Chapter 85
"Will a lot of people come to your first performance?" Mo Xiaoxin asked.
“Naturally, many people will come.”
She had long heard that Ye Zikun was fond of beautiful women, and that a woman of her looks would surely attract his attention if she performed on stage. She would then find an opportunity to get closer to him.
Mo Xiaoxin's eyes darted around, and she nodded obediently: "Don't worry, Sister Yinhong, I will definitely do my best tonight."
Seeing that Mo Xiaoxin was no longer resisting, Yin Hong felt relieved. Her job was to appease these women who had been tricked into coming here and to work hard for Zuixiang Pavilion to make money.
After finishing her hair and makeup, Yin Hong left the room to let her rest.
Mo Xiaoxin immediately forced the poison out of her body, spitting out a mouthful of black, foul blood with a "poof".
Although the process was somewhat bumpy, by sheer coincidence, she had an opportunity to get close to Ye Zikun.
This is probably what they call turning adversity into opportunity.
Feeling his power slowly recover, spiritual energy began to fluctuate within his body once more.
She smiled and said, "These little tricks are no match for me."
If she could meet Ye Zikun tonight, that would be ideal; if not, she would look for another opportunity.
At the same time, Leng Huai was heading towards Zuixiang Pavilion, where he also encountered Aze, who was trying to deceive him.
But who is Leng Huai?
He had experienced these things when he was young, so he was very familiar with these deceptive tricks.
When Leng Huai lifted Aze up, he was terrified.
"Help! I... I was wrong, please forgive me! I didn't mean to lie to you! I was forced!" Aze cried out in fear.
Leng Huai was about to throw him away when he realized that Mo Xiaoxin might fall for it, so he asked Aze, "Have you ever seen a beautiful woman? She's about this tall, but she doesn't have much money."
He wasn't sure if a thief like Aze would target a penniless guy like Mo Xiaoxin, so he just asked tentatively.
Based on Leng Huai's description, Aze recalled the woman he had met yesterday, but that woman was not poor.
He dared not speak carelessly. This person looked terrifying. If he said the wrong thing, he might lose his head in the next second. It was better to be cautious. He shook his head and said, "Never seen him before."
Leng Huai put Aze down, feeling somewhat annoyed, when he heard a commotion around him.
"I heard that a woman of unparalleled beauty came to Zuixiang Pavilion today. Let's go and take a look."
Leng Huai disliked such shady and disreputable places of entertainment, but a voice inside him told him that he had to go and see for himself.
A large group of men gathered behind him to watch the spectacle, and they swarmed toward the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion. Leng Huai followed them.
Dark red gauze curtains fluttered, and with the crisp sound of bells, the entire Drunken Fragrance Pavilion suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
A woman stood barefoot on the stage, half of her face covered by a butterfly-shaped silver mask, with only her right eye showing a dot of vermilion at the corner, her eyes exuding charm as she looked around.
Nine golden bells on her wrist trembled slightly with her dance steps, drawing all eyes to her slender waist.
She spun around and flicked her sleeve, from which fine silver needles suddenly appeared and fell to the ground like shooting stars, flashing bright flames. The flames meandered and spiraled along the ground, heading straight for her feet, startling the spectators in the front row who all stepped back.
If it weren't for the signboard of Zuixiang Pavilion, the guests would probably have been scared away on the spot, and some guests would have complained during the meal.
The woman on the stage clapped her hands softly, and the ball of flame instantly transformed into a bewitching red rose at her feet.
The scene terrified the madam, sending chills down her spine and making her break out in a cold sweat. She clenched her fists, her eyes glued to the view. This newcomer was no pushover; she'd sensed the girl's considerable spiritual power yesterday and quickly drugged her. The drug was from a highly skilled person; most people couldn't resist it and would be completely submissive, at her beck and call. Thinking of this, the madam's unease lessened somewhat.
Yin Hong was also worried for Mo Xiaoxin. She had clearly painted her to be extremely beautiful, so why was she wearing a mask that covered half of her face? The guests here were all wealthy and powerful, so why was she performing something so frightening?
Immediately afterwards, Mo Xiaoxin's silver mask was accidentally peeled off, drawing everyone's attention to her, revealing a stunningly beautiful woman before them.
The woman's eyes were alluring yet held a hint of cold beauty, captivating all who looked into them, leaving them utterly mesmerized.
The woman smiled and bowed in thanks.
The dance is now over.
Everyone stared in disbelief, and the entire hall fell silent.
"This isn't a dancer! She's a bewitching vixen!" A man in the front row gripped his wine cup tightly with his sharp claws, making no attempt to hide his excitement.
The wealthy merchants in the private rooms on the second floor showered each other with silver, the screens clattering as they were pounded: "I'll offer ten thousand taels of silver! Tonight, I only want her to serve the wine!"
"Bullshit! Fifty thousand taels! I'm getting her today!"
Shouts from the audience rose higher and higher with each bid, making the madam beam with delight. It was the first time she'd ever encountered a woman so satisfying to her guests.
Mo Xiaoxin's gaze fell on a strangely-looking man. This man was dressed in extraordinary clothes, with slightly upturned eyes, but his eyes held a sinister look as if he were scrutinizing his prey.
It's quite obvious that this must be Ye Zikun, the Third Prince of the Demon Realm.
Ye Zikun leaned against the flower-covered couch, the jade cup he was playing with falling to the ground with a "clatter." He stared at the silver chain that was faintly visible as the woman on the stage swayed her waist, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.
"Interesting." He licked his fangs with the tip of his tongue, and the demon servants behind him immediately understood.
"I want her to serve me tonight, alive."
Since Ye Zikun, the Third Prince of the Demon Realm, had spoken, no one else dared to utter a word and stepped back to make room for him.
Even if Ye Zikun didn't pay, this woman was destined not to be theirs.
Ye Zikun slowly walked forward, reached the front of the stage, and placed his hand in front of Mo Xiaoxin.
Mo Xiaoxin's lips curved slightly, revealing a charming smile.
They were all thinking that the Third Prince had acquired another beauty, but unfortunately, this beauty would die soon.
Although they were very jealous, none of them dared to compete with him for the woman.
Meanwhile, the prostitutes next to Yin Hong were unaware of the situation. They thought that Mo Xiaoxin had gained the favor of a nobleman on her first day on stage and that she was about to rise to prominence. They all looked on with envy and jealousy.
Suddenly, the door of the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion was kicked open, and the loud noise startled all the demons in the room, causing them to turn around.
A man with silver hair flowing in the wind and a black robe exuding a powerful aura of oppression stood out. His dark, jade-like eyes were fixed on the figure he had been searching for on the stage, a figure being admired by a group of men below.
He had never seen her dance!
A surge of anger welled up inside him. He didn't know why he felt such intense rage, and he wanted to tear all those who had seen her to shreds!
"Get down!" His voice was filled with suppressed anger.
The internal energy within his sleeve hummed and vibrated, the fluctuations causing the sandalwood table to crack directly.
The surrounding monsters instinctively retreated, but their eyes were drawn to the erotic scene on the stage.
The Third Prince lazily raised his voice deliberately: "My beauty, this doesn't seem like a guest who's here to show their support?"
Mo Xiaoxin's heart sank. Upon recognizing the person, she felt a mix of nervousness and shame, as if she'd been caught red-handed. But she quickly regained her composure. Leng Huai wasn't going to help her anyway, so why was he putting on this act?
The madam could sense the man's unusual nature; the demonic aura emanating from him chilled her to the bone. Though somewhat frightened, she was the boss here, and she had to intervene if someone caused trouble: "If this guest doesn't abide by the rules of my Drunken Fragrance Pavilion, please leave!"
The man's eyes were fixed on the girl on stage the entire time; perhaps they knew each other? If they did, things could get complicated...
Leng Huai completely ignored the madam and walked straight to the front of the stage, staring intently at the woman on stage: "Come down!"
Mo Xiaoxin's gaze met Leng Huai's, and she could sense the anger he was suppressing.
She suddenly chuckled softly, "Excuse me, Mom, I don't know this person. Please kick him out."
The madam immediately understood, and she ordered her servants, "Someone, throw him out of here!"
Before the madam could finish speaking, eight demon servants wielding poisoned bone blades rushed towards them in a pincer movement.
Leng Huai, his silver hair flying wildly, showed no sign of panic. He stood motionless, emanating a chilling aura that made the guests involuntarily shrink back.
Although they were all well-known wealthy merchants in the area, their demonic power was only average; in the end, they were just people with money.
The thugs at Zuixiang Pavilion are no ordinary people; they are all meticulously trained and no ordinary person could possibly defeat them.
They all stepped back a few paces to distance themselves from the battlefield and avoid being caught in the crossfire.
They wanted to see just how capable this man was to dare to steal a woman from the Third Prince.
The lead demon servant roared and lunged at Leng Huai with his sharp claws. Leng Huai dodged and condensed flames in his palm, slashing down along the demon servant's arm.
With a crisp "crack," the demon servant's bones shattered, and blood splattered everywhere.
He then spun around and swept his weapon horizontally. The two wolf demons raised their spiked clubs to block, but the fiery energy caused their tiger's mouths to split open, and their weapons flew out of their hands.
Seeing this, the remaining demon servants all unleashed their best skills. Leng Huai didn't even lift an eyelid, and several more corpses appeared on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the ground was filled with wailing and rolling demon servants, while the madam hid behind a pillar, trembling with fear.
Leng Huai extended his right hand and looked at Mo Xiaoxin.
The lobby fell silent as everyone awaited Mo Xiaoxin's decision.
Faced with absolute power, everyone became mere spectators, their hearts pounding in their throats.
Ye Zikun glanced sideways at the man beside him; this man had been stealing his thunder ever since. Where did he come from, daring to compete with him for a woman?
Things are getting interesting.
Unsurprisingly, Mo Xiaoxin placed her hand on Ye Zikun's hand.
Leng Huai's hand froze. He looked at Mo Xiaoxin in disbelief, as if something inside him had shattered, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.
Ye Zikun's smile suddenly vanished, replaced by a cruel glint in his eyes. He knew it; no woman could escape his grasp.
All women are cheap!
He glanced at Leng Huai with disdain, his eyes seeming to be a silent provocation.
Mo Xiaoxin led Ye Zikun to a room on the second floor.
She could feel Leng Huai's gaze following her from behind.
She entered the room, turned around and closed the door, meeting a pair of inscrutable eyes above and below her.
She glanced away and quickly closed the door.
As soon as Mo Xiaoxin closed the door, a hand reached up from behind. She dodged to the side, a flash of disgust crossing her eyes, which disappeared quickly. A sly smile played on her lips: "Third Prince, don't be in such a hurry. The night is so long, wouldn't it be better if we took our time? How about we play a game?"
Ye Zikun found it rather interesting. This woman was as beautiful as a rose, with thorns yet gentle, making her irresistible: "What do you want to play?"
Leng Huai stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the tightly closed door. He appeared outwardly calm, but his clenched and trembling hands betrayed his inner turmoil.
What did he do wrong that his demon queen wanted to leave him and find another man?
That man just now...
He had a feeling that he wasn't a good person!
No, he couldn't let her get into danger!
He tried to chase after her, but the madam stopped him.
"Sir, she doesn't know you, so why bother chasing after her?" The madam wanted to kick the man out so he wouldn't ruin her business. Even if this man was powerful, so what? Could he compare to the Third Prince's status? She couldn't afford to offend the Third Prince; she still wanted to do business. She was clear about that.
Leng Huai's eyes seemed to pierce someone: "She is my wife!"
The madam chuckled, "You must have mistaken me for someone else."
Leng Huai glanced coldly at the madam.
The madam shuddered, and the hand that had been blocking him unconsciously dropped.
Leng Huai was about to head to the second floor when he suddenly heard someone shout, "Fire! Fire!"
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