair almost standing on end. His pupils contracted, and before Dongmei fanned the cold sandalwood fan, he dodged to the side.

"Crack!" The crescent-shaped cold light barely grazed Su Xing's shoulder, slicing off a piece of his sleeve. Several chairs were cut in half and fell to the sides.

Su Xing glanced quickly, his heart racing. The cut on the chairs was as smooth as a mirror, with a thin layer of ice on the surface, emitting a "warm" coldness.

"Thank goodness my 'prediction' ability hasn't diminished, otherwise... if I had been hit, I would have been dead!" Su Xing's forehead was drenched in sweat. After all, Dongmei's attack was truly terrifying, one hit could mean death, and he would not even become a wandering ghost, but would be completely annihilated.

Su Xing looked at Dongmei with a serious expression. She was serious, each move lethal, and the cold sandalwood fan she wielded was likely a high-quality low-rank ghost weapon, or even a low-quality mid-rank ghost weapon!

"Truly the leader of the West Garden ghost servants, the personal maid of the Fourth Miss, truly favored to possess such a powerful ghost weapon, which even a Ghost Officer might find hard to obtain!" Su Xing said coldly.

"Su Xing, to die under the high-quality low-rank cold sandalwood fan is also your honor. Die!" Dongmei's aura was cold, like a plum blossom blooming in a snowy landscape, its fragrance piercing, the room's temperature seemingly dropping a few degrees.

Dongmei's aura pulse wheel opened, with other pulse wheels supporting it. She had not only opened four pulse wheels, but they complemented each other, increasing her power. Combined with her years of practice with the cold sandalwood fan, she could unleash almost 70% of its power with her ninth-level Ghost Soldier cultivation!

"Indeed!" Su Xing's eyes narrowed. The cold sandalwood fan was a high-quality low-rank ghost weapon, its quality not much higher than the "Years" butcher knife.

Before he could think more, three crescent-shaped cold light beams formed a triangle and rushed towards him, blocking his escape routes on the left, right, and above.

"Hmph! Let's see how you dodge!" Dongmei sneered, Su Xing already a dead man in her eyes.

Suddenly, Su Xing's hair stood on end, a terrifying killing intent permeating his heart, the cold sandalwood fan's threat clearly endangering his life!

In a split second, Su Xing burst into action, his nine aura pulse wheels and nine force pulse wheels spinning instantly, a blinding white light like a tidal wave flooding the room.

Next, Su Xing stomped his feet, the floor bouncing up like a shield in front of him.

The three sharp cold crescent beams passed silently, the floor as fragile as paper, exploding into a cloud of frozen wood chips.

In Dongmei's eyes, Su Xing's defense was so weak, but even a moment's delay was enough.

A smile crossed Su Xing's lips, and he drew a black light from his ghost pocket, the high-quality low-rank ghost weapon, the butcher knife "Years"!

However, during this life-and-death battle between Su Xing and Dongmei, neither of them knew that outside the door, two little maids were squatting, their small hands wet with saliva, poking two small holes in the paper door. The two mischievous little maids took turns peeking, watching the "spirits fighting" with great interest!

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