Chapter 1791 - 1667: Pleasure
Tightly hugging Mu Pingping, they fell onto the soft grass below, and a sound of clothing being torn filled the air.
A silk sash was flung high and floated gently in the wind.
Devouring Sky Pearl.
It once devoured the blood of countless Divine Demon Beasts in the Cultivation World—ferocious, domineering, masculine, exceedingly vicious and brutal—a Heaven and Earth Treasure that even Ye Qingfeng couldn’t fully control.
Mu Pingping’s skin was delicate, smooth as mutton fat jade, mirroring a peerless quality. Ye Qingfeng’s domineering caresses were gentle and smoothed over it, enamored.
At this moment, Ye Qingfeng was just like any other man, overwhelmed by primal desire, while suppressing the Devouring Sky Pearl, he indulged passionately.
The only difference was that Ye Qingfeng was evidently more vigorous and enduring.
One hour later.
The battle on the mountaintop gradually ceased, and Ye Qingfeng’s gaze returned to clarity.
He could feel that the Devouring Sky Pearl had quieted down, completely subdued.
Ye Qingfeng rose and donned his Black Robe, then pulled out a set of his previous white shirt from his Space Ring and handed it to Mu Pingping.
At this moment, Mu Pingping lightly bit her silver teeth, her mind blank, her eyes filled with confusion, grievance, pain, shyness, discomfort... a mix of emotions!
Ye Qingfeng draped the clothes over Mu Pingping, covering her fair skin like jade.
"Why?" At this time, Mu Pingping spoke, her voice trembling slightly.
Ye Qingfeng did not answer, his eyes were very calm.
Silence.
Mu Pingping looked up, staring into Ye Qingfeng’s eyes.
This man appeared so calm, inside her heart, she didn’t know how she felt, tears slowly wetting her eyes.
"No, I can’t cry!"
For some reason, a sudden stubbornness rose within Mu Pingping’s heart, unwilling to bow before this man, the tears kept circling in her eyes but never fell.
"Tell me why you won’t speak? Are you afraid?" Mu Pingping’s voice was slightly excited.
"I don’t need to explain anything, from now on, you are my woman, I will grant you what you deserve."
Ye Qingfeng spoke very calmly.
As if everything was only natural.
"Grant?"
Tears swirled in her eyes, Mu Pingping couldn’t believe Ye Qingfeng would say such words.
This man was too indifferent!
Did he think he was an emperor high up?
"Who cares about your grant!"
Mu Pingping became excited, her tears couldn’t be held back anymore and slid down directly.
She felt a wave of grievance, tears flowed profusely, but she didn’t want Ye Qingfeng to see, stood up, wrapped tightly in Ye Qingfeng’s shirt, and wanted to run away.
Ye Qingfeng coldly stood in place.
Suddenly, Mu Pingping stopped her steps, turned back, staring sadly at Ye Qingfeng and said: "Tell me truthfully, were you influenced by something just now, forced?"
That icy cold aura, Mu Pingping remembered it vividly, cold and chilling, that bloody gaze, terrifying.
Perhaps Ye Qingfeng was... forced.
"No."
With these two words from Ye Qingfeng, Mu Pingping’s delicate body trembled, her heart utterly despaired.
This man was indeed a true Demon.
She was nothing but a tool to vent his desires.
Mu Pingping knew, although she was a bit pretty, with Ye Qingfeng’s capabilities, he certainly wasn’t lacking women.
"I’ll send you back to Huaxia, I’ll take care of the Mountain River Sect for you." Ye Qingfeng said calmly.
"No need! Since you saved me, consider this my repayment to you. From now on, you and I owe nothing!" Mu Pingping’s small face turned icy cold.
She resolutely turned, directly running towards the mountain.
Expression was very cold.
When she was gradually out of sight, Mu Pingping suddenly burst into tears like a downpour, she thought Ye Qingfeng could no longer see her, but unfortunately, under Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense, everything was clear.
Ye Qingfeng’s expression remained indifferent.
Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense enveloped the entire mountain peak, memorizing Mu Pingping’s rain-soaked appearance deep into his mind.
Ye Qingfeng’s gaze slightly moved, he unexpectedly summoned the Futu Sword and left on the sword.
Mu Pingping suddenly looked up, gazing at the long rainbow crossing the sky, her heart suddenly trembled.
He’s gone!
This man, indeed was so indifferent!
...
Ye Qingfeng went to the Dark Force once, and then immediately left Europe on the Flying Sword.
Huaxia.
Ye Qingfeng flew swiftly, only his Futu Sword could enable such long-distance flight, directly flying from Europe back to Huaxia.
Southeast Region of the Eastern Base, Ye Qingfeng flew to an ordinary village.
A two-story house appeared before Ye Qingfeng, and he pushed the door open, heading into the courtyard.
In the courtyard, there was a middle-aged woman, facing away from Ye Qingfeng as she weeded.
"Mom, it’s time to eat."
A clear voice came from inside the house, the middle-aged woman stood up and suddenly saw Ye Qingfeng, her body trembled immediately.
"Immortal, Immortal Lord!"
This woman was Ling Yanchen’s mother, the one bewitched by the Moon Worship Sect.
At this moment, her eyes wide, staring at Ye Qingfeng in shock, as if struck by lightning.
Immortal?
Ye Qingfeng laughed silently. "Immortal Lord, you, why have you come, Immortal Lord’s grand visit, this is wonderful!" Ling Yanchen’s mother was too excited, stammering, not knowing what to say.
"Mom, it’s time to eat, stop weeding." The clear, melodious voice sounded again.
"Yan Chen, Yan Chen, come out quickly, Immortal Lord is here, come out quickly!" Ling Yanchen’s mother said excitedly.
"Immortal Lord? Mom, what are you talking about, there’s no Immortal Lord..." a delicate and charming woman walked out, surprised.
Walking to the doorway, her delicate body trembled, she was stunned.
"Ye, Ye Qingfeng?"
"What, not welcoming?" Ye Qingfeng’s smile was calm.
"Welcome, welcome, I’m just surprised, didn’t expect you’d appear." Ling Yanchen’s eyes revealed a series of smiles.
"Well, I just came to see you." Ye Qingfeng said directly.
Poof!
Ling Yanchen’s delicate face blushed instantly, surprised Ye Qingfeng would say such words.
"Ah, let’s stop talking, let’s go in quickly, you can stay for dinner." Ling Yanchen’s mother spoke out with a bright smile.
"Oh, right, Brother Feng, we’re having dinner, would you join us?" Ling Yanchen said, her face a bit red.
"No need, I have something to discuss with you; let’s talk outside."
Ye Qingfeng led Ling Yanchen away, walked along a small path for more than ten meters, arriving at a field ridge.