Chapter 242 The Moon's Soul, I'm Drunk

Upon hearing this, Lin Yanxin's handsome face flushed an unnatural red, and his eyes darted away.

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, his voice even lower, almost squeezed out between his teeth:

"With my current cultivation level, I can't possibly defeat her. Without her permission, I can't break the restrictions she's set up inside and outside the Hall of Rebirth..."

Shen Yuepo: "..."

She understood.

Senior brother, not only is your combat strength insufficient, but you are also restricted by your access level, and you may actually be a little afraid of Meng Guichen.

Just then, a deep engine roar came from afar.

A black luxury SUV with a small Youming Xiezhi emblem on its front came to a stop in mid-air with a beautiful drift.

The driver's side window rolled down, revealing the bull's honest face. He gripped the steering wheel with one hand and shouted at Shen Yuepo:

"Emperor! Empress! We've finally found you! Please come quickly! The Emperor... he's drunk and insists on finding you!"

Shen Yuepo was taken aback upon hearing this.

Is Feng Jin drunk?

She instinctively turned around and was about to follow the bull.

"Hey! Little Moon! Don't go!" Lin Yan cried out anxiously, grabbing her sleeve. "Are you going to abandon me?! Are you just going to stand by and watch your senior brother be trapped here?!"

Shen Yuepo stopped and turned to look at him, her eyes filled with helplessness. "What do I care about you? She's not really going to eat you. She's just healing you."

Despite saying that, she couldn't resist her curiosity and leaned closer to Lin Yanxin, asking quickly in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"But senior brother, tell me quietly now, why did you and she break up back then?"

"It can't be as simple as you wanting to inherit the Taoist temple, right? Did you do something to offend them?"

She blinked and lowered her voice to add, "Tell me, if the reason is reasonable and the situation is serious enough, I might find a way to secretly help you sneak out."

Lin Yanxin: "..."

After hearing these words, his face, which had been slightly flushed, instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

He looked at Shen Yuepo's gossipy face, which seemed to scream "Tell me, tell me!"

She glanced again at Meng Guichen, who was leaning against the door frame, watching them with an air of nonchalance.

One last glance at the ear that Horse-Face had secretly peeked into, and a surge of grief and indignation rushed straight to the top of his head.

"Let's go! Let's get going!"

Lin Yanxin, annoyed and embarrassed, released her grip on Chen Yuepo's sleeve, even waving it impatiently as if to shoo away something annoying:

"I'm annoyed just looking at you! My affairs are none of your business! Go find your Emperor!"

After saying that, he turned around angrily, looking as if he was about to return to the palace.

But when he reached the door and saw Meng Guichen's enigmatic smile, he stopped in his tracks.

Neither advancing nor retreating, they were stuck in a stalemate.

Upon seeing this, a hint of a smile flashed across Shen Yuepo's eyes.

She nodded slightly to Meng Guichen: "I'll leave my senior brother in your care."

Then he decisively opened the passenger door of the SUV, got in, and said to Bullhead, "Drive."

With a throttle of his foot, the Netherworld Off-Road Vehicle carrying Shen Yue Po sped off towards the Shen Tu Palace.

Horse-faced glanced at the luxury car that sped away, then at the two main characters locked in a stalemate at the door.

After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately didn't dare to point his phone camera at them, and instead turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared on the spot.

Niu Tou delivered Chen Yue Po to Shen Tu's palace, and before the carriage had even come to a complete stop, he turned around and sped away.

It looked as if a hundred thousand vengeful spirits were chasing after him.

When Shen Yuepo stepped into Shen Tu's main hall, he immediately sensed the strange atmosphere.

The three Ghost Emperors gathered together, each with a solemn expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.

However, when their gazes all fell on Shen Yuepo as he entered, their solemnity instantly transformed into a sense of relief, mixed with an urgency to leave quickly.

Shen Tu was the first to rush over, a slightly stiff smile plastered on his face:

"Aha! Your Majesty, you've finally arrived! Um... I suddenly remembered, there seems to be an urgent meeting in the Northern Ghost Realm... Yes, extremely urgent!"

Du Ziren quickly chimed in, nodding solemnly, "That's right, I need to immediately inspect the Blood Sea Seal for any unusual activity; there's no time to waste."

Although Ji Kang didn't say much, he and the other two had reached a consensus through their eye contact, saying that they would go and check if there were any errors in the list of people to be reincarnated today at the Reincarnation Well.

As soon as the words were spoken, the three Ghost Emperors, who were renowned throughout the Netherworld, seemed to have rehearsed beforehand, their figures blurred and they vanished from the hall in an instant.

It slipped away even faster than the bull's head from before, leaving only a few lingering spatial fluctuations.

The once vast temple suddenly became incredibly empty.

At the far end of the main hall, on the vast throne of the Ghost Emperor, carved from a single piece of Netherworld Jade, sat Feng Jin.

He wasn't wearing formal imperial robes, but only a dark-colored casual dress with subtle patterns, the collar slightly loose, and his dark hair casually draped over his shoulders.

He casually rested one hand on the armrest, while the other hand supported his forehead. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed on Shen Yuepo.

He didn't speak, he just looked at her.

The air was filled with a refreshing aroma of wine, not some ordinary, murky brew, but a special product of the Netherworld.

This fragrance blends with the cool aura naturally emanating from Feng Jin, creating a unique and pleasant scent.

With a calm expression, Shen Yuepo slowly stepped onto the steps leading to the imperial throne.

She knew it perfectly well.

The claim of being drunk is mostly an exaggeration.

With Feng Jin's cultivation level, the Netherworld Brew would never have made him drunk.

He did it on purpose. He deliberately used this method to break the coldness she had been maintaining for the past few days.

She could understand his responsibility and choice regarding the farewell symbolized by that bead, but she couldn't easily forgive his good intentions in trying to exclude her.

Although she eventually returned it, she still couldn't calm down.

She climbed the steps one by one until she finally stood before the throne and looked at Feng Jin, who was sitting there.

He simply stared at her, his thin lips pursed, his dark golden eyes swirling with emotions she could understand.

Shen Yuepo reached out and cupped his face in her hands; the skin beneath her palms was slightly cool.

She lowered her head slightly, looked into his eyes, and asked in a steady voice, as if she already knew the answer, "What's wrong?"

These three words were like flipping a switch.

Feng Jin lowered his hand, which had been supporting his forehead, and instead wrapped it around her waist. With a slight exertion, he pulled her down a step, causing her to fall onto his lap and be held tightly in his arms.

Then, he buried his head in the crook of her neck.

His warm breath sprayed onto her sensitive skin, and a deep, muffled voice, tinged with the smell of alcohol, sounded muffled, both assertive and indistinct:

"Shen Yuepo, I'm drunk."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo almost burst out laughing.

She raised her hand, her fingertips gently brushing through the dark hair at the back of his head, her tone clearly teasing:

"A drunk person wouldn't so clearly admit that they're drunk."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a warm, wet touch on the side of Shen Yuepo's neck.

He placed a light kiss on her lips.

The kiss started gently, but soon turned into a biting retort with a hint of punishment.

He gently rubbed his teeth against the delicate skin on the side of her neck, leaving a slight tingling and a numbing sensation.

Shen Yuepo subconsciously hissed softly.