Capítulo 868: Chapter 669: Heart-Piercing (Part 2)
Arao let out a cold laugh. In response to Baili An’s furious curses, she simply pulled off the blanket, slightly exerting force between her legs to prop Baili An’s body up, making it half-sit.
The prominent ‘Rao’ characters across his body were like poison needles deeply piercing into Baili An’s heart.
Almost no inch of skin was spared, even his waist and stomach were covered in the glaring red ‘Rao’.
The red enchanting characters stood out against the cold-toned skin, giving a peculiar kind of alluring beauty.
But indeed, in this world, what man could tolerate such humiliation?
Baili An’s blood surged violently, and after just one glance, he swiftly looked away, his gaze as if wanting to devour Arao: “Shaless! You truly know how!”
Arao, since her rebirth in the future life, had not been shy in playing such tricks with her master.
When reckoned carefully, this was indeed a brand new experience for him.
She looked at Baili An’s embarrassed and furious expression with interest, feeling nostalgic for a mont.
Although during those days of staying together day and night with her master, every day he would look at her with red eyes and never show her a pleasant expression, making her particularly angry.
Later, her master joined forces with the deceptive old woman from Kunlun Mountain to destroy her Demon World lair, and then died in that vast sea.
It was then she realized that the days of mutual disdain were indeed precious and valuable to her.
She fixed her gaze deeply on Baili An’s face full of anger and resentnt, she couldn’t help but laugh: “I have always been fair in character; since I want to mark you, naturally no place should be neglected.”
She, as though appraising a jade piece, comnted: “Though Ning Feiyan was uncharacteristically generous, even willing to spend enchanting demon’s spiritual power to nourish your body, a corpse demon should not grow any further.
Yet, during these days in the demon world, you seem to have grown quite significantly, but compared to the one I once fancied, you can only be considered a young fledgling.”
Baili An swallowed a reverse blood surging to his throat, unable to contain his fury: “Then go find your beloved, stop bothering !”
Arao looked at him with profound aning, laughed: “How do you know, you won’t beco my beloved once you grow up?”
Such flirtatious and frivolous words were often spoken by the Female Demon Lord, but Baili An could see the suppressed fury, coldness, darkness, and bloodthirsty madness beneath her shallow and languid smile.
Now she was sleeping beside him, after several provocations and teasing, seeing his persistently lifeless and weary appearance, she lost patience.
Her fingers heavily pinched and rubbed against the liquor-stained cheek, looking at Baili An coldly: “Do you have no interest in ?”
That day in the bath, Ning Feiyan rely teased him slightly, and he couldn’t extricate himself.
Today, despite her careful service, he wouldn’t even glance at her.
The silk rope, who knows what magic artifact it was made from, suppressed Baili An’s corpse demon physique dead firmly.
Unable to struggle from side to side, he angrily said: “Even if you use such ans to cover with marks, I could never like you!
Soone as selfish, domineering, insidious, and treacherous as you, I could never like you in this life! Nor could I have the slightest connection with you! If I ever break free soday, even if I have to use a blade against the skin, I will wash away these marks!”
Ning Feiyan, having known him for only a few months, left a tiny mark on him, and he treated it like a treasure, refusing to erase a trace.
She gave him a body full of marks, yet he would rather have the blade sweep through him to cut off all ties with her.
Nothing was more hurtful to her than this, like a red-hot blade piercing the heart, spilling blood incessantly.
“Fine! Fine! Very good indeed!” The Female Demon Lord’s eyes filled with hostility, the red in her eyes growing even more intense.
Only he among all was able to please her.
At the sa ti, the only one who could so easily touch the wound on her Reverse Scale was him!
Yet, the surge of anger did not erupt just then; instead, the next mont, she strangely cald her emotions.
Arao leaned lazily against the railing, gracefully holding the jade smoke pipe, and leisurely took a deep inhale of Dream Smoke. The white jade at the smoking end gradually burned into a spark of orange-red with her inhaling actions.
Even in such an eerie atmosphere, the faint smoke she exhaled blurred the vision but fittingly made her seem like a charming lady from an ancient scroll painting, the allure flowing out of her unconditionally captivating and inviting indulgence.
She said, “You’re willing to abandon such a good exterior. If you wish to cleanse it, I won’t stop you, but…”
Her slender fingers flicked gently on his head, revealing a strange smile, “So things can imprint on one’s marrow; even scraping the bone won’t remove them easily. I’m quite looking forward to seeing Ning Feiyan’s expression when I leave a mark on you.”
Arao’s gaze was like a block of ice, directly penetrating into Baili An’s entire being. As his eyes t hers, he suddenly felt a jolt of fear without warning.
It was as though instinctively sensing danger, a tingling chill quickly crept up his nape: “You…”
Before he could deduce anything from the Demon Lord’s gaze, Arao leaned in, exhaling a clean wisp of smoke that landed on his earlobe: “This is not as superficial as ink marks.”
The Dream Smoke in her hand dropped straight down, firmly pressing the red-hot jade end of the lit pipe against Baili An’s waist.
The temperature of the pipe wasn’t high enough to truly harm his body,.
But the scent within Dream Smoke was far from ordinary; even just brushing against the skin would leave a mark that penetrated through flesh and bone.
A piercing pain attacked his soul, so extre that Baili An’s normally tough nature failed to suppress a cry, his bones twitching in agony.
He hoarsely cried out “Ah!” and his half-side face turned bluish pale, his trembling lips parted, and he fiercely bit down on Arao’s offered neck.
Scalding fresh blood stread down her snowy white neck, like a vividly blooming red plum, dripping onto his shoulder.
Arao didn’t dodge or avoid, letting him bite fiercely.
She raised her hand slightly, and the crimson overlaying every contour, on the skin stamp, showed a tiny red character.
“Rao,” born from the demon, cannot be washed away with water.
The burning pain beneath him, Baili An gasped for breath, slowly unclenching his teeth. His face was pallid, he clenched his fists, gritting his teeth: “Why must you humiliate like this? If you’re displeased, kill with a blade.”
Arao touched the bloodstains on her neck, a smile on her face that sent a chill through him: “Looks rather striking.”
Baili An spat with hatred: “You’re a pervert!”
Arao looked at him with a semblance of a smile and said, “Just now, treating you gently, you had no reaction; but now, torturing and hurting you, there’s more liveliness, this innate masochistic nature, who knows who is more perverted.”
Baili An angrily said, “Don’t deceive ! Don’t think I don’t know that your Dream Smoke has hallucinatory effects, being the Demon World’s number one skin-penetrating emotional aphrodisiac!”
“Is it so?” The Female Demon Lord smiled coldly and indifferently, the smoke pipe in her hand dangling at his waist.
The Dream Smoke hovered like mist or steam, floating languidly over the wound on his waist, making the patterns even more distinct.
She was clearly committing an extrely cruel and ruthless act but perversely, her ambiguous gestures and striking appearance further made her seem like a banshee filled with demon energy within a desolate temple at night.
Leisurely carrying an elusive teasing flavor, if it were anyone else, they would have already found it overwhelming.
At this mont, Baili An was so pained that he couldn’t locate the North, nor could he fully comprehend what she was saying.
In the instant of being devoured by the sensation of pain, his mind buzzed loudly, as though a string connecting him to conscious awareness was severed.
His eyes gradually lost their original hue, replaced by an ominous crimson fla, as though sothing other than the corpse demon lingered within his body.
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