As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San's five fingers suddenly tightened and pinched hard.
"that..."
Zhu Zhuqing's delicate body trembled, and her legs subconsciously came together. Her breathing became rapid, and her body rose and fell violently with her panting. The zipper of her black leather jacket had unknowingly broken slightly, revealing a hint of white.
Veins bulged on Dai Mubai's forehead, and the pressure of the White Tiger Martial Spirit overflowed uncontrollably. However, when his soul power touched the Shura divine power lingering around Tang San, it melted like ice and snow and dissipated instantly.
His fists were clenched so tightly that they made a creaking sound, but when he thought of Tang San's terrifying strength and the heavy responsibility of inheriting the throne of God, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Yes, when did Dai Mubai become so cowardly? He didn't even have the courage to face Tang San.
"I...I'm going out to get some fresh air."
Dai Mubai's voice was terribly hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. He turned around abruptly, lifted the curtain, and strode out.
Night fell quietly, the cold wind howled, and the icy night wind blew into his collar, but it could not extinguish the anger burning in his chest.
Under the hazy moonlight, Dai Mubai stared at his own shadow on the ground. The black shadow twisted violently, as if roaring silently.
"Third brother..." He gritted his teeth and growled in his heart, "I hope you'll consider that we were once brothers... and not go too far... At least... at least give me some face..."
However, just as he was struggling internally, a charming cry suddenly came from the tent.
"ah--"
Dai Mubai's body suddenly stiffened and his pupils shrank.
Inside the tent, Tang San's right hand had already slid down Zhu Zhuqing's delicate body, and his five fingers fiercely pinched her snow-white long legs.
"Hmm..." Zhu Zhuqing trembled all over, and she jumped up as if she had been electrocuted, and her delicate body hit Tang San's chest heavily.
Her cheeks flushed instantly, her black cat-ear hair accessory tilted to one side, her eyes were hazy and charming, and her fingers painted with dark purple nail polish scratched Tang San's back unconsciously.
"Are you so eager to throw yourself into my arms?" Tang San laughed softly, his white hair falling down and brushing against Zhu Zhuqing's sensitive earlobe, making her feel weak all over.
Outside the tent, the crunching sound of soil being stepped on could be clearly heard - Dai Mubai was obviously still standing at the door and had not left.
The smile on Tang San's lips deepened, and he deliberately raised his voice: "Zhu Qing, do you think Third Brother is handsome?"
As he spoke, Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld Cat Soul Seal glowed with an eerie purple light under the moonlight.
"Handsome... Third Brother is..." Before Zhu Zhuqing could finish her words, Tang San's thumb had already heavily crushed her soul seal. The strong soul power impact made her instantly stand on tiptoe, and a sweet whimper escaped from her throat.
HerTrembling, but unable to break free, she could only hug Tang San's neck tightly, her voice filled with tears, "The most handsome... um... man..."
"Sizzle—"
The sound of tearing cloth suddenly rang out, and Tang San tore off Zhu Zhuqing's two torn black stockings with one hand. The sound of the cloth tearing was particularly harsh in the silent night, and startled the crows roosting outside the tent.
Zhu Zhuqing pursed her red lips shyly. When Tang San's cold fingers touched her Nether Cat Blood again, the black cat tail martial spirit appeared uncontrollably, and the soft fur brushed across Tang San's face.
"Dai Mubai... is still outside..." Her remaining sanity made her say this in tears.
Tang San bit Zhu Zhuqing's burning earlobe and said in a low, playful voice, "Let him hear it. Anyway, you have long been my woman, Tang San..."
Outside the tent, there was a sudden sound of violent trampling on the soil, followed by the dull thud of a heavy object hitting a tree trunk.
The next second, the crisp sound of cloth tearing suddenly rang out in the tent. Tang San's slender fingers clasped Zhu Zhuqing's leather jacket, and divine power flowed through his fingertips.
"Swish--" The black leather jacket split in the middle and slid to both sides like silk cut by a sharp blade.
Zhu Zhuqing's snow-white skin shone with a pearly luster under the soul guide lamp, and her white lace gauze dress was almost transparent.
"Third brother, don't..."
Zhu Zhuqing instinctively crossed her arms, her long black hair scattered on the camp blanket, the cat ear hair accessories had long disappeared, and the red corners of her eyes made her look like a frightened kitten.
Tang San's pale fingers stroked the area just below her collarbone, where a pale purple cat's paw-shaped mark was growing hot.
"Zhuqing..." Tang San's white hair fell down as he leaned over, sending tiny tickles across Zhu Zhuqing's chest. He extended his scarlet tongue and slowly licked her lower lip, dark desire surging in his blue-gold pupils. "I'm a little bit thinking about it..."
Zhu Zhuqing turned her head away in shame, but offered her snow-white body forward: "No...it's okay..."
Her nail-dyed toes curled up, with a piece of black silk still hanging from her ankle. "Third brother wants to replenish his divine power... so..."
Before he finished speaking, his voice brushed past the corner of Tang San's mouth.