fawning and flattering
The kind and understanding junior brother in her eyes had somehow transformed into a suspicious and treacherous demon.
She couldn't even be bothered to argue with him, so she turned her back and refused to look at him.
"Answer me—" The man's arms, strong and sturdy like copper tendons and iron ribs, gripped her shoulders, trapping her in his embrace.
The pain from his grip caused Lin Yueyao's gaze to pause, her brows furrowing involuntarily.
"I don't understand what you're saying." Lin Yueyao looked back at him coldly, her eyes calm and unfathomable.
Rong Yan's hands gripped her shoulders tightly, his slender fingertips were white, and his knuckles were a healthy rosy color.
Her skin was radiant, and faint blue-purple veins were visible on the back of her hands.
Impotent rage, the blood flowing in his veins surged violently.
Their eyes met, and Lin Yueyao didn't know what to say. Being held like this made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
However, all the discomfort was imposed on her by Rong Yan.
She showed slight resistance, and Rong Yan hugged her even tighter, burying his head in the crook of her neck and sniffing her body greedily.
He carefully wrapped his arms around her waist and said listlessly, "I always knew he liked Senior Sister, and he knew better than me how to please her."
"I don't have Song Qingyun's good birth, nor do I treat people with the same courtesy as him. The only thing I can do is stay by my senior sister's side."
He spoke in a low voice, his words incredibly gentle, like a small animal licking its wounds.
"I'll do anything as long as my senior sister stays by my side." He said to himself, "I know my senior sister doesn't like it here, so I brought them here to keep her entertained. Does my senior sister feel happy?"
Lin Yueyao's last shred of pity vanished at that moment, and she blurted out, "Madman."
“Senior sister is right, I’ve gone mad.” Rong Yan laughed in agreement, his laughter wild and unrestrained, “That’s why I’ve done all this messed-up things.”
"Stop talking." She could never forgive Rong Yan for her master's death.
Lin Yueyao closed her eyes in despair.
"Give me a chance," he suddenly said. Lin Yueyao was puzzled.
He already knew about her deliberate seduction of Song Qingyun, including what Song Qingyun did to his senior sister in the dream of the Painted Skin Demon.
The demon race hates cultivators to the bone, wishing they could skin them alive and break their marrow.
After Song Qingyun and Lingfang were captured and brought back to the guards, they were subjected to torture and confessed everything about their lives.
The immortal sects are known for their clear system of rewards and punishments, and their use of torture is governed by strict rules. In the demon realm, no matter who it is, if they commit a serious offense, there is no shortage of strength and means to deal with them.
Song Qingyun held out for two full days, but Lingfang confessed everything in less than half a quarter of an hour.
When the guard presented the confession, he learned that Lingfang had secretly framed his senior sister, and that his senior sister had never told him a word about these things.
"You're incredibly crazy." Even though the two had entered into a contract, Lin Yueyao didn't think it meant anything, since this wasn't her true intention.
This is the result of Rong Yan's opportunistic behavior.
"I will prove my feelings; my admiration is no less than Song Qingyun's," Rong Yan said confidently, but Lin Yueyao didn't take it to heart.
As it turned out, Rong Yan was not lying.
Every now and then, someone would send her jewelry and pearls, the head of a cultivator, the demon core of a thousand-year-old snake demon, an unknown spiritual root, a five-colored gemstone bracelet, and his personal jade pendant.
Lin Yueyao was unmoved, having already experienced these tricks and tactics back in the palace.
Having exhausted all other options, Rong Yan collected delicacies from all over the country and cooked them himself, just to give her a bite to eat.
However, after being abducted to the Demon Palace, Lin Yueyao changed her eating habits, and would eat fasting pills when she was hungry.
I'd rather starve than eat anything from the Demon Palace.
The gemstone necklace he gave her was nothing more than a common item to her, not worth mentioning at all.
The guards carried boxes into her room without even lifting their eyelids, and had them carried back untouched.
The guard was caught in a dilemma, with one foot hanging in the balance. Yunxiu took the initiative and temporarily kept the body safe.
In the end, he still couldn't move her.
Until this day, the guards, while tidying up the storeroom, saw the Empress's crown, which had been sealed away for a long time.
Since the Holy Venerable is dead, this crown naturally belongs to Rong Yan's future wife, the mistress of the Demon Palace.
The guards cleaned the crown, ensuring that every jewel shone brightly and shone in unison.
The dazzling gemstones radiated a brilliant light, and the moment Rong Yan saw the crown, he immediately thought of Lin Yueyao.
This crown suits her perfectly.
When the crown appeared on the table, Lin Yueyao remained unmoved.
She knew what the crown meant.
"Take it back." The phrase was repeated again.
The attendant smiled obsequiously, "This is a gift from the Emperor; I dare not touch it."
"Are you going to take it or not?" Lin Yueyao pressed him. The attendant's smile was more like a grimace. "My Lord, please calm down. This was specially bestowed upon you by His Majesty. We dare not take it back."
"If you don't take it back, I'll smash it!" Lin Yueyao meant what she said, lifting the heavy jeweled crown high above her head with both hands.
The attendant was so frightened that he knelt down with a thud. "My Lord, please spare me! Be careful not to drop it. I'll take it back. Please, My Lord, reconsider!"
Looking at the returned items, Rong Yan was almost at a loss.
Just then, Blood-Clad Silkworm came to report that the two cultivators brought back from the immortal sect had been beaten half to death. The question was whether to spare their lives or abandon their bodies in the wilderness.
Rong Yan remembered that it had happened several days ago, but the back and forth had caused him to forget about it.
Those were his fellow disciples; doing this was far too heartless.
He gave the order to treat them to good food and drink, and not to allow the slightest mistake.
The barely breathing Song Qingyun was thrown into the pool, his clothes roughly stripped off, and a torrent of water gushed from the beast's mouth in the niche, washing away the filth from his body.
After washing and changing into clean clothes, the high priest sealed his spiritual power. Now, he could not feel any spiritual power at all, and his once light body felt incredibly heavy.
Even when he climbed out of the pool, he was panting heavily.
Is this what a mortal body is like?
He was led into a secret room with no windows and only a dim lamp on the corner of the table.
The guards slipped food under the door; the prisoners were only required to survive, and the food consisted mainly of bloody beef brisket.
There were still dark hairs in the bowl, but Song Qingyun forced himself to eat them despite feeling nauseous, as long as he could get out of here alive.
Lingfang was oblivious to the situation and suffered a lot. The food that was brought to her got worse and worse every day, and she became so hungry that she was skin and bones and didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.
Song Qingyun was imprisoned for quite some time, and a physician personally came to examine his pulse every day.
On this day, his injuries had almost healed, and the guards threw him some miscellaneous books to pass the time.
Before locking the door, the guard said, "Don't even think about cheating; His Majesty will be checking."
Song Qingyun had no choice but to open the book, but what he opened was something he shouldn't have seen.
She slept soundly that night, and when Lin Yueyao woke up, the room was pitch black.
There were shadowy figures looming around the bed, as if someone was watching her.
She sat up, and Rong Yan, impeccably dressed, stared at her with a complicated expression.
"What are you trying to do now?" Lin Yueyao questioned him, her eyes sweeping over him, only to find Song Qingyun kneeling on the ground.
"Senior brother?" Lin Yueyao asked sharply, surprised. "What did you do to senior brother?"
Song Qingyun, kneeling on the ground in a bizarre posture, trembled all over and made strange low moans.
"Go, take good care of Senior Sister." He gently scooped her up, tossed Song Qingyun onto the bed, then went to the side, dragged over a chair, and stared intently at her.
"You're insane!" Lin Yueyao was suddenly enraged by his absurd behavior.
Song Qingyun's burning hot penis felt like a mountain range, pressing down on her and making it hard for her to breathe.
He was given a lot of drugs by Rong Yan, and after taking them, he lost control and lost control.
These medicines were presented by Qingqiu.
“…I’m sorry…Junior Sister.” Song Qingyun said helplessly, lying on Lin Yueyao with his shirt wide open.
Rong Yan remained calm and composed, a faint air of weariness lingering on his face. Dark shadows played in his eye sockets, suggesting that none of this brought him any pleasure.
Although I did this to make my senior sister happy.
He firmly believed that his senior sister's repeated rejections of his kindness were because of Song Qingyun, but now it seems that this is not the case.
Lin Yueyao possessed spiritual power. She channeled her spiritual power into the bulging veins on Song Qingyun's body, using it to neutralize the out-of-control Song Qingyun.
She shoved the person inside, her clothes disheveled, and stood before Rong Yan. "The antidote!"
Rong Yan stared blankly up at her, then reached out and scooped her up onto his lap.
In the darkness, he groped for her lips, covered them, and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.
Breathing sounds, muffled groans, heavy breathing, and the rustling of clothes rose and fell.
"Antidote..." Lin Yueyao mumbled, pinching his thigh hard. He immediately retaliated, biting her lip.
"court death."
He released her with a triumphant smile, "I was just asking for death."
"I'll die by your hand, under your skirt, or in your bed, it doesn't matter."
Once upon a time, Yun Zheng was a dashing and romantic figure, and among the young women of the demon race, none wanted to marry him more than Yun Zheng. Rong Yan's audacity, or perhaps the awakening of his bloodline, was due to inheriting his will.
In Lin Yueyao's eyes, Rong Yan was actually quite alluring in this respect.
But she wasn't someone to be trifled with either. She brought a man to her bed in the dead of night, and this man was none other than her senior brother.
What kind of person does Rong Yan take her for?
Lin Yueyao's counterattack was simple: give them a taste of their own medicine.
Rong Yan returned to his bedchamber after finishing his backlog of official duties.
He didn't need anyone to serve him. After washing up and showering his hair, he went to bed and slept soundly.
Not long after I lay down, the blanket felt warm, and something kept moving around.
Rong Yan immediately got out of bed without calling for the guards.
They pulled back the covers, only to find Lingfang completely naked. Her limbs were bound, and her mouth was stuffed full, preventing her from speaking.
His wrists and ankles were rubbed raw and purple, and his face was covered in dried tear stains.
He lay on his bed in an extremely humiliating posture.
Enraged, Rong Yan, barefoot, stormed into Lin Yueyao's palace.
Seeing his anger, the guards wondered what had happened. But he didn't turn around and said, "No one is allowed to come near!!"
Upon entering the room, Lin Yueyao sat on the edge of the bed, attempting to summon her spirit sword.
Someone broke in.
It was Rong Yan, furious, who confronted her, demanding, "What do you mean?"
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