In the arena, Li Zheng retracted the Demon Thunder Wings behind him, landing vertically, raising clouds of dust.
Mudala flew back, landing and taking three steps to stabilize herself, her palm brushing over the spot on her chest where Li Zheng's punch had landed, her expression indifferent.
"Were you holding back?" Li Zheng's face was gloomy, as the opponent suddenly stopped at the last mont, nearly making him unable to hold back, almost injuring her.
Mudala turned and said, "The point of the contest isn't to determine life or death, so there's no need to go all out. You won, wait here, I'll go pack my things and leave with you."
After speaking, she walked into the cabin to pack her things.
Mirel approached, linking her arm with Li Zheng's, and said softly, "She has been lonely here for over thirty years. If not for her ancestral teachings, she might have left long ago. This ti, deliberately losing to you was just going with the flow."
"I know." Li Zheng's face remained as gloomy as water, "But she spoke so nobly before. I respected her, which is why I went all out, but she nearly put in a disgraceful position!"
The agreent was for both parties to go all out without reservation, yet Mudala's sudden stop at the end made Li Zheng feel like he'd been played, leaving him very displeased.
"Alright, don't be angry, isn't it all fine now?" Mirel said, feigning jealousy, "You've got another wife now. You must be tired of looking at every day, right? Just in ti for a change."
"Huh?" Li Zheng indeed took the bait, hurriedly explaining: "You know my thoughts, I'm just fulfilling the agreent with their predecessors, I don't really want them as my wives, don't overthink it..."
"Hehe." Mirel giggled, "Look at you getting all nervous."
She leaned in close to Li Zheng's ear, lowering her voice: "How about tonight, Mudala and I together..."
"No way!" Li Zheng imdiately refused: "We just t, how can we do such things to her? How disgraceful!"
Mirel suddenly placed her palm on Li Zheng's chest, sensing sothing, she smiled mischievously: "Your heart's beating so fast, is it excitent or guilt?"
"It's guilt... No, what am I guilty about?" Li Zheng instinctively wanted to argue, then instantly realized both words were traps, rolling his eyes.
"Haha, almost let your true feelings slip, huh?" Mirel smiled cunningly like a little fox, "If you don't have such thoughts, why feel guilty?"
"I!" Li Zheng's eyes were flustered, turning in another direction: "I've never had such disgraceful thoughts!"
That's just pure self-deception.
Which man hasn't fantasized about flying with multiple wings?
It's just that admitting it would make him seem morally low.
"Even if you do, it's okay." Mirel whispered in his ear with a mischievous smile: "If you like, I could even persuade Mudala to perform a show for you."
"Wh-what kind of show?" Li Zheng swallowed hard.
Mirel whispered a few words in his ear, causing Li Zheng's face to turn beet red: "Nonsense! How can two won perform such a show?"
In the next second, he quietly asked: "Really possible?"
"Why not? Don't you n all like watching things like this?" Mirel said, "When I was learning Chinese, I learned about things like drunken revelries, being surrounded by beauties, and... undressing with the general, making the king reluctant to attend court."
"..." Li Zheng was silent for two seconds, then said: "How did you manage to make a dance performance sound so scandalous? It's so easy to misunderstand!"
Mirel turned her head, and Mudala had already co out of the cabin, having packed her things, carrying a small bundle on her back, with seemingly not many items.
Mudala, being a descendant of the Destruction Race, was born in the wilderness, and naturally didn't have corresponding storage tools.
Li Zheng took out the Inscription Card to contact the Terminal, asking it to send over a Teleportation Disc.
The Terminal quickly replied: "You went to the wilderness?"
"You just found out?" Li Zheng was surprised.
Terminal: "I have limited control over the wilderness area, didn't notice you went there. You're asking for a Teleportation Disc? Going to fulfill the agreent with the Destruction Race?"
Li Zheng: "Yes, I've already reached an agreent with the last Saintess of the Destruction Race, I'll take her to the Outer City, and the agreent will be completed."
Terminal: "Heh, the agreent the Destruction Race made is different from the other races, there's no shortcut; you must establish a marital relationship with the Destruction Saintess before I can let her into the Outer City."
Li Zheng was taken aback: "What do you an? It's just one person, the difficulty is even lower than the Three Races, how co there's no shortcut?"
Terminal: "Didn't she tell you? Then you need to figure it out yourself, then contact ."
Afterwards, the Terminal stopped responding, and Li Zheng put away the Inscription Card with a serious expression, ordering the Prelis' Eye in his mind: "Old Prel, help investigate Mudala's background!"
[No problem.]
Old Prel has beco increasingly lazy, sotis not even giving a single word of advice unless Li Zheng specifically requests it.
[Mudala: The last pure-blooded Saintess of the Destruction Race, destined since birth. From the ti she was aware, she received an education that directly opposed the Destruction Race's ideologies, making her a complete anomaly within the Destruction Race.
Not only lacking the Destruction Race's inherent traits of ferocity and destruction, but she also advocates for peace and... she's very skilled in bedroom arts, possessing over a hundred skills to please the opposite sex.
She loves gardening, but more so enjoys controlling plants' growth according to her will, often inserting herself into those plants, believing her life is like theirs, manipulated by others.
Combat rating: Interdiate beginner level.
Spiritual Power assessnt: Near purple level, Magic Crystal full.
Key Note: She possesses extrely rich Blood Qi within, no less than the three elders of the Black Dragon race!]
"...Damn!" Li Zheng cursed inwardly as he read the last line: "No wonder the difficulty for her to enter the Outer City is higher than others, that's why!"
The Destruction Race's thod is a complete provocation to the Terminal's bottom line!
The Outer City doesn't allow those with ntal chaos to enter, nor those who are Bloody.
They've cultivated a seemingly kind descendant who bears all the Bloody Qi of the entire clan, trying to find a way for her to enter the Outer City and gain legitimate resident status recognized by the Terminal.
"The Terminal isn't a good thing either!" Li Zheng was so angry he clenched his teeth: "It and I are one, it must guess my thoughts, knowing I wouldn't easily accept a stranger."
So the Terminal kicked the ball back to him, letting him decide whether to continue fulfilling the agreent with the Destruction Race.
Fulfill it?
That would violate his principles.
Not fulfill it?
This in itself is a violation of his own principles!
Li Zheng found himself in a dilemma.
User Comments
0 comments from readers