Chapter 1279: Chapter 1277: Torment

Qingluan snorted and said, “You’re right, I’m subject to some restrictions and can’t kill you here, but do you think that makes you safe?”

“What else can you do?” Song Xiaodong looked up at Qingluan with a playful smile, then grinned and said, “Haven’t seen you for a few days, seems like your chest got bigger. Looks like I deserve some credit for that.”

“Damn you!” Qingluan’s face darkened, and without warning, she kicked towards Song Xiaodong.

Although Song Xiaodong appeared unconcerned on the surface, he was actually on guard. As soon as her leg moved, he crossed his arms in front of his chest to block Qingluan’s kick.

Qingluan’s foot struck his hands, and a strong force was transmitted instantly. Even though Song Xiaodong’s True Qi spun to neutralize her Vigor, he still couldn’t withstand it and involuntarily flipped backward twice, landing on the ground awkwardly.

Song Xiaodong felt a pain in his chest, this kick made him feel as if his insides were rattled, and he knew Qingluan hadn’t used her full strength.

“Heh heh, not bad at all!” Song Xiaodong’s face didn’t show any sign of pain. Instead, he raised his hand to his nose and sniffed, saying, “Smells nice!”

“Shameless!” Qingluan’s expression changed again. The last time when Song Xiaodong touched her foot, the sensation often echoed in her mind, a source of constant embarrassment.

Now, Song Xiaodong brought it up again, making her more ashamed and annoyed. She stepped forward, intending to kick Song Xiaodong, but worried he might touch her foot again, she bent down and aimed a palm strike at his head instead.

Song Xiaodong raised both hands, tossing a cloud of grass clippings toward Qingluan.

Qingluan had suffered from Song Xiaodong’s random Hidden Weapons before, so she was especially cautious, immediately dodging aside.

At this moment, Song Xiaodong sprung up from the ground, shouting loudly, and punched towards Qingluan.

Since he knew Qingluan wouldn’t kill him, he couldn’t be too cowardly. Having such a master feed him moves was something he couldn’t have wished more.

“Audacious!” Seeing Song Xiaodong dared to attack, Qingluan was even more infuriated, her palms turning into a flurry as she met his attack.

Although Song Xiaodong took her by surprise, the gap in their abilities was too vast. He barely managed one move before Qingluan counterattacked on the second, and by the third, he could no longer keep up and was struck in the chest, sent flying backward.

“Cough, cough…” Song Xiaodong fell to the ground, coughing violently twice, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and said, “Got guts.”

“Hmph! You bastard, making me suffer every night, you think I’ll let you off easy?” Qingluan snorted coldly, coming directly in front of Song Xiaodong, her fingers dancing as she tapped several points on Song Xiaodong’s body.

“Now taste what it’s like to be restrained?” Qingluan said, moving to the side, watching Song Xiaodong quietly.

Song Xiaodong immediately felt his True Qi unable to circulate, while several flows of True Qi wandered through his meridians, leaving a burning sensation wherever they traveled.

The sensation of pain was truly unbearable, as Song Xiaodong clenched his fists to brace against it, meanwhile exercising his Perception Ability, dedicating half his attention to restoring his True Qi.

Seeing Song Xiaodong’s pained expression, Qingluan couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, yet just as this pleasure arose, an indescribable pain emerged within her body as Song Xiaodong’s Restriction began to act up again.

She immediately sat down cross-legged, using her True Qi to resist Song Xiaodong’s Restriction, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t expel it, only bear it silently.

After a while, Qingluan softly groaned, barely able to suppress the urge to moan from the pain. However, noticing Song Xiaodong making no sound, she felt that if she voiced a complaint, it would be too much of a defeat, so she bore it in silence.

The two endured like this, persisting for over an hour until they both collapsed on the ground as if completely drained.

“So refreshing!” Song Xiaodong exhaled a long breath, then uttered just two words from his mouth.

“Scoundrel.” Qingluan snorted coldly, too lazy to move.

Song Xiaodong yawned, saying, “After a massage, I need a good sleep.” Then he turned over, found a comfortable position, and actually intended to sleep.

Since Qingluan didn’t want to kill him, he had nothing to fear, and most importantly, he couldn’t resist even if he wished to. There was no opportunity here for him to escape.

Furthermore, this was Minghe, and since Qingluan sought him out, if he ran, this woman would surely come after him, potentially turning her wrath onto the women around him, which would be disastrous. That’s why when Qingluan told him to follow, he did so without hesitation.

Qingluan frowned, believing Song Xiaodong must have suffered significantly earlier, yet he behaved so insensitively, leaving her a bit frustrated.

Still, she didn’t bother with Song Xiaodong, slowly regulated her breath to dispel the discomfort within her body.

The night passed quietly, and Song Xiaodong had a restful sleep. But the next morning, while he was still enjoying his slumber, he was kicked in the waist with such force that he slid over two meters on the grass.