Tang Dynasty Bandits

Chapter 267 Playing with fire and burning yourself
Kao Yu-di reclines on the chaise lounge, perfectly displaying her exquisite and curvaceous figure in the moonlight.

An unintentional hook beneath the bright red pomegranate skirt reveals bare, white, tender jade feet, like delicate lotus sprouts, with exquisite arches and a rich, sweet fragrance.

Half-hidden, half-revealed, it's incredibly alluring.

She came without shoes or socks.

The night breeze blew in through the window, lifting You Di's clothes and revealing a bright red dot on her wrist, a mark of virginity.

"What a shameless slut."

Zhu Wen pondered this in his heart, but he had to admit that the woman's beauty was captivating.

What men find most irresistible is a charming and seductive woman.

Moreover, You Di has practiced the Demonic Sect's age-preserving technique, so her face and skin look like a twenty-year-old girl, with a mature and charming allure, yet she exudes the charm of a young married woman.

The same applies to a body that has never experienced true love. Though the waist is slender, the breasts are full; at first glance, the girl appears thin, but upon closer inspection, she is plump like a woman.

Zhu Wen's former lover, Tian Jun, was tall, fit, and beautiful, with a full bust and shapely hips—a true beauty. But compared to You Di, she seemed too young.

No wonder Li Yi was so infatuated with her, completely obsessed.

When scholars say that beautiful women are the cause of trouble, they are often trying to deflect blame from men.

However, there are also many cunning women who are destined to cause trouble, cultivating a bewitching and seductive charm to captivate people and find ultimate pleasure in manipulating hearts.

"Your Great Xia Dragon Sparrow sword is an unparalleled treasure. Tonight, the moonlight is bright and clear. It would be wonderful for me and you, my beloved Liangyu, to admire this treasure together under the moon."

As she spoke, Youdi pulled out a small glass jar from somewhere, which was already filled with fine wine.

Yu Di raised his cup to invite the bright moon, and the moonlight flowed into the wine, emitting an amber glow, as if the moonlight had melted into it.

The wine was poured into her fiery red lips, which curled slightly. After the wine was finished, the beauty's lips parted slightly, and a drop of wine still clung to the corner of her lips, crystal clear, reflecting the moonlight and stirring up all sorts of fantasies.

"You've already had a knife to your throat, and you still think the reward isn't enough?"

Zhu Wen said in a cold voice.

"Things happened hastily then, and things weren't clear. How about enjoying the wine under the bright moon and gentle breeze?" You Di said, her tongue swirling as she swished a drop of wine from her lips into her mouth. At that moment, her expression was captivatingly alluring.

Every muscle and every feature is exquisitely beautiful; this is the kind of stunning beauty described here.

Despite You Di's current posture, Zhu Wen remained completely baffled as to her intentions.

This woman has always enjoyed playing cat and mouse games, but how come she's still so relaxed even though she's on her own turf?

As for those who have taken a liking to me and want to seduce me in order to cooperate...

Zhu Wen thought to himself, putting aside our previous grudges, do I, Zhu Wen, look like someone who is easy to control?
Even Yang Xingmi couldn't seduce You Di, so if you think you can win me over with your beauty, you're underestimating my character.

When the enemy tells you to do something, it's best not to do it.

Even though Zhu Wen himself put the knife in there, he is still somewhat suspicious.

However, Zhu Wen's skills were not as good as You Di's. He only had a short knife and did not know the details of his opponent, so he was naturally hesitant to act rashly.

After a fight, people would naturally come. But You Di was so calm and composed, as if he was confident that he could capture Zhu Wen before the main reinforcements arrived.

Could it be that she's already planted her people within the manor, and now this young master is about to be besieged on his own turf? All her coquettish gestures are just a delaying tactic, a way to buy time. Saying she's offering a sword is just a way to make him hesitant to take it, so that when he's truly surrounded and attacked, he'll be too slow?

Thinking of this, Zhu Wen wondered if he should follow You Di's advice and take out the precious sword so that he could rely on it.

"My lord's lack of courtesy is truly disappointing."

You Di pouted, suddenly revealing a rare girlish coquettishness, just like a little girl complaining and whining to her lover.

"Since that's the case, we'll have no choice but to ask Zhu Lang for a hand!"

She giggled sweetly, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with spring, her gaze alluring and seductive, capable of bewitching the souls of ordinary men.

Her slender waist twisted beneath her pomegranate-red skirt, yet her attack was brimming with deadly intent.

Zhu Wen saw a silver light, like a swallow in flight, shoot out from You Diluo's sleeve and rush straight towards his face.

He quickly dodged and headed towards the tricolor cabinet.

The silver light suddenly turned in mid-air, as if it had eyes, and chased after Zhu Wen.

Zhu Wen dodged again at the last possible moment, and the silver light crashed into the tricolor cabinet with a bang.

Why is it called the Sancai Cabinet? It turns out it's a piece of furniture in the style of Tang Dynasty Sancai (three-color glazed pottery). First, the clay parts were fired, then coated with three-color lead glaze, and finally assembled. When hit by You Di's hidden weapon, the Sancai Cabinet shattered instantly, sending shards of pottery flying everywhere.

Zhu Wen dodged the incoming pottery shards and then saw clearly that the hidden weapon was actually a flying swallow silver shuttle. This kind of hidden weapon can rely on subtle force to make it spin in the air after being launched.

You Di must have foreseen that when Zhu Wen retreated, he would subconsciously move towards the sancai cabinet, so he exerted his force in that direction beforehand.

If Zhu Wen hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been hit squarely by that Flying Swallow Silver Shuttle and lost half his life.

Amidst a pile of broken pottery shards, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword lay quietly, its blade emitting a faint red glow that felt so familiar and reliable to Zhu Wen.

Zhu Wen grabbed the knife.

If the witch launches another hidden weapon, having a long weapon in hand will at least make it easier to parry.

"Good brother, after listening to my words, you have finally brought out the treasured sword!" You Di clapped her hands with a charming smile, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the long sword in Zhu Wen's hand: "The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, renowned throughout the capital, is truly an unparalleled divine weapon!"

She was older than Zhu Wen, and when she called him "good brother," it was clearly an act of pretending to be young, yet it had a captivating charm that went straight to the heart.

With a flick of her pale yellow sleeve, more than ten silk threads swept towards Zhu Wen's face.

When Zhu Wen first passed through Chengde on his way to Mount Tai, he had already witnessed Qi Kerang's mistress, A Qing, using silk threads to attack people. Therefore, he was not surprised. With a sweep of his blade, he used the divine sharpness of his precious sword to cut the silk threads in mid-air.

The silk thread is light and soft, and is not easy to cut, but the blade is fast enough and the force is strong enough, just like cutting spring chives.

But Zhu Wen discovered that the severed silk threads did not fall off, but were stuck to the blade by a strange force.

You Di slightly raised her azure eyes, revealing a cunning and alluring smile like a fox.

"My dear husband, you will always be mine."

The silk threads emitted a pinkish glow.

The precious sword instantly became extremely hot, like burning charcoal.

Zhu Wen's hand holding the knife felt burning hot, as if it were glued to the hilt, the heat starting to bite at his palm.

Zhu Wen froze, momentarily lost in thought, as a haunting whisper echoed in his mind.

"Ashina Yudi, she is your beloved, your master, and the one you will serve for life."

"The meaning of your existence is to be loyal to her."

Confusion swept over him like bees, and pink demonic fire spread along the blade, penetrating Zhu Wen's body.

The precious sword that Zhu Wen once relied on has now become the tool You Di used to subdue her.

The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow was originally an object of the Demonic Sect.

Its previous owner was none other than You Di's grandmaster, Qiao Beiming.

Zhu Wen, a man who cannot be controlled by women, would be easier to control if his mind was corrupted by demonic arts.
After the Battle of Guangzhou, You Di, who had fled in haste, suddenly felt that controlling a genius like Zhu Wen was much more interesting and useful than controlling a weakling like Li Yi.

Zhu Wen certainly didn't expect You Di to have such methods.

Seeing that he was about to be conquered by You Di's demonic powers, with a mark of submission planted in his mind.

But at that very moment, the phantom of the white tiger reappeared in Zhu Wen's hazy consciousness.

"Fool! How can you let a woman like that play you? If anyone's going to play someone, it should be you playing her!"

A tiger's roar directly entered You Di's sea of ​​consciousness, causing her to cough up blood.

The pink-glowing threads in the air burst open.

Yu Di's demonic arts failed, and he suffered a backlash, his entire body going limp and unable to move.

Zhu Wen showed no signs of regaining his clarity; instead, his eyes blazed with a blood-red light.

He threw down his knife and looked at the blonde beauty who was slumped on the chaise longue, unable to move a single finger, with only her eyes moving slowly and her soft flesh trembling. Instinctively, he slowly moved closer.

The fabric fluttered away like butterflies.

The moonlight was like water, and although it was a winter night, there was a hazy sense of spring.

At that moment, Youdi, the old maid, felt a mix of emotions. She wanted to shout but couldn't utter a single word. Looking at the handsome face that resembled that person, two crystal tears slowly streamed down her lake-blue eyes.

(End of this chapter)