Chapter 1582: Chapter 963: Love Is a Blade That Slices Flesh (2)

Bright pearls scorch brightly, the flow of white light.

Fang Geyu lowered her eyes emotionlessly at the wine glass in Baili An’s fingertips, raising her hand to gently take it.

The golden cup entered her hand, instantly transforming into quicksand and scattering from her fingertips.

She said blandly: "Something I wanted a moment ago, now I don’t want it anymore. Tell me, what should I do?"

Seeing this resistant and cold appearance, Baili An gently squinted his eyes and stepped forward again.

A calm posture carrying an inexplicable aggressive intent.

Over the past three years, Fang Geyu sealed away her seven emotions, and her body seemed to have stopped growing accordingly, naturally not getting taller.

She was half a head shorter than Baili An.

Her high nose bridge nearly touched Baili An’s chin.

Yet Fang Geyu did not step back even half a step; perhaps sensing the compelling intent in Baili An’s aura, she coldly lifted her eyes.

Her pitch-black pupils materialized this time into a solid-gold form, the pupil lines contracting into two sharp, straight lines, like some cold-blooded creature’s vertical pupils.

The lightly colored cherry lips of the girl seemed to be accentuated with vermilion ink by an invisible brush, becoming increasingly vivid, as if a pure female immortal suddenly fell into the Demon Path.

Her smile on the face gradually became wicked and heartless: "You asked me earlier what else I want. If I want the heart of your seven emotions and six desires to nourish me, to grow me, would you be willing?"

The changes in her eyes happened in an instant.

Fang Geyu seemed to have become another person.

Through the bright pearl glass light, Baili An’s blood-red tearful eyes clearly reflected her face and figure.

Moreover, he clearly perceived the soul exchange beneath this beautiful girl facade.

At this moment, standing in front of him, smiling softly, the girl with rich entangled seven emotions and six desires, her voice carrying a strange and decadent wickedness.

If it was said that the one standing in front of him just a moment ago was the emotion-sealed, unfamiliar-eyed Fang Geyu.

Then now, the one before his eyes had already become another person.

True Ancestor Evil God!

That ’Taboo’ within the Ten Directions Sword!

Compared to the isolated and world-detached Fang Geyu.

At this moment, her golden sacred vertical pupils held greed, anger, obsession, hate, love, evil, desire—five poisons, six desires, seven emotions, eight sufferings, nine difficulties.

The strong desires of the great red dust were all vividly and excellently displayed in these golden eyes like strokes of strong colors.

She feeds upon the lines of worldly emotions!

Looking at Baili An, her gaze conveyed an overwhelming ambition, a greedy appetite.

Seeing this scene, Fang You suddenly seemed to understand what was happening.

Feeling as if his heart was suddenly enveloped by frost, a thread of fear arose, his fingers pale as they clutched the deformed wine glass.

He did not expect the loss of composure to progress towards such a ruinous, uncontrolled direction.

Who exactly is that young man; merely by his aura getting close, it was able to prompt such a strong change in Fang Geyu.

Causing her emotions to spiral out of control in an instant, allowing the True Ancestor Evil God to seize an opportunity.

Letting her taste a bit of ’sweetness’, turning host into guest, completely occupying her body.

In those eyes, there was indeed not a trace of Fang Geyu’s soul left.

Baili An saw it all clearly, his gaze deep and blood-red, yet showing no concern or panic whatsoever.

He slightly raised his eyebrow, surprisingly calmly asking: "How do you intend to take my heart of seven emotions and six desires to feed you?"

’Fang Geyu’ giggled silly, retrieving a golden cup filled with wine from the table again, offering it towards Baili An:

"There’s a saying that wine is the source of all desires, why don’t you offer me a cup first, then I’ll slowly explain it to you in detail..."

The dangerous and ambiguous words hadn’t fully escaped her lips before Baili An coolly tilted back that cup of wine, pouring the liquid into his mouth.

Then he made a move that shocked everyone.

He dominantly and forcefully cupped Fang Geyu’s nape and kissed down hard!

At the moment Baili An captured those soft, icy lips, he paid no mind to the shocked exclamations behind him.

Decisively and directly, his supple, agile tongue ventured out, pushing apart a slightly trembling yet already soft set of teeth.

Cool liquor, crisp as spring water, flowed between Fang Geyu’s lips and teeth.

The girl’s snowy white, beautiful neck line gently writhed, forced to swallow mouthfuls of that cool, crisp wine.

Those sharp pupils, golden and sacred, instantly grew unfocused as if they would melt away.

This kiss came without warning and was exceedingly fierce, filled with a sense of invasion.

Even the True Ancestor had no reaction, only feeling waves of dizziness through her body, and a strange reaction in her legs and waist.

Weakness!

Incredibly unsteady, wanting to collapse out of his embrace.

Yet Fang Geyu’s slender waist was tightly clamped under his grasp.

Amid Fang You’s intake of breath, Baili An fiercely kicked over the table behind Fang Geyu, pressing her down onto the wide chair.

Baili An’s breath stirred the small iron box beneath her neck, the fine white legs of a spider desperately scraping at the thick cocoon, as if wanting to break free.

’Fang Geyu’s eyes grew even more unfocused, with severe oxygen deprivation in her chest, her eye corners turning red and moist, like peach blossoms shrouded in fog, hazy and soft.

After delivering a mouthful of wine, Baili An finally mercifully let her go.

He acted as if nothing had happened, standing calmly with his arms crossed under the shocked silence of the crowd, looking down at the True Ancestor Evil God he had intoxicated with his own lips.

The True Ancestor Evil God felt extreme desecration from such an impudent gaze, wanting to stand up in great anger.

But found her limbs weak and powerless, the chair beneath her seeming slick with oil, offering no support.

Her arm barely propped up before it slackly slipped down, like an exquisite puppet with cut strings.

She could only slump onto the large chair completely mismatched to her body.

Baili An looked at her golden irises, seemingly melting like sugar in water, utterly devoid of majesty.

He sneered disdainfully, slowly leaning down, intentionally letting his lips graze the vivid red mole beneath her earlobe, and whispered:

"How could the True Ancestor, who feasts on six desires, be so clumsy, using Fang Geyu’s body that’s a weakling to alcohol, how dare you let me feed you wine?

Even with your great abilities, do you not find yourself being manipulated freely by me now?"

The Evil God True Ancestor had never been subjected to such contempt and humiliation.

She lifted her gaze in resentment, but her vision was all a dizzy blur.

The fierce glare she intended lost its ferocity, instead resembling a small cat forced to drink wine, eyes full of wetness, futilely puffing up fur in defiance.

Fang You, seeing the True Ancestor Evil God knocked out by just a glass of wine, looked as if he’d been hit by ten wild oxen, utterly shocked.

He stood with his mouth agape, heart full of anxious unease, thinking that once the drunkenness passed, Shifang City would face the terrifying wrathful retribution of the True Ancestor Evil God.

But before this worry could take root, Baili An had already scooped up ’Fang Geyu’.

In full view of the public eye, standing in front of the highest seat, looking at the dumbstruck group of suitors.

Baili An said calmly: "Regarding entering this family, that can easily be arranged, and I can appease her desires for keeping a lover.

However, I’m not as agreeable as Immortal Lord Mu; if Miss Fang wishes to keep lovers aside from me, I’d be quite offended."

Situ Ye was the first to react, realizing this commoner was declaring his claim over them all.

How could anyone endure this!

He sprang up in furious rage: "You damned cut-sleeve! What are you pretending for! I see you are..."

Baili An nonchalantly raised his eyes, two fire embers simmering in his pupils, like the other shore, two demonic flowers blooming fiery red.

Situ Ye’s foot suddenly seared, glancing down to see a River of Hell roiling beneath him, countless bone hands burned by fire reaching to grab him, attempting to drag him into Hell.

Situ Ye’s eyes bulged, letting out a ghostly scream, his legs going weak, collapsing under the terror of the Yellow Spring’s deathly aura.

In his eyes, Baili An strode leisurely from the Hell River’s shore, cradling a drunken girl, looking at the pale-faced Situ Ye and the other colorless suitors:

"If any of you wish to vie for the position of Third Miss of Shifang City’s lover, you’re welcome to try.

But at that time, I will surely shatter every bone in your bodies, for... I’m not as gentlemanly as Mu Yunye."