Chapter 89

Duanmu Qing leaned over Xing, her hands covering his handsome face, and stared intently into his deep eyes, asking, "Do you really remember nothing at all?"

Xing looked innocent and nodded, "Not a thing."

"Is... that so..." Duanmu Qing let go of Xing and sat on the edge of the bed, a hint of disappointment crossing her delicate face, then she smiled at Xing broadly.

"It's fine, just get better and leave as soon as possible."

With that, Duanmu Qing supported herself on the bed frame, stood up, and was about to leave. Suddenly, Xing sat up and grabbed Duanmu Qing.

"I want to know what happened!" Xing said seriously, his eyes staring intently at Duanmu Qing.

"Are you sure?" Duanmu Qing's lithe body trembled, and she slowly turned her head, saying, "It's not a good story, you know?"

Xing nodded, released Duanmu Qing's fair wrist, and patted the bed.

"Sit, I'm all ears."

"You..."

Duanmu Qing re-evaluated him, then suddenly smiled and sat down next to Xing again, recounting everything that happened after he was pulled into the chained wall, including the soul-snatching chain's sudden rampage, the howling of countless evil spirits, Xing's display of power, the subsequent intimate moments, and finally being discovered by Zi Buyu, leaving nothing out.

Xing listened intently, his expression growing increasingly complex. When he heard about the soul-snatching chain's rampage, he fell into deep thought; when he heard about the howling of countless evil spirits, his face showed concern; when he heard about Xing's display of power, a hint of pride and... something strange appeared on his face; when he heard about the intimate moments, his face...

"Turns out I really did push over my superior's daughter and make her my bed warmer. How incredible, it's like reading a novel," Xing thought to himself.

When he heard about the "intimate moments" with Duanmu Qing being discovered by Zi Buyu, his face immediately darkened, indescribable.

"Hey, do you have to change your expression so much? Are you that immersed in the story?" Duanmu Qing suddenly smirked, asking jealously.

"It's not that you told the story vividly, but the protagonist is me, how can I not be immersed?" Xing looked innocent and explained immediately.

"Tsk." Duanmu Qing turned her head away, muttering.

"Sorry, I didn't expect your cultivation..." Duanmu Qing's face darkened, her head lowered, and she said guiltily.

"Cultivation..." Xing's eyes flashed, his mind racing, and his expression became complex.

Xing looked at Duanmu Qing, silent.

"I, I really..." Duanmu Qing, seeing Xing's gloomy face, became flustered and tried to explain.

"Nothing needs to be said." Xing was silent for a moment, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly looked up at Duanmu Qing, a gentle smile on his face, and said seriously, "Listen to me now."

Next, Xing told Duanmu Qing everything, from Zi Buyu inviting him to the banquet, giving him a real but nominal black-level soul-snatcher's token, to his true cultivation, without any falsehood or fabrication.

"You were originally a ghost servant in the City God's Mansion?!" Duanmu Qing's face showed disbelief, and she exclaimed.

"Yes!" Xing nodded, his voice deep.

"You only have the cultivation of a ninth-level ghost soldier?!"

"Uh-huh!"

At this, Duanmu Qing suddenly fell silent.

Xing said nothing, waiting quietly for Duanmu Qing's punishment, a bitter smile on his face, only sighing at the whims of fate, but feeling no guilt in his heart!

One was a small ghost servant in the City God's Mansion, and the other was the young lady of the Hell Department, a well-known genius in the underworld, with both strength and beauty. The gap between them was like the difference between clouds and mud, making it impossible for them to be together.

Those who fall in love across strict social hierarchies may have beautiful stories, but reality is far more cruel.

A light punishment might be the loss of cultivation, and a severe punishment... might be being thrown into the Eighteenth Level of Hell?!

Xing thought heavily, guessing the punishment he would receive.

"Why did you tell me?" Duanmu Qing suddenly asked.

"What?" Xing was taken aback and asked.

"I mean, why did you tell me? You could have continued to be a black-level soul-snatcher, pretending your cultivation fell because of me. No one would know, and maybe when your cultivation really reached the ninth level of a ghost officer or even higher, you could marry me!" Duanmu Qing said loudly.

Xing was stunned, then said without hesitation, "I don't want to deceive you, I don't want to... deceive myself!"

"Aren't you afraid of the punishment after telling the truth!" Duanmu Qing's face turned cold, and she asked sternly.

"Not afraid, in eighteen years, Lord Su will still be Lord Su!" Xing answered solemnly.

Then, his tone changed, and he laughed bitterly, "But that's strange! How could I not be afraid? If you're in a bad mood and throw me into the Eighteenth Level of Hell, what about the numerous tortures in the Hell Mountains? What if you use private torture to vent your anger on me? What if you..."

"You..." Duanmu Qing was initially moved by Xing's righteous stance, almost shedding tears, but then she was speechless at his fear of death.

"Already dead once, why the fuss? And, am I really that scary? Or do you see me as a she-devil?" Duanmu Qing said.

"A she-leopard..." Xing muttered, then said with a straight face, "Look into my eyes, is there a she-devil in them? Are you really not a beautiful lady?"

"Let me see." Duanmu Qing's almond eyes widened, her gaze flickering as she stared into Xing's eyes.

After a while...

"I see... an eye booger." Duanmu Qing's face turned red, and she said immediately.

"Spit." Xing almost spat blood, quickly wiping it clean.

"Ha ha."

Duanmu Qing laughed, saying, "I was kidding you."

"Really?" Xing was taken aback, never expecting to be teased.

"Alright, now I'm going to announce your punishment!" Duanmu Qing said seriously.

Xing's expression immediately became serious, his heart uneasy as he awaited the impending punishment.

"I announce that Xing will be my Duanmu Qing's lifelong 'mount'!" Duanmu Qing said loudly, her face turning red, her cheeks flushed like they were painted with rouge, beautiful and captivating.

"What!" Xing was stunned, exclaiming.

"What? Unwilling?" Duanmu Qing's face darkened.

"Wouldn't dare, my master." Xing laughed bitterly.

"Good, that's good!" Duanmu Qing nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Xing, her face turning red.

"What?" Xing's heart skipped a beat, asking cautiously, like a worried and frightened white mouse.

"Nothing, just want to 'ride' you." Duanmu Qing's face was flushed, though she was naturally "bold and generous," saying such embarrassing words was a first, her heart racing like a fawn.

"Ah, no, master." Xing cried out, being pounced on by Duanmu Qing, his clothes flying, and the bed curtains closing automatically.

The makeup was light, the hair loose, laughter reflected in the red curtains as guests arrived.

Pushing aside the drunkenness, only to play with the flower hairpin, Pan Lang dared not let anyone urge.

Holding the skirt and tying the knot of love, the warmth revealed the deep fragrance.

Loving to tease the madman about trivial matters, not knowing the value of gold in music and dance.

The red curtains fluttered, a hint of spring appeared, Duanmu Qing, naked and graceful, rode on Xing's strong body, her black hair dancing, her voice soft and continuous.

After a night of passion, Duanmu Qing lay on Xing's chest, her affection like water.

"What about Shi Feixue?" Duanmu Qing asked, Xing had told her about his purpose in going to the City God's Mansion.

"Oh..." Xing hesitated, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes, "I plan to leave the City God's Mansion."

"What about Zi Buyu? The golden-eyed red-blooded dragon robe she gave you isn't an ordinary item, and the blood jade dragon horse? You owe her a favor, don't you?" Duanmu Qing continued to ask gently.

"True, hard to repay a beauty's kindness." Xing scratched his head.

"Crunch!"

Duanmu Qing bit Xing's shoulder hard, making a sound like biting an apple.

"Ouch! It hurts, a piece of flesh is falling off, ah, my cultivation is decreasing!" Xing immediately cried out, more pitiful than a pig being slaughtered.

"Enough, why are you making such a fuss? Do you think I didn't bite hard?" Duanmu Qing pouted, then suddenly laughed.

"Ha ha." Xing laughed foolishly, gently stroking Duanmu Qing's hair.

"What about the little girl who gave you the clay figure?" Duanmu Qing blinked her almond eyes, looking at Xing.

"Oh... I don't have much with her, just a chance encounter." Xing's expression stiffened, his gaze wandering, and he scratched his head.

"Really?"

"You and I, too much affection. Where affection is strong, it burns like fire. Take a piece of clay, mold you, shape me. Break us both, mix with water. Mold you again, shape me again.

I have you in my clay, you have me in yours. Live under the same quilt, die in the same coffin."

Duanmu Qing opened her red lips, murmuring, like a talented young lady, not the fierce leopard girl.

"It's not that deep, really." Xing cried out in protest.

"Ah!"

Duanmu Qing, like a little she-leopard, pounced and bit Xing.

"Bad guy, I don't care how many women you have in the future, but you must be sincere to me." Duanmu Qing gnashed her teeth, threatening fiercely.

"Don't worry." Xing stroked Duanmu Qing's hair, lightly kissed her forehead, then gently kissed her eyelids.

"Mmm..."

Duanmu Qing, like a playful little leopard, closed her eyes in comfort.

"Don't worry, I'm not a promiscuous person, love and women are better to be scarce than abundant." Xing promised.

"I want more!" Duanmu Qing suddenly said.

"What?" Xing was taken aback.

"I don't have the beauty to captivate you like Shi Feixue, the grace of a celestial being like Zi Buyu, or the cuteness and innocence of Tai An'er. But I can..."

Duanmu Qing was very serious, her face turning red, all the way to her ears.

Her voice became as soft as a mosquito, almost inaudible, and she directly expressed herself through action, very "bold," very "strong." The golden silk quilt slipped, revealing her fiery figure, and she directly rode on Xing's waist, her chest bouncing playfully.

"Really? More..." Xing looked at Duanmu Qing's fiery figure, and couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

"I want to drain you!" Duanmu Qing pounced, her chest burying Xing's head, a mischievous smile on her face, her heart racing, and she became a bit naughty with Xing.

"Ah!" Xing cried out.

A pair of newlyweds, savoring the taste of passion, spent a night of passion.

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