“Beg me.”
Those two icy words nailed themselves precisely into the last remnants of Zhang Mingyuan's sanity.
He raised his head, bloodshot veins webbed across his eyes, turning the whites completely crimson.
The Su Jinxue before him still possessed that same cold, peerless countenance, but in his eyes, she seemed to be shrouded in a halo of fatal temptation.
Beg her?
Beg this nemesis of five thousand years?
Beg this crazy woman who had humiliated him like a mere Sword-Bearing Attendant?
“Heh...” A beast-like low growl squeezed from Zhang Mingyuan's throat, but his lips forced a smile that looked worse than crying.
“Su Jinxue... You... You can't afford to play fair, can you...”
He wanted to curse. He wanted to say, “If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one instead of drugging me,” and curse her with every swear word from Blue Star.
But when the words reached his lips, all that came out was a series of heavy, ragged pants.
The heat wave inside his body was no longer a wave; it was a freaking volcanic eruption! The kind that splattered lava right onto his face!
The string of sanity called decency snapped with a sharp twang.
No, it was blown directly into fine powder.
Watching him in this state, the thrill of revenge in Su Jinxue's heart climbed to its peak.
This was exactly what she wanted!
The Projection Stone recorded every single detail with crystal clarity.
“Beg me,” she repeated, her voice carrying a trace of an imperceptible tremor.
“I...” Zhang Mingyuan felt his entire body go limp.
He clenched his teeth hard, the metallic taste of blood spreading through his mouth, yet it couldn't suppress the bone-melting, heart-burning heat.
He was finished.
He had been handsome and dashing his entire life, but today, his chastity was about to be lost.
The Sacred Lord of Qingyun Heaven—unfettered, peerless in battle, and the dream Dao companion of countless female cultivators!
After today, he would probably become the Xuanling Realm's number one degenerate or the male lead in the Myriad Snow Palace's captive pet diaries.
“Su... Jinxue...”
His voice was incredibly hoarse, laced with a crying tone and pleading.
“Xue... Little Xuexue... I was wrong...”
This cry of “Little Xuexue” made Su Jinxue's hand holding the Projection Stone tremble slightly.
Disgusting!
But... it was also damn satisfying.
Keeping her face cold, she continued to play the role of the high-and-mighty victor. “What did you do wrong?”
“I... I shouldn't have kissed you...”
Zhang Mingyuan's vision was completely blurred. Only that enticing snowy white and that fatal crimson red remained in his eyes.
“Sister... Good sister... Please... Give it to me...”
“Give you what?” Su Jinxue asked knowingly, the curve of her lips lifting even higher.
When she asked this question, her own breath hitched.
What would this man say?
“Give me... the antidote...”
Just the antidote?
Looking at the crimson-eyed man kneeling on the floor in the Projection Stone, begging continuously, Su Jinxue finally vented all the pent-up resentment in her heart.
Whatever.
Her goal had been achieved.
This Projection Stone would be the sword hanging over his head. Let's see if he dared to be arrogant in the future!
It would be boring to torture him any further.
And...
Looking at his handsome face, flushed with lust and carrying a vulnerability he rarely showed,
and his perfect physique outlined by his sweat-soaked clothes, which clung tightly to his skin due to his restraint...
Su Jinxue felt her own cheeks grow slightly hot.
She coughed lightly, put away the Projection Stone, and decided to show some mercy to end this farce.
She walked up to Zhang Mingyuan and looked down at him.
A wisp of extremely pure Red Dust Immortal energy condensed at her fingertips. She prepared to send it into his body to forcibly strip away that domineering medicinal power.
As the only immortal in the Xuanling Realm, purging a mere aphrodisiac should have been as easy as pie, right?
However, the moment her immortal energy entered Zhang Mingyuan's meridians, she discovered that the medicinal power had completely integrated into his limbs, bones, and even his soul.
It was impossible to strip away. If she forced it, it would definitely damage Zhang Mingyuan's foundation.
She was somewhat astonished. Bai Lumian's pill-refining methods were truly peerless in the Xuanling Realm.
While she was at a loss for what to do...
“Ngh...”
An extremely suppressed groan echoed from the floor.
Zhang Mingyuan suddenly snapped his head up.
In those eyes, not a single trace of sanity remained.
Only the most primal, maddeningly crimson desire was left, like a prehistoric beast cornered to its absolute limit.
His target was the only living being in this bedchamber—the source of that cold, sweet fragrance that was driving him mad.
Boom!
Zhang Mingyuan's figure instantly vanished from where he stood.
Alarm bells blared in Su Jinxue's mind. Her instincts as a Red Dust Immortal made her want to teleport away.
But she hesitated.
She feared that if she dodged, Zhang Mingyuan, who had completely lost his mind, would explode and die from the medicine attacking his heart.
That hesitation of a mere hundredth of a second proved fatal.
In the next instant, a scorching aura that felt hot enough to melt her rushed over her.
Like a hunting leopard, Zhang Mingyuan used an utterly unreasonable speed and strength to lock her tightly in his embrace.
She was completely dumbfounded.
Zhang Mingyuan's arms locked firmly around her waist.
He buried his head deep in the crook of her neck, like a drowning man clutching onto his sole piece of driftwood,
frantically and greedily drinking in the cold fragrance of her body.
His scorching breath puffed against the sensitive skin of Su Jinxue's neck, sending waves of shivers through her.
“So fragrant...”
The man's hoarse, nasal murmur sounded right by her ear.
“Xue... Give it to me...”
His lips, terrifyingly hot, began to uncontrollably linger and nibble along her neck and earlobes.
Su Jinxue's body instantly froze like an ice sculpture, her mind going entirely blank.
Kill him!
A voice inside her head shrieked frantically.
But...
Feeling the man in her arms trembling violently from pain and desire, and hearing his broken, pleading murmurs...
her killing intent, which was powerful enough to freeze tens of thousands of miles, simply could not be summoned.
She had... really overplayed her hand this time.
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