Chapter 233 The Blind Martial Uncle was Made to Cry by His Black-Hearted Nephew (11)

In his sleep, Yu Sheng suddenly felt a weight on his side. At first, he thought it was 888 sleeping in his bed, so he kicked it.

His original idea was to kick "888" off the bed, but he ended up kicking an unidentified object instead.

The Demon Lord Feng Ciye, who sneaked into Yu Sheng's room in the middle of the night, was caught off guard and kicked in the nose by Yu Sheng. Just as he was about to kick her a second time, he couldn't bear it any longer and grabbed Yu Sheng's slender ankle.

Yu Sheng, who was half-asleep and realized something was wrong, suddenly woke up with a start. Just as she was about to ask a question, her neck was grabbed.

A familiar aura wafted over, and in that instant, Yu Sheng knew that the person who had come was Feng Ciye.

To be more precise, it was Feng Ciye disguised as the Demon Lord.

Now, the two of them are in a very awkward position.

Feng Ciye had one hand around Yu Sheng's neck and the other hand gripping her ankle. Yu Sheng's foot was pressed against Feng Ciye's chest. If there were a third person present, they would definitely misunderstand the relationship between the two.

Feng Ciye saw Yu Sheng breathing frantically before he finally released him.

After being rescued, Yu Sheng cautiously shrank back to the inside of the bed. "Who!"

"Long time no see, Immortal Venerable Yaoyue~"

Yu Sheng suddenly paused, her voice tinged with panic, "Demon, what are you doing here again?!"

He couldn't figure out Feng Ciye's thoughts, but he had to be wary of him.

"Oh, it seems that Immortal Venerable Yaoyue is so ruthless~" Feng Ciye slowly approached Yu Sheng, picked up a strand of hair hanging down in front of him, and played with it in his hand.

Yu Sheng was so angry he wanted nothing more than to get rid of him, but he also knew in his heart that he couldn't do anything to the person in front of him right now. If he was careless and angered him, he might even be...

Feng Ciye was very satisfied with Yu Sheng's pragmatism.

"How come Immortal Venerable Yaoyue still treats me like this after we were intimate last time?"

It's unclear which two words touched a nerve with Yu Sheng, but after he said those words, Yu Sheng covered his mouth and gagged.

Upon returning to their mental sea and witnessing this scene, 888 became screaming chickens.

Yu Sheng, you're really something else!

Are you really not afraid that Feng Ciye will execute you on the spot?

Wait...?! Execute him on the spot?! Isn't that exactly what Yu Sheng wanted?!

888's understanding of Yu Sheng became clearer.

How shameless!

Feng Ciye was provoked by Yu Sheng's actions. He grabbed Yu Sheng's arm, who had turned her head to the side, and asked indignantly, "What, do you find me that disgusting?"

Yu Sheng pushed him away with difficulty, her eyes slightly red, glaring at him angrily, "Get out—don't touch me!"

Feng Ciye clenched his fists tightly, looking quite angry.

"You find my touch so disgusting, don't you?"

Yu Sheng stared straight at him, her face full of disgust. Her words were enough to enrage Feng Ciye: "Yes! You devil, you are disgusting from head to toe. Don't look at me with those disgusting eyes!"

As Feng Ciye watched Yu Sheng gradually merge with the image from his dream that day, a thought suddenly arose in his mind.

Doesn't he hate your gaze and hate you as a person?

Then let him be covered in your scent, let him break down, let him want to escape but have nowhere to run...

Feng Ciye's eyes gradually became deep and unfathomable. Looking at the stubborn and disgusted Yu Sheng, he reached out his hand to him.

Seemingly sensing his thoughts, Yu Sheng reacted quite strongly.

His face turned pale with fear, and he kept backing away.

He was about to condense a spell when he suddenly sensed an even more powerful spell descending upon him. In an instant, not only did the power he had just condensed vanish completely, but he was also shocked to find that his spiritual energy seemed to have disappeared.

He tried his best to mobilize the spiritual energy in his dantian, but he couldn't mobilize even a trace of it.

Sensing Feng Ciye's approach, Yu Sheng instinctively wanted to back away, but found that he had nowhere left to retreat.

A large, cold hand gripped his ankle tightly and dragged him out from the inside.

Yu Sheng tried to escape, baring her teeth and claws, but all she heard was Feng Ciye's increasingly grotesque laughter.

Yu Sheng's inner thoughts: Tsk, that's a really weird laugh.

"Ye Ci, let me go! Otherwise, I will never let you go!"

"Is that so? We'll have to wait until Immortal Venerable Yaoyue has recovered. Right now, I need to..."

Yu Sheng noticed that the demonic energy around Feng Ciye had transformed into black chains, which firmly locked him to the bed.

Yu Sheng was internally devastated, but he couldn't muster the will to resist anymore. He figured he couldn't fight back anyway, so he might as well just let it be…

888 felt a sudden darkness before her eyes and realized she had entered a dark room.

Yu Sheng flinched as her skin was exposed to the air.

His eyes were lifeless as he stared blankly at the beam, a single tear rolling down his cheek. He looked just like a doll being manipulated.

Seeing Yu Sheng break down to the point of not even wanting to resist, a strange sense of pleasure rose in his heart.

He would do exactly what Yu Sheng hated most, in order to make Yu Sheng wish she were dead.

However, what Feng Ciye didn't know was that Yu Sheng's current state was all an act. In fact, Yu Sheng was quite looking forward to how Feng Ciye would make him "worse than dead"!

Yu Sheng: Hehe.jpg, I can't wait!

Feng Ciye's large hand roamed over Yu Sheng's body, finally stopping at her waist.

Yu Sheng shrank back in fear. Feng Ciye could clearly sense Yu Sheng's fear and unease, so his smile widened.

However, at that moment, a mechanical female voice suddenly sounded in the room: "Beep - The owner is currently in danger. Automatic alarm mode has been activated."

The air suddenly became still.

Yu Sheng was so flustered by this incident that she almost burst into a tirade of curses.

But before he could utter a curse, the communication jade talisman rang.

Feng Ciye took Yu Sheng's communication jade talisman in his hand and saw that it was from Song Yuqiu. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Yu Sheng, his tone extremely dangerous, "Immortal Venerable Yaoyue, your Senior Sister Song is looking for you. I think you should know what you should and shouldn't say, right?"

"Otherwise... if it attracts other people, I might come to propose marriage tomorrow."

“You…” Yu Sheng closed her eyes in humiliation, then nodded stiffly.

Song Yuqiu's anxious voice came from the other end of the line, "Junior Brother, are you alright? Senior Sister will go and call for help right away!"

"I'm sorry, senior sister, just now..."

Feng Ciye gently bit Yu Sheng's collarbone, and Yu Sheng subconsciously hissed.

"Senior sister, I accidentally fell asleep while soaking in the hot spring, which may have made Yinyue think I was in danger."

Song Yuqiu, sitting opposite him, breathed a sigh of relief, having no doubt about the truthfulness of Yu Sheng's words. "Then, junior brother, you should go to sleep early. Goodnight~"

Almost the instant the communication jade talisman went out, Feng Ciye lunged forward.

Before long, the room was filled with Yu Sheng's angry curses and soft sobs...