Feng's brows furrowed almost into a knot, yet she still didn't turn to look at her. Although the gates of the Blissful Heaven were unguarded, several followers were coming and going in the courtyard. Normally, no Netherworld Celestials would appear within a radius of several dozen meters of the Blissful Heaven, so it was already strange that Ning Xian would chase Feng here. But the fact that Lady Feng wasn't her usual cold and arrogant self, but instead had her brows furrowed, was even more puzzling. However, the affairs of these two important figures were naturally none of their business, and since Ning Xian hadn't even stepped into the gates of the Blissful Heaven, they certainly couldn't "handle" it.
"Hey, I've said so many nice things, would it kill you to give me a response?"
So those were called "good words"?
Feng finally turned around, but her expression remained arrogant—no, even more arrogant and cold than usual, as if she had no intention of saying another word to her. "What do you want now?"
"We're all so familiar with each other now, don't be so cold, right?"
Seeing her put on that "good brother" smile again, Feng raised an eyebrow, intending to ignore her and turn to leave, but her sleeve was firmly grabbed.
"Wait, wait, wait, you really have no patience. You have to let people finish what they have to say."
This time, Feng refused to turn her head, only glancing coldly at her, "Why aren't you with your husband? Why are you bothering me instead of leaving him here?"
Ning Xian was taken aback, and he also frowned, his smile fading, and asked with an extremely serious expression, "Feng, are you jealous?"
Feng just rolled her eyes at her with disdain, pulled out her sleeve and left. She had nothing to say to this woman!
"Hey hey hey~~ Feng, I'm not joking anymore, just let me finish!" She simply grabbed Feng's waist and wouldn't let go. The Blissful Heaven Cult members inside the gate a dozen meters in front of them and the Netherworld Heaven Cult members dozens of meters behind them all stared wide-eyed, as if their eyeballs were about to pop out—what the heck is going on?!
Feng struggled stiffly for a moment, but couldn't break free. Ning Xian, like an octopus with its tentacles, simply used both legs as well, clinging on relentlessly.
"You! Let go!"
"I won't let go!"
"Let go!"
"I won't let you go! Unless you agree to my demands—"
Feng's body seemed to be burning with cold flames, and he said with a gloomy face, "Say what you have to say quickly!"—After you finish speaking, get to where you are!
"—Be my lover!!"
Be my lover!
A bolt of lightning struck from a clear sky, followed by a deafening rumble of thunder. The icy flames surrounding Feng abruptly receded, and he stood there stunned for a moment before unleashing a raging inferno. Ning Xian, clinging to him, was nearly roasted alive, letting out a few cries of "Ouch!" and leaping away. The surrounding followers, who had been watching the unfolding events closely, shook their heads at the sight, thinking to themselves: "Lord Jialing is truly too brave… Even the Left Envoy of the Wood Sect wouldn't dare covet Lord Feng, yet she dared to set her sights on him?"
Ning Xian pitifully blew on her hands, which were almost burned, and when she looked up, she saw the person in front of her burning with rage... That cold, icy gaze looked down on the world, as if it wanted to tear her, this blasphemer, to pieces—it seemed that only when she was courting death and had reached the King of Hell would she remember that this person who always looked cold and arrogant was once the "human butcher's knife"...
"Uh... Feng, let's talk this out. If being my lover makes you feel bad, I promise it's only temporary. One day I'll definitely make you my official wife—Wow! Don't get excited, okay, let's not talk about this today. Even if we can't be lovers, let's still be friendly. Don't ruin our relationship. Let's talk another day, another day..."
She got off to a bad start and failed in her first battle, but she'll come back again!
Chapter 31 Night Raid on the Beauty
Back in the courtyard, she heard voices coming from Ci Sheng's room. She was slightly surprised, as it seemed that Ci Sheng had rarely interacted with others since arriving in the Netherworld.
She leaned over Cisheng's window, popped inside, and called out, "Cisheng, do you have a guest...?"
The two people in the room turned to look at her at the same time. Ci Sheng was standing in front of the table pouring tea, while the other person sitting in front of the table... how could it be Bai Mo?
"...Excuse me, you two continue your conversation."
"Ning Xian!" Bai Mo suddenly stood up, and Ci Sheng also walked to the window and smiled lightly, "Left Envoy Mu has already arranged accommodations for Young Master Bai. He came to say hello. Since you weren't here, I entertained him." He spoke naturally and casually, as if he were someone close to her, helping her to greet a visiting friend.
This feeling made Bai Mo uncomfortable. This man, who didn't belong to the Demonic Sect and was as gentle and refined as a chrysanthemum, always seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally separating him from Ning Xian. At home, he genuinely decided to treat Ning Xian as family and be good to her. Why was he not "family" here, but just an "outsider"?
He walked to the window and said earnestly to Ning Xian, "Ning Xian, go home. A woman shouldn't stay in a place like this."
“The ‘place’ you’re talking about is where I grew up.”
Ning Xian wasn't unaware of his earnestness and concern, but unfortunately, they were simply "different on a different level." His concepts of "right," "wrong," "should," and "shouldn't" were completely different from hers. To her, his earnestness and insistence on things were utterly tedious!
Bai Mo clenched his fist. Ning Xian's meaning was clear, but he had once said he would take care of her. A promise is a promise; he couldn't let her continue to degenerate in the Demonic Sect!
"Ning Xian, if I can't change your mind, I'll change this demonic sect!"
"..." Ning Xian took a little time to think about the meaning of those words. After she finished thinking, she forced a stiff smile. "Ah, good luck."
...It seems that people who are too serious can easily become pedantic.
There's really nothing to say to this person.
"Ci Sheng, I'm tired and need to go back to my room to rest. As for Young Master Bai, just give him a quick greeting and send him back." Ning Xian's words were enough to make anyone furious, but Ci Sheng just smiled gently, as if she hadn't heard the rudeness in her words, and replied, "Okay, I know."
Ning Xian gradually began to feel that making Ci Sheng as a friend was incredibly worthwhile!
She went back to her room, saying she was coming back to rest, which wasn't a lie. Although it was still early, she had important business to attend to that evening.
Meanwhile, in Ci Sheng's room, he walked back to the table, about to refill Bai Mo's teapot, but when he lifted it, it was already empty. He smiled calmly and gently, his tone still polite, and asked, "Would Young Master Bai like another pot of tea?" It seemed that as long as Bai Mo didn't leave, he would stay with him forever, with inexhaustible time and patience.
Bai Mo's feelings about this person were vague. He was different from everyone else here; one glance was enough to tell he was not from a gangster family. The tranquility he possessed could only have been cultivated in an ordinary and peaceful life. Although his family wasn't wealthy, they were well-off, and the gang was peaceful and harmonious. And he was, as everyone knew, the good-natured and kind-hearted second young master.
Bai Mo, raised in a merchant family, could see through such a background at a glance, but he couldn't see through the man himself. It was as if there was a veil behind this facade, blurry and indistinct, making it impossible to see what lay behind it. He gave a slight bow and said, "No, I have already disturbed you for a long time. Thank you for your hospitality, I will take my leave."
"Young Master Bai, please take care. I apologize for not seeing you off further."
...
The night was deep, and all was quiet, yet some people were still restless.
The moon was like a silver plate, but a dark shadow moved swiftly along the shadow under the eaves, like a night owl, and disappeared in a flash.
A window moved slightly, opening a crack before quickly closing again.