Chapter 113 Night Tour of Fengdu, Run! It's a pervert!
In her excitement, Bitao slapped Mingguang on the chest, but her hand pressed against a soft spot.
Bitao looked down and couldn't help but start sizzling again.
Mingguang held her in his arms, feeling dizzy with happiness.
However, that night, after Bitao had eaten and drunk her fill and fallen into a deep sleep, she was satisfied.
Throughout the entire nine days, a heated discussion quietly took place.
This time it wasn't because Mingguang Xuanxian and Bitao Xuanxian actually got together, but because the rules for the third round of the competition were announced.
In the first round of the competition, the immortals were testing their faith. The faith of the common people is the source of the immortals' power.
The second round of the competition is a merit-accumulation contest for individuals. Accumulating virtue, doing good deeds, and helping all living beings are the duties of immortals.
This third round of competition is the Ascension Competition. It tests the true abilities of those at the Immortal level.
This round is in response to a calamity, with the yin and yang sundials rotating through the starry sky to send the celestial bodies into the competition realm.
What they experienced was the calamity of the intense burning of the five aggregates.
The competition has a time limit of one hundred years in the astral realm and ten days in the celestial realm. The one who ascends within ten days wins.
They are ranked according to the order in which they ascended to the celestial realm.
Mingguang browsed through these rules, thinking of Binglun who had just volunteered to take on the tribulation.
In this third round of competition, aside from the fact that they can retain a portion of their power based on the attributes of the astral realm, and that if they fail the competition at the end of the hundred-year period, they will be brought back to the celestial realm for reckoning—all other rules are the same as those for celestial beings facing tribulations and punishments.
Mingguang stared at Yin Hangu in deep thought for a long time, then quietly got up, put on his clothes, opened the window, and silently transformed into a spirit and flew away.
—Heading straight to the Jade Bone Palace.
Zhu Ming hadn't had a proper rest for many days. Finally, the celestial judgment was over, and the second round of the competition was also finished.
He was thinking he could have a good night's sleep, but in the middle of the night, he was suddenly woken up by his waiter.
His hair was disheveled, and he sat up abruptly, looking flustered. When he realized who had come to see him, he even stopped dressing.
"who?"
"You mean... in the dead of night, who would come looking for me?"
The attendant, while serving him, replied, "Immortal Supervisor, it is Immortal Mingguang Xuanxian, who is already waiting in the outer room."
Zhu Ming's expression changed several times. He frowned, opened his arms, and waited for the attendant beside him to help him get dressed.
He climbed to such a high position over the years just so he could do whatever he wanted.
He simply enjoyed the extravagant lifestyle of ordinary nobles and princes, where food and clothing were readily available to them.
To this end, he offered extremely generous rewards to the servants in his palace, making them willingly vie to serve him.
This allowed him to enjoy the treatment of a human crown prince that he had never experienced in the mortal realm.
However, the robes of the Ming dynasty were always ornate and elaborate, and were basically not robes for monks, nor did they pay attention to any defensive techniques; they were purely for aesthetic purposes.
Layer upon layer, it looks nice but is difficult to wear.
The delay took quite a while.
Mingguang waited outside for a while, then lost his patience and got up to go straight into the inner room.
When Zhu Ming saw the person who came in, it was as if he had seen a ghost!
He had just put on two layers of clothing, his front was still open, and his hair was not combed. When he saw Mingguang coming in, he looked like a young woman being seen while taking a bath.
With a loud "Awooo," it burrowed back into the bed curtains.
He frantically fastened his clothes, growling, "Are you crazy?!"
Zhu Ming sat on the bed with his back to Ming Guang and reprimanded him bluntly: "You hold a public office in all realms, do you even know what etiquette and rules are?"
"Did I let you in? You just barged into someone's bedroom!"
Mingguang didn't care about those "red tape" at all. He stood tall and strong at the door of his bedroom and even used his magic to "send" all his servants out.
When Zhu Mingping goes out, he not only wears gorgeous clothes and exquisite accessories, but even the strands of his hair are carefully styled with curved lines.
When he was busy with official duties, he would rather stay up all night than let his hair and clothes get messy or wrinkled.
Bitao had served as his attendant for so long, and she had never seen "Your Highness" behave improperly.
At this moment, Zhu Ming was not dressed properly and was being stared at by Ming Guang's pair of golden, gleaming eyes, making him appear so vulnerable that he was practically "unbreakable."
Zhu Ming cursed Bi Tao in his heart, wondering why she hadn't leashed the dog properly in the middle of the night and let it come here!
Finally, I put on my outer robe. My long hair was all over my body, and I didn't have time to properly style it into an elegant bun.
He gritted his teeth, tied the rope around his back, and walked out the door with a sense of despair.
Mingguang had already retreated to the outer room and was sitting at the table waiting for him.
Zhu Ming glared at him, straightened his clothes, and then sat down at the table, asking through gritted teeth, "What brings the Mysterious Immortal Mingguang here so late at night?"
Mingguang didn't rush to reveal his purpose. Instead, he tapped the lid of the teacup on the table with his finger.
He could faintly smell the fragrance of plum blossoms in the teacup.
It smells exactly the same as the one that Xiao Taozhi sometimes smells like.
Mingguang felt that Zhu Ming was probably sick. Who would drink their own body for no reason?
In the stillness of the night, the dignified and composed "future emperor" of the Nine Heavens, with no one watching, revealed a hint of his cruel true nature.
His tone was unfriendly: "You always give yourself to Xiaotaozhi to drink, are you addicted?"
Zhu Ming: "..."
He was so angry that he laughed instead.
He and Mingguang were originally on opposing sides. Although Mingguang was a candidate for "future Immortal Emperor", he did not have any official position at present. Zhu Ming, on the other hand, was the Immortal Supervisor who actually oversaw the male immortals of the Nine Heavens.
To be frank, Mingguang was also under his supervision.
As his superior, he naturally couldn't be very polite to Mingguang.
Besides, Mingguang hasn't become the emperor yet, has he? Zhu Ming looked at him, blinded by lust, running around like this with the scent of peach blossoms still clinging to him—he definitely won't become the emperor!
Zhu Ming didn't even bother to respond to Ming Guang's words, which were laced with bitterness.
Mingguang changed his tone and said to himself, "Zhu Mingxiandu possesses the Cold Plum Immortal Bone, which has the effect of stabilizing immortal essence and nourishing the soul."
"Its efficacy surpasses all kinds of celestial elixirs from the heavens, and the plum bone will regenerate even after being cut off..."
Mingguang slightly curled his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.
His usually dignified and solemn eyes were lowered as he looked at the teacup, revealing an inexplicable gloom that was unsettling.
He asked Zhu Ming, "The Immortal Bone of the Immortal Supervisor has such an effect. I wonder if the Nine Heavens Immortals are aware of this?"
This is a blatant threat.
Few people know the effects of Zhu Ming's immortal bone; besides himself, only Bi Tao has ever drunk it.
In the lower realm of Xuanxian, someone like him is equivalent to a flesh-based Lingzhi mushroom that all spiritual beings would scramble to devour.
The immortal realm is naturally not as brutal as the cultivation world in the lower realm.
However, if more people know about it, and also know that he can regrow his bones after cutting them off, then even if people don't throng to his door seeking his immortal bones to stabilize their cultivation, Zhu Ming can't very well refuse those with higher immortal ranks who ask for his help...
He might end up cutting himself to pieces.
This is also why Zhu Ming always kept himself hidden, and even rarely used his divine powers.
But threatening him with this...
Zhu Ming really wanted Mingguang to get lost.
Roll like a ball.
Is he someone who can be easily intimidated?
If Zhu Ming wasn't arrogant enough, how could he possibly get along with Bi Tao?
If he wasn't arrogant enough, how could he dare to be the head of the You Tian Merit Immortal Position and challenge the system of the entire ancient immortal clan that has lasted for tens of thousands of years?
Does he think he's afraid that someone will devour him because his immortal bones are delicious and useful?
Zhu Ming finally understood: this brat must have been jealous somewhere, and he was coming here to vent his jealousy.
That bastard Bitao.
I don't know how this little coffin board was misled.
Zhu Ming looked at Mingguang for a moment, chuckled softly, and leaned back in his chair.
But because she had pressed her hair down and it was pulling on her scalp, she quickly sat up straight.
He simply propped his arms on the table and laughed, "Immortal Mingguang, instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, comes here to show off your power. Does Immortal Bitao know about this?"
This time, Mingguang's expression changed slightly.
However, he did not show any signs of panic.
Instead, he took a bright seal from his waist, which was printed with a golden crow with outstretched wings.
With a "thud," it was placed on the table and gently pushed towards Zhu Ming. "There are some things I'd like to ask Immortal Supervisor Zhu Ming to do."
In the blink of an eye, Mingguang retracted his deliberately exposed fangs and claws, and once again became a polite and well-mannered junior.
He smiled and said, "I hope you won't be offended by my late-night visit, Chief Supervisor Zhu Ming."
Zhu Ming's phoenix eyes were fixed on the bright light seal, and he narrowed them slightly.
He had very few things he loved in his life, only two.
One is oneself, the other is power.
He genuinely smiled and politely picked up the teapot himself, pouring Mingguang a cup of tea.
Mingguang declined, saying, "...No need for tea." He truly had no interest in drinking from other people's bodies.
If the occasion hadn't been so inappropriate, he would have even wanted to give himself a few cleaning treatments.
He felt that Zhu Ming's actions—cutting the wine for himself and filling the room with plum blossom fragrance—were unclean.
However, with a bright, shiny object on the table pressing down on them, the two were able to maintain a semblance of harmony while their conversation continued smoothly.
Before leaving the Jade Bone Palace.
Mingguang couldn't help but say, "The Immortal Supervisor should not give Xiaotaozhi this Immortal Bone Tea in the future."
He said in a serious tone, "Only by stabilizing one's realm upon advancing to the immortal rank can one establish a solid foundation."
After saying that, it instantly turned into a spirit and disappeared.
Zhu Ming, considering the bright stain left on the table, moved his lips but didn't utter a curse.
Mingguang returned all the way to the Cangsheng Palace on Dushuo Mountain, intending to sneak back into bed.
However, just as he was about to leap into the window, he was suddenly stopped by the restrictions on the window.
The restriction was extremely powerful, and it repelled him, a Xuanxian, directly.
Mingguang landed on the ground, his brows sharp, and he looked up at the restriction moving across the window of Bitao.
That wasn't any kind of celestial formation at all—it was a netherworld restriction imbued with malevolent and sinister energy.
Mingguang's expression was extremely grim, but he did not rush forward again to forcibly break the restriction.
Mingguang recognized that the restriction came from the Lord of the Underworld, the Great Emperor of Luofeng Mountain, the Great Ruler Emperor.
But wasn't the Great Emperor of Fengdu supposed to be busy dealing with the chaos in the Netherworld? Even the celestial judges didn't come to watch the spectacle. Why is he suddenly showing up now, dragging Bitao away with her soul?
—Let's go for a night tour of Fengdu.
Bitao was initially asleep and completely unaware of her surroundings, until she felt an irresistible force separating her body and soul.
Before she could even panic, she was pulled under the large peach tree.
A man dressed in a black and gold robe embroidered with beast and ghost patterns stood with his hands behind his back under a large peach tree.
He was born with extraordinary beauty and radiance, his complexion surpassing even the dawn of spring.
The crown's tassels hung down, giving it a dignified appearance.
Bitao quickly bowed and clasped her hands in greeting: "Greetings, Emperor Daju."
The Emperor of Fengdu waved his hand without saying a word, and directly took Bitao's soul into the large peach wood.
The canopy of the Great Peach Tree of Juntian covers a distance of three thousand miles, and its root system extends to all realms and traverses the netherworld.
As Bitao was plunged into darkness, she had the illusion that her soul was being crushed.
But in the blink of an eye, the area in front of her suddenly brightened, and she was taken to an unfamiliar street.
In an instant, a cacophony of noises erupted from all directions.
The streets were lined with vendors and crowded with people.
Countless eerie phosphorescent lights floated in the sky, like imprisoned stars, converging into a winding river of lights, or a vast, crisscrossing net that illuminated the entire Netherworld Fengdu with every detail, making it magnificent and eerie.
The streets beneath my feet stretched out in all directions, seemingly endless.
Bitao looked up along the river of lights and discovered that above her head, countless pavilions and towers of all kinds were suspended in mid-air, scattered like stars in the sky.
The bridges connecting these houses are all unique and winding, forming a magnificent and wondrous sight, a masterpiece of nature.
There was a constant stream of pedestrians coming and going on it.
The emaciated, gluttonous ghost, carrying a load several times his own size, trudged across the bridge, shouting, "Make way! Make way!"
A pale-faced "noble young master" leaned against the railing of a pavilion, gently waving a folding fan. Attendants on either side of him drooled as they stared at a street vendor carrying candy skewers shaped like skulls.
A gorgeously dressed, alluring female ghost, arm in arm with her arm around the shoulder, beckons to a handsome, armored patrolling ghost soldier.
The ghost soldiers had indifferent faces, taking it all for granted and turning a blind eye.
Instead, as they passed by Bitao, they all turned their heads and stared at her.
The gluttonous ghost carrying heavy loads passed by Bitao, and Bitao felt a tremor beneath her feet.
She looked down and found herself on the winding, crisscrossing suspension bridge street.
She stood beneath the suspended bridge, where countless floating streets, bathed in a dim light, resembled overlapping realms within realms, unrelated yet closely connected.
Even though Bitao was born in the heavenly palaces and towers, and spent her days traversing the rainbow bridges, she was still shocked and stunned by the scene before her.
There are no gloomy clouds or oppressive fog here, no towering swords or flickering ghost lights.
Standing amidst the peach blossoms, one can feel the chilling wind blowing in one's face, unlike the pure and refreshing air of the celestial realm, as if stepping into a magnificent and prosperous human world.
"Follow me." The Great Emperor of Fengdu appeared beside her at some point and took the lead.
Bitao quickly followed.
Without turning his head, the Emperor of Fengdu said to Bitao, "My two subordinates begged me to bring you here, saying that someone is going to be reincarnated tonight and they want you to see it with your own eyes."
The Emperor of Fengdu walked ahead and passed a fruit stall. Suddenly, some unknown beast on the sleeve of his imperial robe came to life, secretly reached out, and grabbed a fruit, trying to run away!
As a result, the stall owner who originally looked like he was just a young man suddenly rushed out from behind the stall. When Bitao looked closely, she realized that he was not a stall owner at all.
Instead, there were three, three... uh... little devils, stacked together like a human pyramid.
"Great Emperor! Great Emperor! Great Emperor!"
The three little ghosts shouted in unison, "Your soul-eating beast stole our Reincarnation Fruit again!"
"Give me the money!"
"Give me the money!"
"Give me the money!"
The soul-eating beast that had come back to life in the body of the Fengdu Emperor, stolen the fruit, and then shrunk back into itself, reappeared on his robe with golden embroidery, but now held a bright red fruit in its hand.
The mighty Emperor of Fengdu was stopped on the road by three little devils stacked together, who demanded money.
The three little devils, even stacked together, didn't reach the chest of the Emperor of Fengdu.
However, they were all "fearless of death," and the three of them, with six hands, all reached out towards Emperor Daju.
"Don't even think about leaving without paying!"
"How many times have you stolen this!"
"Making a living isn't easy for us either—"
The Emperor of Fengdu flicked up the sleeves of his wide robe and said, "No problem, no problem... I brought money today."
Then he turned around, grabbed Bitao, and ran away as fast as he could!
While Bitao was still in shock at the bizarre and magnificent prosperity of Fengdu, she was suddenly pulled along and ran wildly.
The only word to describe him is "speechless with astonishment".
As she was being dragged along, she saw the three little ghosts jumping up and down in anger.
But they were too small, their legs too short, and they couldn't keep up with the swift-footed Emperor Fengdu.
He was so angry that it looked like the heads of three Eastern Kings were bouncing on the ground.
Moreover, once the Emperor of Fengdu dragged Bitao away, the other stall owners who had previously appeared "decent" all revealed their true colors.
They all stepped forward, trying to stop the two men and demand money from the three kids.
Bitao was so shocked that her mouth gaped open, and her eyes were even bigger than Zhan Kui's.
The headless ghost couldn't find its way, so it held its non-existent head and turned around, looking around. Its body language seemed to say, "Where did it go?"
The demon rushed out from behind the stall carrying a fork, wearing only a bag that barely covered his lower body.
With two wisps of yin energy beneath his feet and webbed hands gripping the fork, he pointed at the Emperor of Fengdu and cursed, "You bullying a child again, you worthless thing who can't even give birth!"
Unfortunately, the Emperor of Fengdu blew a breath at him, and he fell flat on his back, almost getting stuck on his own fork.
She was a snake-bone woman, the most human-like of all the street vendors.
But she was covered in snake scales, with a graceful and alluring appearance, and held a giant snake in each hand. Her stall sold snake eggs. She didn't get up to help the child ghost chase people, but continuing the Yaksha ghost's words, she pursed her lips and muttered, "He can't have children at all. He's over ten thousand years old. Do you think any female ghost would want to be with him?"
She looked at Bitao again and exclaimed in shock, "Heavens! Where did the Emperor snatch this beautiful young woman from? She doesn't seem to be a ghost..."
Bitao was already being pulled away and rushed past.
But she could hear the snake-bone woman shouting at her, "Girl, don't get along with him! He's a eunuch! If you're with him, you'll be a widow. Don't be fooled by his respectable appearance!"
Bitao: "..." Good heavens, it seems I've heard something incredible.
However, before Bitao could even sigh, other ghosts soon blocked their path.
Without exception, no one could catch up with them.
The disheveled ghost, who wasn't quick enough to react, almost tripped over the gust of cold wind created by the two of them, and was so angry that his hair stood on end like needles.
With his hands on his hips, he cursed, "You still won't pay! Damn you, we'll tear your palace down one of these days!"
At this moment, a childbirth ghost, supporting her belly that was about to give birth but could never be born, emerged from behind what appeared to be a rouge stall, and laboriously bent over to touch the three crying child ghosts.
"Oh dear, oh dear, my darlings, let's ignore him. Tomorrow, I'll take you to Five Poison Mountain to pick some more to sell..."
A blood-stained ghost carrying a blood-red cloth bag sneered as he passed by: "If you can't have children of your own, don't go around claiming children for yourself..."
Bitao ran far away and could no longer hear what those people were saying.
The Emperor of Fengdu, pulling Bitao along, turned a corner and then rushed straight towards a broken bridge, leaping into the air—
In the blink of an eye, the peach blossoms fell onto another street.
The Emperor of Fengdu stopped at the corner of the street and released Bitao.
He straightened his imperial robes, then snatched the fruit that the Soul-Eating Beast had stolen and bitten off from his shoulder. Without caring that the fruit had been bitten by the Soul-Eating Beast, he didn't even bother to change the edge and put it to his mouth to gnaw on it.
While crunching away at the peach, he looked at it with his clear, bright eyes and smiled.
When he appeared in the celestial realm, his domineering aura as the Lord of the Underworld, which commanded the fear of all ghosts, had vanished. Now, all that remained of him was the demeanor of a street thug.
Fortunately, he's good-looking; otherwise, that smug expression would make you want to punch him in the head.
Bitao even doubted that the Emperor of Fengdu in front of her might be a fake.
However, the powerful force that pulled him into the giant peach wood and opened the entrance to Fengdu within it could not possibly be fake.
The Emperor of Fengdu seemed to find her blank stare extremely amusing.
I asked her, "Isn't Fengdu fun? I thought you would like it."
After all, throughout history, Bitao was the most outrageous and unrestrained celestial position that Daju had ever seen in the Nine Heavens.
She was the only female immortal who said he couldn't govern the underworld well, like "pooping in his pants."
Bitao cupped her hands in a gesture of respect to the Emperor of Fengdu: "...Fengdu is very interesting."
My apologies.
In the Nine Heavens Celestial Realm, the hierarchy is strict. When immortals meet, they must be mindful of appearances and address each other with proper etiquette, bowing and addressing each other by their celestial rank.
The Azure Emperor of the Immortal Realm is a rare sight, even opening his eyes or making a sound. How could he be like the Great Emperor of Fengdu, stealing fruit without paying? And it doesn't seem to be the first time!
"Let's go, your two fathers are waiting for you." The Emperor of Fengdu had already quickly finished eating a fruit.
After he finished speaking, he tilted his head to look at Bitao as he walked away, and asked her with great interest, "How come you recognized two ghost kings as your fathers?"
"you……"
He gestured with his hand to indicate the sky high above.
He said, "Don't immortals look down on the ghostly positions in the underworld?"
He found it difficult to twist his neck, so he simply walked backwards and talked to Bitao.
He had never spoken so many words to a celestial being in his entire life.
He rarely had the opportunity to go to the Heavenly Realm. If he did go, he would have to act profound, and besides, no immortal dared to speak to him.
Bitao instinctively reached out to bow in response, as this was a basic courtesy to her elders.
But when she raised it halfway and met the bright, childlike eyes of the Emperor of Fengdu, she put it back down.
Bitao said, "I grew up without parents and in the wild. The two ghost kings have raised me for eighteen years, which is as kind as a blade of grass in spring." Bitao said, "I should repay them in return."
The Emperor of Fengdu laughed.
At first she tried to control herself, but later she laughed so hard she had to hold her lower back.
It seems like the boy with the broken back who burned the peach for his father.
However, his laughter was quite pleasant, like the gentle murmur of a clear spring, melodious and soothing.
He said, "You're really funny!"
"They supported you because when you teleported back then, your immortal essence cracked, damaging your celestial soul... I heard that your immortal essence cracked because you flirted with the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Realm? You're even more lecherous than the lecherous ghosts of Fengdu!"
"You have no idea, you're quite famous in our underworld!"
"Oh right, you've lost your mind and forgotten about the competition, hahaha. And your friend... you know, that Zhu Mingxian Du, he's really mean. He's been making a scene, saying that Fang Ritu hit your head when he teleported."
"In the end, there was no other way but to send someone to take care of you for the time being."
"Who knew you'd win the game later, hahaha!"
The Emperor of Fengdu raised his hand, making a sword-finger gesture, pointing it at Bitao's chest: "That sword strike you gave the Crown Prince of Heaven was so satisfying!"
The Emperor of Fengdu speaks his mind without any logic whatsoever.
Bitao smiled too.
She laughed, mainly because...it was so absurd.
Both the Emperor of Fengdu and the Underworld were far different from what she had imagined.
The Emperor of Fengdu, accompanied by Bitao, passed through two sparsely populated streets and jumped down several levels to the right.
The light grew dimmer, and the noise and bustle faded away like the distant tolling of a bell.
Standing at the end of this street, I finally saw a magnificent building that seemed to reach the sky and soar into the clouds.
The building was made of some unknown material, resembling both stone and iron, and was dark and lusterless.
The two people looked down along the bridge railing and saw the entrance to the building.
A heavy black plaque with gold lettering hangs high above the eaves, bearing three large characters: Jiuyou Palace.
The calligraphy is bold and unrestrained, exuding a wild and soaring spirit!
The Emperor of Fengdu was about to jump down with Bitao.
Then, as if remembering something, she stopped and said with ill intent, "Back then, no one was willing to take on the task of supporting you, and Bai Duo was chosen by drawing lots."
“You were so naughty when you were little that he had to take on the role of the Immortal Master, and he tried to kill you by throwing you to the ground or suffocating you several times, you know that?”
Bitao: "..." She actually had some memories.
But the beautiful family bonds overshadowed those memories.
She's not dead, is she?
The Emperor of Fengdu winked at Bitao and said, "You're still so generous to them, giving away millions of merits so easily."
"The two ghost kings directly made your merits enough to become Yama, the King of Hell. Do you know how envious all the ghosts in the underworld are?"
They all want to go to the celestial realm and adopt a celestial being as their daughter.
"Hey, if you ask me, you shouldn't go to the competition. Or you can call me Daddy, okay?"
“I’ll go talk to that old relic Qingming in the Heavenly Realm and have him directly appoint you as my successor.”
"When you come to the Underworld, the emperor will be far away and you won't have to be on duty in the celestial realm all day long. Look at Fengdu, it's so much better than that blindingly white Heaven where everyone behaves in a proper manner."
"Wouldn't being the Emperor of Fengdu be much more carefree and enjoyable than being an immortal in the Heavenly Realm?"
Bitao thought to herself, "That's right, they specifically steal fruit from children."
There was still juice from the fruit he was eating on his lips. Although Bitao knew that Emperor Daju was tens of thousands of years old, he really... looked too much like a young boy who hadn't even grown any hair yet.
Is this what it means to return to simplicity?
Even though it was in a place beyond the Heavenly Realm's supervision, the Great Emperor of Luofeng Mountain had his body possessed.
"How about it?" Da Ju still genuinely wanted to be Bi Tao's father.
Bitao simply didn't know what expression to make.
She raised her hand, preparing to offer a greeting and try to gloss over the matter.
The main hall was not far from them. Having seen her two fathers, they figured the Great Emperor of Luofeng Mountain would stop demanding to be her father.
But before Bitao could even raise her hand and speak, an old woman with a full head of white hair suddenly rushed out from the side of the alley and hugged Emperor Luofengshan tightly.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I love you! When will you marry me?"
Following closely behind the old woman, a beautiful woman appeared and blocked the way for the Emperor of Fengdu.
"You heartless lover, I've already sewed up the undergarment, with mandarin ducks playing in the water, just waiting for you to come to me, but day and night I've waited so long my eyes are dry..."
The old woman, with her full head of white hair, wrinkled face, and no limbs below the waist, was an old woman formed from yin energy. Although her appearance was old, her eyes were clear and bright, so bright that they were almost captivating.
With her eyes sparkling and her voice tinged with coquettishness, she wrapped her arms around Emperor Luofengshan's neck and planted a big kiss on his face.
Not to be outdone, the beautiful woman kissed the other side of the Emperor of Fengdu's cheek.
The Great Emperor, who had just been thinking of acknowledging his daughter, froze.
Then, as he dispersed the ghostly aura, he yelled at Bitao, who was still raising her hands to bow politely, "Why are you so clueless, kid!"
"Run! It's a pervert!"
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