CHAPTER 768: THE CREATOR! LIBRARY OF THE HEAVENS! (1)

"Look very happy, huh? Something good happen?"

Xue Hanqin yawned as she walked in, nudging him lazily with her shoulder. The casual motion made the fabric of her dark blue blouse shift, flashing just a hint of her white cleavage, soft skin that made it obvious she didn’t bother with a bra under silk.

Wang Xiao ignored her movements, it was nothing but bait. A faint curl tugged at his lips. ’Happy? No. Distracted? Maybe... I’ve found a way to deal with the Enforcer. But what happens if I kill it... and absorb it?’"

Her steps froze mid-stride.

"...What?" For the reincarnation of a Great Lord, her composure cracked fast. Her sapphire eyes widened, then hardened, but not before the tip of her tongue darted out to wet her lips, betraying a flicker of nerves.

"You’re not joking?"

"Why the hell would I joke?" he said flatly. "I’m not like you, pretending. Playing house in this city, sipping wine like some mortal widow. Don’t tell me you enjoy hiding in silk skirts when you could be tearing universes open with your nails."

She swallowed, chest rising and falling. "...And if I did? If I unsealed myself, you’d be ash before you even had the chance to blink."

He grinned. "Then why don’t you? Why keep living like this? Unless..." His gaze drifted slowly down her eyes, "...you actually enjoy being a woman here. Don’t throw that ’executioner’ excuse at me, if unleashing your true form really shattered the universe, the balance would already be gone. There’s no need for an executioner to chase you over a universe that never even existed in the first place... You’d still be able to return safely."

In truth, Wang Xiao had reasoned this out himself. If nothing else worked, he could simply abandon this universe. Escaping death was never the real problem, it was easy. The thought struck him: why hadn’t he considered it before? Perhaps because leaving felt less like survival and more like being driven out of his own home.

Her face darkened, but she didn’t step back. "Because if I unleash everything, I can’t go back without alerting mine-..."

"...What?" He raised a brow, feigning innocence.

"Nothing," she muttered, shaking her head. Her lips twitched upward, "Forget it. Did you really call me all the way here just to tease me with philosophy? You could’ve shoved this in my face over the phone."

His smile widened. "Shoved this?" He cupped his bulge through his pants with a mocking squeeze. "That’s one thing I can’t do over the phone."

Her eyes flicked down for the briefest second before she caught herself, lips tightening. "...You."

"So," he pressed, "you don’t know? What happens if I absorb an Enforcer?"

"I don’t." She exhaled through her nose, "Maybe you kill it and break free, maybe you die. Maybe something worse. The Enforcers aren’t toys, you’re gambling with existence itself."

His sighed, "Existence is boring anyway. Maybe I’d rather gamble. By the way... you know of some hand...?"

"Hand?" She blinked, tilting her head, genuinely confused, until he snapped his fingers and projected the memory like a hologram in the air.

The scene played out: the Hand reaching, the chaos, the impossible strike that even he had barely survived.

The more Xue Hanqin watched the projection, the more her expression drained of color. Her sapphire eyes widened, lips parting in disbelief. "...You... you actually saw him?"

Wang Xiao raised a brow, "Why do you look like you just spotted your ex-husband sneaking out of a brothel?"

"..." She rolled her eyes, but her grip shot out fast, catching his wrist like a steel trap. Without another word, she yanked him inside the villa, her long black hair whipping behind her.

"The hell?" he muttered, surprised at her urgency.

The door slammed. "Seal the room. No one must hear," she demanded, breath heavy.

He chuckled but flicked his fingers, locking the room down with a barrier.

No sound, no escape, just the two of them.

Rustle~

Then silky cloth rustled.

His eyes narrowed as Xue Hanqin’s hands moved to her blouse, fingers pausing for a heartbeat too long before tugging. The fabric slid from her shoulders, spilling down like water. Her pale breasts bounced free, firm and full, the nipples already tightening in the cool air.

Wang Xiao blinked, lips twitching. "...What exactly are you doing?"

His gaze dragged down her body, those perfect curves hidden under her silk, now laid bare.

A narrow waist, wide hips, thighs smooth and begging to be gripped. She was a more darker version of Seraphina, and twice as dangerous.

A rare hunger flickered in Wang Xiao’s eyes before he quickly masked it.

"Take off your clothes."

Xue Hanqin’s cheeks tinged red, her sapphire eyes avoiding his, voice stern even as her thighs pressed together unconsciously.

In this life, she had once been married, but it was nothing more than a contract. A few years later, her husband died in an "accident" of her own making. Since then, she had been a widow in name.

Men in this world didn’t interest her. Betrayed in her last life by a man closest to her, she had long since killed any soft feelings.

But now, there was something far more important than modesty.

Wang Xiao arched a brow, cautious, not used to being dragged around like prey. "So what, you bring me in here just to jump on my dick? Should I be flattered, or call this sexual harassment?"

Before he could even smirk, her fingers were already at his chest.

Rip! Buttons scattered across the floor. She tore his shirt apart like paper, baring his chest. Her soft breasts pressed against him, reddish nipples already hard, scraping his skin like fire.

"Damn you..." Wang Xiao muttered under his breath as she sank lower, fingers clawing at his waistband. Kneeling between his legs, she was a sight both obscene and mesmerizing, one of the strongest beings in existence, brought to this posture.

Even he felt himself harden at the scene.

His pants slid down, and his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, smacking against his lower abdomen. Her eyes widened for the briefest heartbeat, breath catching, before hardening again with a strange resolve.

She stripped herself quickly, skirt yanked off, silk panties tossed aside, discarded. Naked, her hourglass body glistened faintly with sweat, breasts heaving, ivory pussy lips slick and slightly parted showing the faint glimpse of hidden pink skin inside.

She exhaled in relief, as if getting rid of clothes meant getting rid of hesitation.

Wang Xiao, meanwhile, leaned lazily against the wall, staring up at the ceiling like he had better things to do.

Then, almost instantly, his hand shot down, grabbed her hair, and shoved her head toward his crotch.

"What?! Mphh!?"