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

silence.

one second.

two seconds.

The empress's stunningly beautiful face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her pearly teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound, and her peach blossom eyes blazed with a mixture of anger and shame, almost spitting fire.

"You! You! Little! Rascal!!!"

"What are you doing?! Why are you plucking my tail hair?! Huh?!"

"Auntie...Auntie, you need to unbuckle my belt..."

Ji Zuodao shrank back, muttered under his breath, and unconsciously clenched the "evidence" in his hand.

Upon hearing this, the Empress froze.

Those vague yet frenzied fragments of memory flooded back—

I think, it seems, I really am... going to undo this little rascal's belt?

For what was it again?

Want to try some thigh meat?

"..."

A fleeting, almost imperceptible embarrassment crossed the Empress's face, but it was quickly replaced by a more self-righteous and indignant anger.

"snort!"

She curled her red lips, stretched out her slender finger, and poked hard at the wound on Ji Zuodao's chest that had already healed to the point of only a pink mark, her tone full of disgust:

"Look at your stingy tone!"

"How could you untie your belt? Huh?"

"When you were little, your auntie even helped you pee! You heartless little coffin!"

Ji Zuo said: "..."

have to.

Again.

Old grievances, though late, have finally come to an end.

"Cough cough..."

Ji Zuodao coughed tactically, trying to change the subject of this dangerous topic, his eyes darting around.

"Um... Auntie, are you... full?"

"It's still early!"

The empress interrupted him impatiently.

She lowered herself again, squinting her peach blossom eyes, which had regained their clarity but were still unfriendly, as her gaze swept over Ji Zuodao's handsome face.

Finally, the image lingered on his cheek.

A sinister smile curled her red lips.

"Shut up! Lie down!"

Before she finished speaking, she lowered her head again and bit Ji Zuodao's cheek fiercely!

"Sizzle—"

Another large, warm, tender piece of cheek flesh was torn off in revenge, chewed slowly between her teeth, making a tooth-grinding, grinding sound as flesh was being ground.

"Hmm... the pieces... are quite tender..."

She squinted as she savored the food, as if she were tasting top-grade Wagyu beef.

Ji Zuodao lay in the cold bathtub, feeling the burning pain on his cheeks, but inexplicably... he felt a sense of relief.

Fine.

Eat up.

Eat whatever you like.

Even if the face is bitten off, it's fine.

As long as you don't loosen your belt.

He always remembered the painful lesson his third master had taught him, grabbing him by the ear and spitting blood and tears all over his face:

"Kid! You better remember this!"

"When I travel the world in the future, I might encounter a fox spirit..."

"Everything else is negotiable!"

"Your belt! Keep it tight at all times! Don't let it loose!"

"I feel relieved..."

"Your life is over!"

"Also, don't tell that guy in the back mountain what you've said, and even if you do, don't betray me!"

Previously, Ji Zuodao did not understand and thought that his third master was exaggerating.

just now……

Looking at the lady in front of him, who was happily nibbling at his cheek, but whose eyes kept glancing down to his waist...

Ji Zuodao understood.

Old ginger is spicier.

Master, the third master is still the most flamboyant.

It's always more reassuring to tighten the belt.

The Empress's "buffet" lasted a full half hour.

In the bathtub, Ji Zuodao lay straight, his body looking as if he had been run over by eighteen heavy trucks.

Finally... they're full.

Ji Zuodao breathed a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing, and only then did he belatedly realize the meaning—

That fucking hurts!

The Empress is good in every way, except for this one bad habit: she's too picky about food!

You've already cut it open, so just eat whatever you find inside. Why do you have to rummage around like you're picking out ribs at the market, turning this way and that, picking and choosing?

Good heavens, it's turned his intestines inside out so much they're practically sworn brothers with his kidneys, entwined and inseparable to the ends of the earth.

"Tsk... Phew..."

A satisfied sigh rang in my ears.

The Empress licked away the last drop of blood that oozed from his wound before it healed, smacked her lips, and then, satisfied, propped herself up from his body.

The red dress clung tightly to her exquisite curves, making her even more breathtaking.

Without getting up, she twisted her slender waist while still lying down, and with a nimble flip like a fish, she lay down next to Ji Zuodao in the not-so-spacious bathtub.

Two long legs crossed, bare feet resting on the edge of the bathtub, the bright red nail polish on her toes glistening in the warm light, dazzling to the eye.

Without even looking at Ji Zuodao, she reached out and casually slipped her hand into Ji Zuodao's pocket, rummaging around inside.

He pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and a plastic lighter.

"Click".

She had a cigarette in her mouth, looked down, and was about to light it.

"Hey! Auntie!"

A hand reached out from the side, moving with incredible speed and precision, and deftly removed the cigarette from her red lips.

With a sincere expression of "How can this be?" on his face, Ji Zuodao casually put a cigarette in his mouth, while his other hand reached for the human skin bag that he never parted with at his waist.

"This kind of cigarette is not worthy of you."

He mumbled something under his breath, his hands moving non-stop, as he pulled out a jade pipe from the bag. The pipe was entirely emerald green, with excellent translucency, and carved with a lotus scroll pattern.

He then took out a delicate little jade box, opened it, and inside were finely crushed, golden-yellow tobacco shreds.

He picked up a pinch with his fingertips and carefully stuffed it into the pipe, pressing it down firmly.

Then, with a "snap," it was lit with that cheap plastic lighter.

He first leaned in and took a puff to make sure the tobacco burned evenly and the flame flickered just right, then held it with both hands and respectfully offered it to the Empress's lips.

The smile on his face was so bright it could light up the bathroom.

"Auntie, have a taste."

"My third master personally planted tobacco leaves on the sunny slope of the mountain, where the spiritual energy is most abundant. They only yield a few ounces a year, so they are very precious."

"I stole... oh no, I meant it as a gift to you!"

The empress glanced at his sycophantic manner, a slight smile curving her red lips, her eyes sparkling, but she didn't refuse.

She lowered her head slightly, took his hand, and put her red lips into the warm jade cigarette holder, taking a gentle puff.

Smoke curled up, blurring her beautiful profile.

"Well……"

She narrowed her satisfied peach blossom eyes and slowly exhaled a pale blue smoke ring.

The smoke was mixed with the rich aroma of tobacco, her unique, cool peach blossom scent, and the lingering smell of blood.

Strange, yet mesmerizing.

"Ling'e~"

Her voice, languid and husky after the act, added an extra touch of seductive charm.

Holding the pipe between her fingers, she took another puff before lifting her eyelids and glancing at Ji Zuodao, who was looking at her expectantly with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Giggle..."

She suddenly chuckled softly, and slowly reached her other hand towards her chest.

With a flick of his fingertips at the hem of his clothes, he pulled out the seed, which was entirely black and shimmering with a faint light.

Without even looking, he tossed it aside.

"Here you are."

"You've got it."

The seed traced a graceful arc in the air and landed precisely in Ji Zuodao's eagerly outstretched palm.

It felt slightly heavy and cool to the touch, but it instantly triggered an unprecedented, almost jubilant, boiling sensation in the sea of ​​blood within his body!

Ji Zuodao clenched his fist tightly, his heart skipped a beat.

Immediately, the smile on his face widened, becoming so radiant it was almost blinding.

"Thank you, Auntie! You're the best! You're the best to me!"

He's incredibly sweet-talking, showering you with compliments one after another.

"snort."

The empress, with a jade pipe dangling from her lips, let out a lazy hum from her nose, her peach-blossom eyes glancing sideways at him.

His eyes shimmered with moisture, carrying a knowing, playful glint and a hint of barely perceptible indulgence.

"You little rascal~"