Chapter 835: Chapter 655: Poor Little Thing_2

The Ghost Grass was already in hand, and her clay wine was almost finished. Yin Baishuang deeply missed the sunsets of Beiliao Town and really didn’t want to linger in this wretched place any longer.

The little corpse demon had been poisoned with Peacock Feather, and his eyesight seemed to be failing. The matter of finding the Gate was not something he could be relied upon for.

Despite encountering Su Jing’s ever-unlucky, dead-looking face every day at the Netherworld Palace while searching the scrolls for the Gate, she had to endure it to some extent.

Baili An could bear it no longer. Without thinking, he threw a cup of hot tea and quickly reached out with one hand.

Ning Feiyan had long been aware, and her soft jade-like foot slipped away like a fish.

Baili An lunged into emptiness, thinking she had finally settled down. His chest was still heaving with excitement, not yet calmed down, as the sound of chains clinking rang clearly from beneath the water.

Soon after, a pair of warm, soft palms rested on his shoulders, the fair and beautiful fingertips casting a hint of pink, ambiguous desire against the boy’s pale skin.

Ning Feiyan straightened up from the water, the snowy jade trembled as it emerged from the surface, her fine, smooth skin clinging with a few strands of wet, soft herbal residue. The stark black-and-white contrast highlighted her skin’s snow-white jade quality even more.

Her supple body floated and sank in the water, her long, black, and soft hair lazily spread over her shoulders, trailing past her waist. The hair strands immersed in water, spreading out like seaweed, carried a woman’s mature allure.

Soft, dark hair wrapped around her slender waist and hips, exuding a deep serenity.

She pressed tightly close, her knees slightly apart, kneeling between Baili An’s thighs, the curve of her body exquisite, half-seen and half-hidden in the water.

Her hands naturally hooked around Baili An’s neck, under the pretty lashes were eyes shimmering with the water’s ripple, the warm fragrant breath from between her lips directly steaming between Baili An’s brows:

“Master~ The bath is cold, and you threw away my hot tea. I’m terribly cold, you must warm me up good.”

The hand entwined around his neck was just about to rise and pinch his earlobe when a hand suddenly gripped her wrist tightly, the force so great it nearly crushed her bones.

Ning Feiyan winced in pain, raising her misty eyes filled with tenderness, looking pitifully at the Female Demon Lord’s face, cold as jade: “Your Majesty…”

The Female Demon Lord’s expression darkened terrifyingly, her eyes seemed to have a swirling torrent, and she spoke with a chilling tone:

“River Lord Ning must have soaked until muddled, this bath may be cold, but a corpse demon’s body can’t bring warmth. Clinging like this, you won’t warm up, only misleading yourself and others. Unaware of your mortal danger!”

Baili An heard the sound of her bones breaking and hastily turned to focus his gaze on the Female Demon Lord’s forceful hand, saying, “It’s merely a small commotion, Your Majesty needn’t wet your hands.”

The Female Demon Lord glanced at him lightly, noticing the worry on his face he couldn’t hide, a faint pain pricked her heart.

She snorted coldly, tossing Ning Feiyan’s hand aside, and said: “I have been lenient, allowing Su Jing and Yin Baishuang to read ancient secrets, yet they haven’t found the Gate. Our bet still stands, until then, you belong to me!”

This clearly was a declaration of sovereignty, but to a man, it wasn’t pleasing.

Clueless Ning Feiyan seized the moment and laughed softly: “Your Majesty is absolutely right, but since you have granted me to the master, I am now master’s. Is that correct?”

One declares ownership, the other willingly offers all. Even though Baili An isn’t an ordinary person, it’s obvious which words are more pleasing.

The corner of the Female Demon Lord’s eye darkened, murder intent emerged.

Ning Feiyan seemed oblivious to her murderous gaze, her reddened hand stroked Baili An’s temple, lifting a lock of his wet hair to twirl around her finger, she calmly said:

“Though Your Majesty spoke well, one point is not entirely accurate, my master, though a corpse demon, is not something the common world can compare with. Even though this body seems lifeless, it is not wholly cold.”

Her eye corner curved with a seductive allure, rising with a hidden challenge:

“Master’s warmth, Your Majesty doesn’t know, but I am very clear.”

“You’re courting death!” Ning Feiyan’s words were like a malicious ailment, easily tainting the Female Demon Lord’s eyes.

Under this oppressive killing intent, Baili An felt chills throughout his body.

Although Ning Feiyan quickly withdrew her challenging gaze, she wasn’t the least afraid under the Demon Lord’s terrifying killing intent, kneeling at the bottom of the tub, she exerted a little force with her knees to support herself up.

Her lips curled into a seductive smile, and then her body relaxed, sinking into the water of the medicinal bath.

Baili An never expected her to be so daringly bold, and for a moment, his entire body shook, his muscles trembling, and the blood rushed to his head, reddening his handsome face.

He hurriedly reached out to support her waist, but the skin softened by the water was slippery and he struggled to hold her.

Ning Feiyan’s lips curved into a hateful smirk, her hands triumphantly pinching his flushed earlobes.

Finally, Baili An couldn’t hold back and drew in a cold breath.

Ning Feiyan’s originally pale and elegant face revealed all her allure, her snow-white skin flushed, making her dark eyes appear strikingly beautiful.

She rested her head in the crook of Baili An’s shoulder, biting her lip and shivering, even the fingertips touching his chest were flushed.

From a hidden angle, her dazed gaze flashed with a hint of embarrassed confusion.

Clearly, her heart at the moment was far from the composed and perfect facade she was displaying.

Seeing the two so intimately entwined, how could the Female Demon Lord not guess their intentions?

She was so furious, trembling all over, unable to believe Ning Feiyan dared to touch her people right under her nose.

Her wide eyes brewed with boiling Blood Energy, glowing red, wishing someone would give her a sword to chop that wretched being!

The Female Demon Lord, like a headless fly, recklessly bumped around the palace, snatching a treasured sword from a stand.

With a clang and reddened eyes, she drew the sword, discarding the sheath, breathing heavily, charging like a lunatic with her crown falling to the ground, hair scattered wildly over her shoulders.

She was truly driven insane, losing her mind, forgetting that as the Demon Lord, she never needed a sword to kill.

The Female Demon Lord now only wished to drag that vile woman from the water and chop her to feed the dogs!

Before the sword fell, Ning Feiyan, resting on Baili An’s shoulder, gathered her strength.

She raised her enchanting eyes, speaking leisurely: “The Blood Nourishment Detoxification Method lasts for seven days. If interrupted, it will erupt in obstruction. If the Peacock Feather poison, originally detoxified, isn’t fully dispelled, the backlash will return to us both instantly, possibly taking our lives. You should think carefully before using your sword, Your Majesty.”

Ning Feiyan held her trump card tightly, knowing Baili An’s importance to the Female Demon Lord, even if she harbored murderous intent, it certainly wouldn’t be a wise time to act.

Three days ago, relying on her noble status, she was shackled, had her clothes removed, blood drawn for medicine, all sorts of humiliations without a trace of choice or negotiation.

Preparations of countless cold medicinal materials for the bath were made with no intention of her surviving to escape.

When had Ning Feiyan ever resigned herself to be a sitting duck?

Even as Demon Lord, it wouldn’t be easy to counter her decision; nonetheless, Ning Feiyan was ‘kind and gentle.’

She treated the former River Lord thus, treated Young Lord Mi Lu thus, now treating the Demon Lord thus…

Since it is the Demon Lord’s wish, she didn’t dare refuse, readily settling in the bath, like a nail driven into the Female Demon Lord’s heart.

If His Majesty wants to regret now and wishes her to come down, it won’t be an easy discussion.

Baili An is the root of the Female Demon Lord’s life, now securely in Ning Feiyan’s hand, unable to indulge in madness or wildness.

The Female Demon Lord’s eyes reddened, such a proud person, standing there with the sword half-raised, unable to swing it down.

Her eyes welled with tears, like a bullied child, standing helplessly.

Yin Baishuang, who couldn’t hear, curiously raised his gaze, watching the once calm and composed Demon Lord, suddenly storming around like madness seeking a sword.

One moment filled with murderous intent, the next eyes reddening, seeming just shy of tears, a sight of innocent misery.