Chapter 62

"Ritual complete, escort the newlyweds to the bridal chamber!"

Then, all the barbarian men looked at Lanling with a sense of schadenfreude. 8novel

All the barbarian women looked at Lanling with sympathy. A handsome man is always favored by women, even among the barbarians. Especially, his "Dream Wedding" was so beautifully moving.

Lanling and Mengtuolu, holding a red silk ribbon, entered the bridal chamber.

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Inside the bridal chamber, the red candles burned brightly, making the room warm like spring.

The bride Mengtuolu sat solemnly on the edge of the bed, wearing a red veil on her head.

Lanling stood quietly in the center of the bridal chamber.

Neither of them spoke, and Mengtuolu did not even speak to have the veil lifted.

Because lifting the veil was like opening a bet, a bet on life and death!

Lanling took a deep breath, walked over, and slowly lifted the corner of the red veil.

A face so beautiful it took one's breath away, with bright eyes and lips as red as fire, exquisitely charming and captivating.

Then, this face smiled at Lanling and said softly, "My lord, it's late, let's rest."

"Alright," Lanling said.

Then, Mengtuolu's delicate hands hooked around Lanling's neck, and she slowly lay down.

"I said, if you lose, you must accept the consequences. Come on," Mengtuolu said hoarsely, "Although I have been married several times, no man has ever touched me. I am still pure and chaste."

Lanling's breathing quickened, and he reached out to untie all her clothes, as well as his own.

Instantly, the two of them were tightly pressed together in the most primitive way, the temperature rising sharply.

Mengtuolu's beautiful eyes began to show a hint of panic, and her breathing became chaotic.

She was a pure and chaste woman, even though her soul and mind had fallen, her body remained innocent.

She was willing to give herself to Lanling because he was her confidant, and she had lost the bet, so she had to accept the consequences.

Of course, there was a more important reason: she wanted to take revenge, to take revenge on the man she deeply loved, the man who betrayed her.

However, at this moment, she was truly frightened. It seemed that giving herself completely was harder than she had imagined.

She had once cherished her body greatly, intending to give it to the man she loved after the wedding.

However, that man had abandoned her like a worn-out shoe, completely betraying her.

After that, she also gave up on herself, completely falling, so the once precious and pure body was now worthless.

The Solon in front of her was her confidant, so talented and so handsome.

So, giving her body to him seemed like a good choice. It was also a complete revenge on herself and that man.

Moreover, Solon was right; she couldn't hold on much longer, and in three years at most, she would collapse and end her own life. So, tasting the forbidden fruit while still alive wasn't bad.

But when the moment truly arrived, she found she couldn't bear it. Her entire mind and soul were filled with the image of that man, the man she loved and hated deeply.

Her body, from the inside out, seemed to bear the mark of that man. Now, to let another person enter, even though this Solon was charming and excellent, her body and soul were resisting.

Mengtuolu was about to go mad; even at this moment, she couldn't forget that man.

Even though she said she hated him so much, her body still regarded itself as his private property, resisting any other person's entry.

"No, I don't want this, I want to shatter your image," Mengtuolu shouted in her heart. "I can't be so weak, I have to drive him away, shatter him."

Then, Mengtuolu bit her teeth and spread her legs, saying, "Solon, come on, take me."

After saying that, she closed her beautiful eyes, waiting for the moment to come.

Lanling looked at the beautiful face tormented by pain and asked, "Are you instinctively thinking of him right now?"

Mengtuolu did not answer, although she wanted to deny it, the answer was indeed yes. She closed her eyes to imagine Lanling as the man she loved.

Lanling immediately stopped.

"Why did you stop? Am I not beautiful?" Mengtuolu said. "Haven't you been waiting for this moment? This is your only chance to survive."

Lanling, of course, knew that to make a woman not kill him, he had to first win her heart, and to win her heart, he had to first get her body.

This was the most basic principle, especially for pure and chaste women. Once they had the most intimate relationship with a man, they instinctively felt a connection, even a sense of blood ties.

Mengtuolu said, "I can even tell you that today is when I am most likely to conceive. If I really get pregnant, I probably won't let my child grow up without a father."

Lanling was stunned, but after calculating the days, he vaguely remembered the slight bloody smell he had detected on Mengtuolu when they came out of the Shadow Spider Queen's cave, which he had thought was from the slaughter, but it turned out to be her menstrual cycle.

So, these two days were indeed when she was most likely to conceive.

"Solon, I must kill you, but I don't want to kill you," Mengtuolu said. "Because you and I are so similar, you understand me so well, and you have such outstanding artistic talent. A person like you should live. So, I must find a sufficient reason not to kill you, such as having an intimate relationship, or getting pregnant."

Lanling looked at Mengtuolu in shock; he hadn't expected her to have such complex thoughts.

"So, if you don't give me a sufficient reason, how can I not kill you?" Mengtuolu said.

"Why do you have to kill me?" Lanling asked.

"Zining ordered me to kill you, and if I don't, the consequences will be severe," Mengtuolu said. "Do you know why no hunter dares to kill the people of the Poison Snake Tribe?"

Lanling said, "Because you will take revenge, you will kill them and their families completely."

Mengtuolu said, "I don't have that ability; my power is just a corner of the Ten Thousand Mountains. The one who can kill the hunters and their families completely is Zining, Zili, and they have a very powerful and mysterious underground force."

Lanling suddenly understood.

Mengtuolu said, "They need a barbarian armed force, so my Poison Snake Tribe is preserved and growing stronger. The surrounding tribes, to avoid being exterminated by the hunters, have to come to me for protection."

Lanling understood; it was like some major countries on Earth needing to support terrorist organizations.

Then, these terrorist forces are like bricks, attacking wherever they are needed. For example, they only attack Syria, not Saudi Arabia.

"So, to survive, you have to sleep with me," Mengtuolu said. "I need a reason not to kill you. To win a woman's heart, you must first get her body, and it's best if she gets pregnant. You, as a playboy, should understand this principle best."

"So, if you really sleep with me, you have a slim chance of survival. If you don't, you will surely die," Mengtuolu said, word by word. "As for being seen as a substitute for that man, what does it matter? Is dignity more important than life? Choose."

Then, Mengtuolu closed her eyes again.

Lanling was immediately faced with a life-or-death decision: choose dignity or survival?

Choosing survival means sleeping with the most beautiful woman in the world and possibly living.

The only downside is being seen as a substitute for someone else.

If it were his wife, being seen as a substitute for another man would be the most painful thing.

But this woman is not his wife; she is just a pitiful woman.

If he chooses dignity, he will leave this beautiful body, and the result may be death.

Lanling had to bet his life!

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It seemed like a long hesitation, or perhaps just a moment, Lanling left Mengtuolu's beautiful body, then turned and sat quietly, motionless.

Feeling Lanling's departure, Mengtuolu opened her beautiful eyes and said slowly, "Have you made your choice?"

"Yes," Lanling said.

Mengtuolu said, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I am afraid of death," Lanling said. "I need to protect my sister, I need to revitalize my family, I can't die."

"Then why make this choice? Choosing a path to death?" Mengtuolu said. "Just because of a man's dignity, unwilling to be a substitute?"

"I don't know why," Lanling said. "I didn't choose with reason, but with impulse and emotion. My heart wanted me to leave your body."

Mengtuolu also stood up and said, "Perhaps you are still betting on another possibility. If you slept with me, I might kill you with a clear conscience. But if you didn't, I might admire you and let you go."

Lanling thought for a moment and then said, "I don't seem to have that thought. Perhaps I made this choice just because of naivety, just to avoid being a substitute, perhaps just for dignity."

Mengtuolu's beautiful eyes looked at Lanling and said, "Are you afraid of death?"

She asked the question again.

Lanling answered again, "Yes, because I need to protect my sister, I need to revitalize the Suo family."

Mengtuolu's delicate hand gently touched Lanling's face and said softly, "You are a proud man. If I hadn't fallen in love with someone else first, I might have really fallen in love with you. Unfortunately, my heart can't accommodate a second person."

Lanling smiled again, without answering.

"Also, what I said is true. If you had really slept with me, I might have really gotten pregnant, and I might have really been unable to kill you," Mengtuolu said. "I really don't want to kill you, but I must, to protect my people."

"I... must kill you, I'm sorry."

Lanling gave her a sad smile and nodded.

"Do you have any last wishes?" Mengtuolu said.

Lanling said, "Protect my sister, but you can't do it."

"I'll try," Mengtuolu said. "Do you blame me?"

Lanling shook his head and said, "You are just a pitiful woman."

"Then why don't you resist?" Mengtuolu said.

"I have resisted, with all my effort and wisdom," Lanling said.

Indeed, he had resisted and almost entered Mengtuolu's heart. But in the last moment, he chose the illusory dignity and refused to be a substitute, cutting off his last chance of survival.

"Alright, then close your eyes," Mengtuolu said. "I will properly dress your body and send it back to your family. From now on, I will no longer be the Black Widow, I will no longer suck men's blood, and I will no longer seek handsome men to marry. I will remember that there was once a handsome, talented, and melancholic man who almost entered my heart."

Lanling closed his eyes, as if betting on the last, faint possibility.

Tears slid down Mengtuolu's beautiful eyes, and she brought her lips to Lanling's neck, first gently touching, then kissing with her red lips.

Finally, she opened her small mouth, revealing her white teeth, and bit down hard.

Instantly, blood gushed out, flowing into Mengtuolu's mouth and down her throat.

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