NOVEL NEXT Chapter 610: The Scent of Fear
Xuan Ling's heart brimmed with the pleasure of revenge; she had waited far too long for this day.
"Don't act recklessly? Heh."
Xuan Ling's tone was mocking: "I said the same to you back then. How did you respond to me?"
Her hand released Fang Zhou's face, trailing down his neck, caressing his firm chest.
Fang Zhou frowned slightly, speaking with difficulty: "What... have you done... to me... why can't I move..."
He was very curious about what kind of poison Xuan Ling had used on him; with his physical strength, the effect still lasted almost ten seconds.
If this were a rapidly changing battle, ten seconds would be enough for too many things to happen.
"I know you're curious... heh heh, but I'm just not going to tell you."
Xuan Ling smiled like a little demon; she wasn't that foolish to tell him where the poison came from. What if he managed to find an antidote?
Xuan Ling positioned Fang Zhou's body and took an Image Keeping Stone from her bosom, placing it on the table aimed at the bed.
Then she leapt up and sat on Fang Zhou.
Fang Zhou was taken aback: "What... what are you going to do?"
Xuan Ling leaned down, her face wearing a very cruel expression: "Do you know how much the things you did to me back then hurt me?"
He didn't know... Fang Zhou wanted to answer like this; wasn't it just writing a few words on your backside? You're not streaking every day; no one will see it.
Noticing the disdain in Fang Zhou's eyes, Xuan Ling was utterly enraged.
She shouted slightly out of control: "Do you really think I'm afraid to do anything to you?"
As she spoke, Xuan Ling grabbed Fang Zhou's collar with both hands, sneering: "You're in love with Yu Qing, right? If she saw footage of you being overpowered by me, what would she think?"
"Ah? This?"
Fang Zhou was dumbfounded.
He thought Xuan Ling's revenge would be nothing more than writing on him, not expecting her to forcefully possess him and even record it to show Yu Qing.
If she succeeded, wouldn't that be putting another cap on Yu Qing's head?
Come on, at this rate, her cap would break through the sky, just thinking about it was exciting, oh no, infuriating.
In his shock, Fang Zhou subconsciously opened his mouth: "You're crazy... mm..."
Before he finished speaking, Xuan Ling buried her head down and bit his lips.
A kiss, clumsy yet full of domination.
Fang Zhou sighed inwardly; this was the second time today he had been forcefully kissed.
Xuan Ling was deeply engrossed, while Beichen stood by the bed; several times he raised his hand, hesitating to strike.
Once it ended, Xuan Ling finally straightened up, licking her lips with a lingering hunger, her cheeks flushed, her eyes burning as she stared at Fang Zhou.
Fang Zhou could only feign a look of humiliation, tears of shame trickling down: "Is it enough?"
"Far from it!"
Xuan Ling pressed her hands onto Fang Zhou's bare chest, speaking in an extremely excited tone: "If you spend a night with me, all our grudges will be written off, and I won't show the Image Keeping Stone to Yu Qing. How about this offer?"
Her voice was urgent, her breath fiery, just like a lust-driven pervert.
Get lost! Do you take me for a casual guy?
Fang Zhou wanted to lash out at Xuan Ling, but she was so... oh no, but her offer was quite tempting.
If they really went at it, Fang Zhou wouldn't be at a loss, and they could settle the past grudges once and for all, gaining another friend with benefits. It was a win-win.
But being forced like this was a test of Fang Zhou's masculine dignity, and furthermore, he didn't trust that Xuan Ling would let it go so easily.
If Xuan Ling did succeed, she would probably run excitedly the next morning with the Image Keeping Stone to taunt Yu Qing, putting a "green cap" on her herself.
As Fang Zhou hesitated, Xuan Ling couldn't hold back anymore.
With the long-desired allure in front, she had lost control of her reason and started to strip Fang Zhou.
Fang Zhou couldn't pretend anymore; going at it once wasn't a big deal, but Xuan Ling was too troublesome and loved courting disaster.
Fang Zhou was already troubled enough dealing with relationship issues, and adding an Xuan Ling who loved causing drama would be dancing on a grave post, for sure.
Xuan Ling was pulling Fang Zhou's clothes when suddenly her hands were grasped by him.
She widened her eyes in shock, her mouth opening instinctively, and the Spirit Sword, acting as a belt, followed her lead, stabbing Fang Zhou's arm.
Fang Zhou grabbed Xuan Ling's Spirit Sword with his other hand, as Beichen, waiting for the moment, swung his arm suddenly, striking Xuan Ling unconscious with a smack.
Too weak; before, Xuan Ling could make Fang Zhou apprehensive, and it would take some effort to deal with her.
Now, he could settle it with a flick of a finger; the gap between them had become an unreachable chasm.
Even this mysterious colorless, tasteless poison was dissolved by Fang Zhou's terrifying constitution.
After tossing the unconscious Xuan Ling into the gourd, Fang Zhou followed inside.
There were still quite a few people inside the gourd, so Fang Zhou had to find a secluded spot to wake Xuan Ling.
When Xuan Ling awoke and saw the surroundings, she immediately showed a panicked look; she was too familiar with this place even though she had only visited once, it was unforgettable, always appearing in her nightmares.
In this place, Fang Zhou wrote on her backside, leaving an indelible mark of humiliation and pain.
Returning here again, what kind of torment would she face?
Fang Zhou unceremoniously pulled off Xuan Ling's skirt right away, checking the markings on her behind.
Seeing them faded, Fang Zhou refreshed them, unless Xuan Ling could cultivate to the Golden Core Realm, she couldn't remove them.
Xuan Ling struggled in vain, showing an extremely furious expression, shouting at Fang Zhou: "I and you..."
Before she finished, Fang Zhou pinched her mouth: "Not finished with me, huh? You always do this; can't you come up with something new?"
Xuan Ling glared at Fang Zhou with angry eyes.
Fang Zhou suddenly leaned close, whispering: "Instead of being angry, you should think about how I'll punish you later. Plain spanking doesn't work anymore, but I have a better idea you'll look forward to."
After speaking, he even licked her face with his tongue: "Hehe, it smells like fear."
Xuan Ling looked at him in horror, stammering: "You, you don't act crazy."
"Don't act crazy? Heh."
Fang Zhou mimicked Xuan Ling's previous mocking tone: "I said the same to you just now. How did you respond?"
He released Xuan Ling's hand, moving down her neck.
Xuan Ling screamed immediately.