"Where?"
"Nowhere can compare to this place." Bei Moling was still dressed provocatively.
Her red flowing sleeves accentuated the allure of her skin beneath the sheer fabric, and the almost skin-hugging clothing easily stirred the imagination. She still held the tambourine in her hand, which jingled as she shook it.
Bei Moling's face was covered with a purple veil, and her head was adorned with various kingfisher feather ornaments, making her exceptionally beautiful.
Almost as soon as she appeared, Wen Jingge stared at her in disbelief.
Lu Wei coughed.
Wen Jingge was still lost in thought.
"Oh, Master." Liang Si nudged her master after receiving the signal, "Master, please wake up."
"Is this Master Wen from Ten Thousand Zhang Peak?"
Wen Jingge's identity is special. Portraits of the seven peak masters of Xuanyun Sect, including her, are circulated among the high-ranking members of the Demon Clan every day. For a qualified Demon Clan member, this is an essential course of study.
Only by remembering these things can they turn these righteous people upside down when the Demon Lord reappears.
At that time, no one in the world could hinder the development of the demon race. They would no longer be ants that could not see the light of day. One day, they would be able to dance in the sunlight.
Thinking of this, Bei Moling burst out laughing.
It wasn't that she was being childish; rather, she discovered that Wen Jingge's cultivation level was only at the ninth rank at this moment.
A ninth-rank disciple is not even as good as a newly recruited sweeping apprentice in the mountains outside the sect. What can he possibly do?
This was a carefully selected and cultivated talent by the fortune teller, and the only vital force that could possibly contend with their Demon Lord. Once a genius, he is now nothing more than dust among the masses.
How could she not be delighted: "Ninth rank! Hahaha, Master Wen, you've finally achieved something like this!"
Bei Moling's laughter is very distinctive, like the ringing of silver bells, clear and loud, like plums tapping on ice porcelain, carrying a cool fragrance, just like her name, revealing a sinister nature that makes people obsessed.
Wen Jingge didn't laugh, but her gaze towards her was filled with a hint of intoxication, as if she were deeply immersed in a pot of fragrant carp soup.
Red silk is used to make fresh soup, and beautiful jade skin is used to make slices of crystal meat. The beauty moves, the fish bones rise and fall, and the soup is simmered gently. The fish slices are tumbling, the water is boiling, and the aroma is overflowing.
The obsession in Wen Jingge's eyes deepened.
She was hungry.
Seeing this, Bei Moling's smile widened. She shook the tambourine in her hand, looking at Qiao Yu and Liang Si provocatively, and began to dance, her words light and flirtatious, yet alluring, "Master Wen, how about falling into demonic ways with me?"
"Okay!" Wen Jingge's face flushed even more, a normal reaction after being poisoned by the demonic sound.
She was dazed, completely unaware of her actions, and even less aware that a trap awaited her. She was walking step by step down a path laid out by the enemy.
Lu Wei tugged at her, but Wen Jingge in her soul form was still incredibly strong. With just one punch, he was sent flying.
Bei Moling's smile widened, her voice seductive, "Master, come here quickly! You are surrounded by a bunch of villains."
Lu Wei looked troubled and turned to find Liang Si. Unfortunately, Wen Jingge's eldest disciple was good in every way, but he trusted her too much.
Once again, he realized he had misplaced his trust.
"Master will be alright!" Liang Si's eyes held an unfathomable determination.
His master might not be the best in the eyes of outsiders, but in his eyes, he must be the best.
Would his master fall for such a small temptation?
"I don't believe you for a second!"
“Um…” Liang Si weakly raised her hand, “My master, in my dream, cultivated the ghost path.”
Lu Wei gritted her teeth, wanting to say something, but suddenly felt it was pointless.
The days of messing with others with Wen Jingge were quite interesting, but being tormented was unpleasant, and he didn't want to be hurt anymore.
However, what happened next was something no one had expected.
Lu Wei wished she could gouge out her own eyes.
As for Bei Moling, she wished she could never laugh.
The more you laugh, the harder you fall.
"What, what are you going to do?" she asked, a little flustered.
This scene seemed familiar; someone had once treated her so disrespectfully. Yes, she was the one who came to find Qiao Yu and that scoundrel.
What was it called again?
The Six-Fingered Demon of the Lute!
"The clothes are beautiful." Wen Jingge sniffed, completely intoxicated by her scent, clinging to her like a drunkard, a grin on her lips and stars in her eyes, "I like it, hehehe, I like it so much."
Bei Moling glanced at the drool dripping from the corner of her mouth and wondered if she had encountered a fake Wen Jinge.
While she was distracted, she was pinned to the ground, and then her water sleeves were torn.
Wen Jingge seemed to really enjoy the sound of tearing cloth, tearing it again and again. Bei Moling endured it again and again, until she could no longer bear it!
Just as he was about to stand up, he was pushed back down. "You, you scoundrel!"
Bei Moling grew up in the demon realm and was used to all sorts of evil things. Because she was the saintess of the demon realm, no one dared to take liberties with her. Wen Jinge, who was fearless and shameless, and was even of the same gender, was someone she had never met before.
She panicked, but then her confidence returned, "Someone come here!"
"Who's coming? Isn't it better to just the two of us?"
"You! You!"
"Don't be angry, don't be angry, sweetie!" Wen Jingge thought of the clothes she had stolen last time, took them out of her storage bag from a distance, and draped them over her with a smile. "I have others, come on, let's continue tearing them apart."
Lu Wei covered Liang Si's eyes and squatted in the corner, not daring to make a sound.
Wen Jingge was not in a good state, but he was certain that Wen Jingge was fully conscious.
She just loves to have fun.
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