Chapter 21 Forced Kiss Mu Meng's delicate lips were swollen and red, her face pale...

Mu Qingheng lowered his eyes, gazing intently at those two delicate, rosy lips.

Because of the tears, she looked even more tender and innocent.

He still wouldn't kill her, but there was no need for him to wrong himself.

Sensing Mu Qingheng's cold and unfriendly gaze, as if he were looking at her like an ordinary object, Mu Meng felt a surge of unease and fear, and instinctively backed away.

However, it was too late. He grabbed the back of her head with his large, domineering hand, his strength leaving no room for resistance.

Mu Meng let out a startled cry, which was cut short as Mu Qingheng leaned in and sealed her lips with his, kissing her fiercely without any tenderness.

It was as if they wanted to devour her whole, like a wild beast that had been starving for a long time and had tasted the sweetness of food.

He deepened the kiss, fiercely gripping her lips and tongue, and even when he sensed Mu Meng's desperate struggles, he only paused briefly to catch his breath before biting and demanding her even more fiercely.

"Ugh... ugh..." She was extremely restless, constantly turning her head to dodge, waving her hands like a desperate little animal, crying pitifully with tears streaming down her face.

Mu Qingheng gave a cold laugh, tightening his grip on the back of Mu Meng's head. His other hand was around her waist, which was slender and fragile, as if it would break with the slightest force. Yet his hand was extremely heavy, holding her petite body tightly and keeping her firmly under his control.

He pried open her teeth, easily capturing her trembling, helpless tongue, and forcefully savored it. The sweet taste made him lose his senses, and he only wanted to take from her endlessly.

He had wanted to do this for a long time.

Long before, when she was fast asleep each night and he would steal kisses her, he had already thought that one day he would firmly bind her, no longer suppressing his nature and only taking fleeting moments, but like this moment—

Fierce, fierce, and brutal, he satiated himself with the sweet taste he had longed for day and night.

Noticing that the frail body in his arms was gradually going limp and weak, and even the struggles were much smaller, with only her face still covered in cold sweat, Mu Qingheng slowly released his hands from the back of her head.

I stroked my own heart.

At first, he could ignore it, but now, his heart ached terribly.

Moreover, in the past, he only needed to lightly touch her lips, and the power of the Red Heart Pill would flow into his bloodline in countless ways, as if she recognized him as her master and trusted him intimately.

But at this moment, even with his fierce and tender actions, there was only a faint trace of power, like a dried-up river that would never resonate with his heart again.

Mu Qingheng released his hand, silently pressing his hand to his heart, breathing softly to himself.

Although Mu Meng was freed from her restraints, she remained motionless in the same position. After a long while, she murmured in a hoarse voice, "Just kill me..."

She looked as if she had been shattered glass, extremely sad, but... Mu Qingheng closed his eyes and said softly, "Never mind. Why don't you tell me, what do you and I need to do to get back to how things were before?"

He thought there was nothing in this world he couldn't do. As long as she asked, he would do his best.

She had so many people in her heart, but he only had her. Who told him to be so spineless? He should just give in.

Mu Meng slowly raised her face, her delicate lips swollen and red, her face pale to the point of being almost transparent, her eyes bright: "I said, you might as well kill me."

That day, she grabbed his sleeve and earnestly discussed with him that he could not secretly kiss her like that again until she had thought it through.

What did he say at the time?

"Okay, I promise you, I definitely won't."

However, her brother was no longer alive.

If her brother were here, he would never have been able to bear seeing her so humiliated and trampled upon.

Mu Qingheng's face grew colder and colder, his voice devoid of any warmth: "Since you have nothing you want, then stay here forever and provide me with the power of the Crimson Heart Pill."

Mu Meng snapped out of her daze and heard his cold and ruthless words. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand decisively and swiftly. Her palm was already full of spiritual power, and she slammed it down hard on her own crown!

Her strength and speed were no joke; she left no room for error. Mu Qingheng's breath caught in his throat, and he immediately reached out to block her—

He had no time to take any other precautions and could only forcefully withstand Mu Meng's decisive blow with his bare hands, instantly shattering his palm bones.

"You want to commit suicide?" His heart had never pounded so hard. Mu Qingheng's gaze was as dark as if it contained shards of ice. "Fine, I thought you were delicate and weak, but I didn't expect you to be so fierce."

He was furious and pinched her snow-white cheek with his large hand: "Since you hate my touch so much that you're willing to give up your life, I'll make sure you don't get your way."

Mu Qingheng's gaze was sinister and cold. After uttering a harsh word, he paused for a moment, then flung his sleeves and strode away.

Mu Meng fell onto the bed and slowly curled up.

Despite trying to suppress it, I still trembled in waves.

A barely audible, desperate sob escaped from between his lips: "Brother..."

Brother, did you really never exist?

Brother, please come back.

Kill this devil like a god, and take me away.

...

dark.

An endless expanse of darkness.

The emptiness was terrifying, the silence maddening; only the flowing hot tears and the occasional crisp clanging of chains between her limbs proved she was still alive.

Mu Meng hugged her knees tightly, curled up in the corner, tears streaming down her face, which she had long since given up on wiping away.

She vaguely heard the voice again; she had become familiar with it over the years.

After a soft rustling of footsteps and fabric, a person slowly sat down beside her, expertly pulling her into his arms and gently kissing away the cold tears on her face, lingering on her lips for a long time.

Mu Meng struggled weakly, but she had no strength left, and with her hands and feet bound, she couldn't break free at all.

Mu Qingheng paused, his voice no longer as cold as before, but seemed to carry a hint of helplessness: "Still so resistant?"

Every now and then, his attitude seems to soften a little.

Mu Meng's lips trembled slightly, and she finally whispered, "It's too dark here..."

It was so dark, there wasn't a single ray of light, and she had no idea how much time had passed.

She heard him sigh in her ear: "The Soul-Binding Pavilion has always been like this. I've already had someone find a way to light lamps here."

Mu Meng nodded, saying nothing more. She didn't know where she was, only that she couldn't muster any spiritual energy here. Not only that, her thoughts became extremely slow, and she was even losing her memories bit by bit.

When she first discovered that her memory was somewhat hazy, she was terrified and panicked—she could never forget that she was so powerless, unable to avenge those who had died unjustly and her innocent clansmen who had perished tragically. If she lost her memory, how could she face them?

Mu Meng had no choice but to think about it over and over again in his mind, and every time he remembered it, he suffered a slow, agonizing death.

He would come often, and each time he would just hold her and kiss her, but Mu Meng never gave up her stubborn and persistent resistance.

She is a princess of the Celestial Tribe, not a plaything of the Demon Tribe.

When the familiar sound appeared again that day, Mu Meng remained motionless, huddled in the corner.

An extremely oppressive aura slowly approached. This time, he didn't sit next to her; instead, he seemed to be squatting in front of her, scrutinizing her.

“You are very beautiful,” he suddenly exclaimed sincerely. “Even with your hair down and without any hair accessories, you are still breathtakingly beautiful. All the women I have ever seen before combined are not even one tenth as beautiful as you.”

Mu Meng was terrified and screamed as she dodged the hand that was slowly stroking her face: "Who are you?! Get away! Get away!"

The newcomer exuded an extremely aggressive aura, his broad hands roaming over her waist: "Don't be afraid. I know you can't see me. We demons are born with the ability to see in the dark. I can see you very clearly and will never hurt you."

He lowered his head, his breath brushing against her lips: "I've heard that kissing your lips can easily grant me the power of the Crimson Heart Pill, is that true?"

Mu Meng was horrified and struggled desperately, the thin chains rattling loudly: "Get away! Don't touch me! Don't touch me! Why are you doing this to me... I will definitely kill you! I will definitely kill you all!"

The newcomer grinned maliciously, his iron hands gripping her cheeks and forcing her head back: "Why are you being treated like this? You should know how your Celestial Clan once trampled on my people—I've already shown you kindness by sparing you from the thirteen tortures of my Demon Clan and keeping your life!"

As he spoke, his large hand slowly moved up her slender waist: "With such beauty, it's no disgrace that the Red Heart Elixir resides within you. Let me taste what it's like!"