A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The warm breath sprayed onto Ji Zuodao's sensitive neck, giving him goosebumps.

He could clearly feel the Empress's soft lips gently touching the skin of his shoulder.

A wet, warm little tongue tentatively licked his skin.

The next second—

"Pfft."

A very faint sound, like the sound of a ripe fruit being bitten open.

A sharp, stabbing pain exploded from my shoulder!

The Empress's two rows of pearly white teeth gently yet firmly sank into the flesh where his shoulders and neck met.

With a little force, tear it open—

"Um……!"

Ji Zuodao let out a muffled groan, his brows furrowing instantly.

A small piece of warm flesh, along with a few strands of torn muscle, was so easily held between the Empress's teeth.

Blood gushed out instantly, meandering down the firm muscles and leaving several glaring red marks on the fair skin.

"Well……"

The empress narrowed her captivating peach blossom eyes, and a soft moan of utter satisfaction escaped her throat, as if she were savoring the finest delicacy.

She chewed slowly, savoring the indescribable deliciousness of the flesh melting between her lips and teeth, and the vigorous yet sinister energy it contained.

"Hmm~"

"The most exquisite taste in the world..."

She licked her blood-stained, even more alluring red lips, still wanting more.

Ji Zuodao winced in pain, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw blood gushing from his shoulder, dripping down his skin and onto the smooth tiled floor—

"Auntie! Blood! Blood!"

He instantly forgot the pain, his voice changed tone, filled with genuine heartache:

"The blood is dripping onto the floor!"

"These tiles! Antique matte tiles! They cost several hundred yuan a piece!"

The Empress: "..."

She paused, lifted her eyelids, and gave Ji Zuodao a speechless glare.

That look clearly said: You little coffin, are you still thinking about the floor at a time like this?

But she ultimately did not let the precious drop of blood fall to the ground.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her moist, nimble tongue suddenly darted out, like the most precise paintbrush, gently tracing the winding streaks of blood from bottom to top—

He then licked the blood droplets that were about to drip off, along with the bloodstains seeping from the wound, until they were completely clean.

"Gurgle."

A faint swallowing sound.

"Well……"

The Empress let out a contented sigh, and her peach blossom eyes shimmered with a hazy, shimmering light, as if she had drunk the finest wine.

"Strong enough..."

She could clearly hear the scalding liquid, containing unique blood essence and life essence, slid down her throat and corroded her flesh.

"Hiss... hiss..."

It was like a red-hot iron being quenched in ice water.

It's like the strongest liquor, burning through your lungs and heart.

This extremely contradictory yet extremely stimulating sensation caused her to involuntarily let out a short, sweet moan from her nose.

"Haa..."

Her arms around Ji Zuodao's waist tightened unconsciously.

Her fingertips, even unconsciously, gently scratched his firm waist muscles.

A few faint red marks were left behind.

The air in the bathroom seemed to become thicker and hotter at that moment.

It was a mixture of the smell of blood, the scent of peach blossoms, and some indescribable, dangerous yet alluring aroma.

The empress squinted her captivating peach blossom eyes with satisfaction, her fingertips still savoring the moment as she gently brushed her increasingly luscious lips.

Tsk, Xiao Ji's flesh and blood are becoming more and more nourishing.

She was enjoying the warm, exhilarating feeling of life spreading through her body when she glanced down and caught sight of Ji Zuodao's shoulder—

The wound, which she had just carefully tasted, and which should have been a bloody mess, had now closed up and scabbed over.

Only a faint pink mark remained, fading and disappearing at a visible speed...

In the end, her skin was as smooth as ever, without even a mark.

"Yo~"

The Empress raised an eyebrow, a genuine surprise flashing in her eyes, which was quickly replaced by even greater interest.

She stretched out her fingertip, with a hint of inquiry, and poked Ji Zuodao's perfectly intact shoulder.

It feels firm and elastic to the touch.

"Little Princess~"

She dragged out the melody, her voice tinged with a languid hoarseness that only added to her irresistible allure.

"Your skills in 'cultivating life' are getting more and more impressive!"

"Gordon..."

She licked her still-rosy lips, her peach blossom eyes revealing an undisguised, smug smile, and her fingertips slowly slid down Ji Zuodao's collarbone toward his heart.

"Auntie... I really won't stand on ceremony with you, okay?"

Ji Zuodao froze.

The newly healed wounds seemed to be throbbing again.

"No! Auntie! Dear Auntie!"

His scalp tingled, and he tried to grab the thieving hand, his voice trembling with urgency:

"Please...please be a little more polite!"

"Goodness, are you really planning to get your money's worth in one meal, treating me like a buffet and feeding me to the point of exhaustion?!"

He looked miserable and tried to reason with them:

"And...it really hurts, Auntie!"

"Why don't you use that razor blade to cut it? It'll be quicker and easier! Less painful!"

"knife?"

The empress curled her red lips, her disgust practically overflowing from the bathroom.

"Please help me out, okay?"

She gently poked Ji Zuodao's heart with her fingertip.

"What kind of flavor would be left if you did that?"

"Isn't the point of a buffet to enjoy fresh, authentic food?"

"Can machine-cut meat be the same as hand-shredded meat?"

As she spoke, she flicked her wrist, using a bit of skill.

"Thump!"

Before Ji Zuodao could react, he was pushed backward by a gentle yet irresistible force, landing solidly in the cold bathtub behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a hot and soft touch pressed against his lower abdomen.

The empress then sat down, her red dress plunging into the dry bathtub, creating a breathtakingly vibrant scene.

She looked down at Ji Zuodao, who was trapped between the bathtub and her own body, a lazy yet dangerous smile playing on her lips.

A slender finger, painted with bright red nail polish, slowly and deliberately touched Ji Zuodao's heart.

My fingertips are slightly cool, and with a strange rhythm, I gently draw circles.

One lap, two laps...

Ji Zuodao felt the skin where her fingertip touched gradually become hot.

He instinctively wanted to look down, but the Empress gently pinched his chin with her other hand, forcing him to raise his head and meet her eyes.

Suddenly, a faint yet eerily sinister purple hue began to spread deep within the Empress's usually watery, peach-blossom eyes.

That purple hue was inexplicably alluring, as if it had a life of its own, slowly swirling in her eyes.

Her originally languid and alluring eyes were now imbued with a superhuman, heart-stopping allure.

"Little Princess~"

The Empress's voice lowered, carrying a seductive rhythm, and the force of her fingertips drawing circles increased slightly.

"They keep saying... 'I feel sorry for Auntie,' 'I feel sorry for Auntie'..."

"now……"

She leaned forward slightly, and the two were so close that they could feel each other's breaths mingling.

The eerie purple in her eyes seemed to have deepened.

"Let Auntie..."

"Try it well..."

"How much do you 'feel' sorry for your aunt?'"

The moment the words fell—

"laugh."

A very faint, yet teeth-grinding sound, as if something had been punctured.

The slender finger that the Empress had placed on Ji Zuodao's heart sank in effortlessly.

Ji Zuodao shuddered violently, his pupils suddenly contracting!

"Well……!"

A short, muffled groan escaped his throat, veins bulged on his forehead, and cold sweat instantly soaked his temples.

The Empress seemed oblivious, even squinting her eyes with pleasure.

Her fingertips moved slightly, as if she was patiently exploring and fiddling with something.

The bathroom was silent, save for the two people's alternating, increasingly heavy breathing.

A few seconds later.

The empress's fingertips stopped moving.

A satisfied, almost eerie smile curved her lips as she slowly moved her wrist backward—

"Pop".

A soft click, like pulling out a wine cork.

She withdrew her hand.

A heart rests in her palm.

Her heart pounded powerfully in her palm, pumping out hot blood.

Blood stained her fingertips, making the purple in her eyes appear even deeper and more alluring.