After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

Inside the room, Shen Luoning listened to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, frowned slightly, and quickly relaxed, assuming that the other party had dialed the wrong number, and casually hung up the phone.

She turned around and her gaze fell on Shen Shuchou, who was unconscious in front of her.

His face was pale, his long eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow under his eyes, and his breathing was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

Shen Luoning slowly reached out her hand, her fingertips gently brushing against his cheek, the cool touch causing her fingertips to pause slightly.

Those fragmented yet clear memories resurfaced in my mind.

The existence of the "original body," and the truth that I am merely a fragment of a soul, prick my heart like fine needles.

A faint, bitter smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she murmured, "So, I really am just someone else's clone?"

The question was asked lightly, as if it were directed at Shen Shuchou, or perhaps at himself.

She withdrew her hand, her fingertips hovering in mid-air, and asked softly, "You... are that person's apprentice, right?"

After asking the question, she smiled to herself.

How can someone who is in a coma answer?

Upon learning that her existence was merely a derivative clone, Shen Luoning did not experience the expected collapse or resentment.

She suppressed her bitter smile and gently lay down beside Shen Shuchou, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

She turned her head and looked at his profile, carefully tracing his furrowed brows and pursed lips.

Just how many secrets are you hiding?

Her voice was very soft, as if she were afraid of disturbing his deep sleep.

Shen Luoning suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation welling up in her heart at this moment.

She lay on her side, listening to Shen Shuchou's steady breathing beside her, and even her own heartbeat slowed down.

In this quiet little room, I found a moment of peace.

However, in stark contrast to the tranquility here, Yandu is currently shrouded in a suffocating terror.

Pei Rou stood above the clouds, her blade piercing the sky, tearing a long, bloody river across the heavens.

A crimson light illuminated half the sky, and she was surrounded by a dense aura of bloodlust.

Like a demon god emerging from the blood gates of hell, he coldly surveyed the city below, every breath carrying a world-destroying pressure.

Standing atop the dragon's head, Luo Shisan was dressed in pristine white robes, his sword light slicing through the vast Milky Way, the chilling sword curtain as pure as snow.

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The hall was quiet and serene, with the fragrance of sandalwood wafting through the air. A sheer veil hung down, casting an ambiguous and tender atmosphere over the surroundings.

Lu Wanheng's gaze was as cold and clear as the moon, fixed on the person in front of him.

"Don't you want to look at me?"

Shen Shuchou had nowhere to hide. Those clear and deep eyes were fixed on the Holy Maiden. His heart stirred slightly, and he could only speak out to restrain himself.

"Master, may I get up first?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Wanheng did not make any move, maintaining his position of pressing down on him.

At such close range, she could clearly feel the rapid heartbeat in his chest, like a drum pounding against her heart, and she could also catch the undisguised resistance between his brows.

These subtle reactions intensified the chill in her eyes.

She stared intently into Shen Shuchou's eyes, her gaze like a soul-binding shackle, firmly locking him in and refusing to miss even the slightest change in his expression.

The scalding blood in his body suddenly ignited into a raging fire, rushing wildly and burning through his meridians and limbs.

An overwhelming, almost destructive possessiveness surged uncontrollably against her soul and reason.

Simply getting close to him is far from enough; just looking at him and sticking to him can't fill the wildly growing greed in my heart.

She wished she could crush Shen Shuchou, skin and bones, and melt him into her own flesh and blood, so that their bones and blood would become one and their souls would be intertwined.

Completely fill every void in my body and mind, and from then on we will never be apart again, never to be separated for eternity.

At first, she only harbored a slight desire to spy, watching from afar.

Later, greed grew, and he couldn't help but get closer step by step, gradually becoming enamored with his warmth.

But now, the boiling, burning sinful blood within her body surges endlessly, amplifying all the repressed greed and desire in her heart a hundredfold or a thousandfold.

Unable to suppress it any longer, she only wanted to possess him completely, leaving him nothing.

Shen Shuchou keenly sensed the sudden change in the aura of the person on his body, his body tensing and shifting. His gaze shifted abruptly, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

Just as he was about to speak up to stop her, Lu Wanheng leaned down and pressed down hard on him in the next instant.

Their lips touched, and in that instant, she recklessly covered his lips with hers, forceful and domineering, with an irresistible obsession and plunder.

Shen Shuchou sighed silently in his heart.

He had experienced this familiar scene many times before and had gradually become accustomed to it.

The moment their lips met, Lu Wanheng's soft body suddenly tensed up.

The burning desires emanating from the sinful blood within her body surged like a raging torrent, once again violently assaulting her soul and crushing the last vestige of her reason.

"Um……"

A suppressed yet utterly decadent groan escaped from Lu Wanheng's throat, low and broken, unable to conceal the surging heat and madness in his heart.

Even though she was currently in a state of frenzy and possessiveness, she had always been untouched by worldly affairs and had never understood anything about love or affection. She was completely ignorant of tenderness and lingering affection.

Driven only by the most primal greed and instinct in his heart, his lips pressed together and rubbed haphazardly, his breath coming in heavy, disordered gasps from his slightly parted lips.

The soft, sucking sounds mingled in the tranquil hall, a mixture of naivety and obsession, madness and immaturity, all revealing an undeniable surrender and possessiveness.

"I want……"

"I want more..."

Broken and indistinct murmurs escaped from Lu Wanheng's lips again and again, becoming a maddening, obsessive whisper that sent shivers down one's spine.

Shen Shuchou felt a sudden chill in his heart as he looked at her completely out of her mind and in a state of madness.

I keenly sensed the chilling unease hidden in her state; it was no longer a normal obsession, but a completely out-of-control madness.

He slowly raised his hand and stroked her back, his fingertips gently caressing her, trying only to soothe her surging and out-of-control emotions and suppress the wild agitation in her heart.

But in Lu Wanheng's eyes, everything in the world had long since become blurred and colorless, only the person beneath him was clear to the bone.

Shen Shuchou's figure was shrouded in a hazy, bloody mist in her eyes, amidst the swirling fog.

The outline gradually transformed into the small figure that had lingered in her heart for many years, the one she had longed for day and night, and it gradually overlapped and merged with the person in front of her, becoming indistinguishable from one another.

He has always been hers.

The next moment, Lu Wanheng abruptly removed his lips from hers and, without hesitation, bit down hard on the side of Shen Shuchou's neck.

A sharp pain exploded instantly, dull and piercing, while a warm, sweet, metallic taste gushed out from the wound, slowly flowing along the muscle fibers.

Lu Wanheng lowered his eyes, staring at the continuously seeping crimson blood, and slowly curled his lips into an extremely eerie, almost insane smile.

His eyes burned with an overwhelming obsession, his voice hoarse and bloodthirsty: "Not enough...this is simply not enough...I want...I want more...more blood..."

Before she could finish speaking, she completely lost her composure, consumed by sin, bloodlust, and possessiveness.

He lowered his head and began to frantically tear and gnaw at Shen Shuchou's flesh, his movements fierce and obsessive, showing no mercy whatsoever.

In just a few breaths, grotesque bloodstains crisscrossed his skin, each one deep enough to see bone, more than half a finger's width deep.

Hot, bright red blood gushed out continuously, quickly soaking through clothes and staining the skin red.

In just a short while, Shen Shuchou's entire body was soaked in warm blood, a shocking sight.

At this moment, Lu Wanheng's eyes lost all their coldness and were no longer simply filled with madness; they were now completely transformed into a bewitching scarlet.

Amidst the surging crimson, there was a captivating allure and an extreme, man-eating madness.

She suddenly straightened up, and with a swift movement, tore apart all the clothes covering her body, throwing them all away.

Her soft body seemed to be immersed in a warm, crimson ripple, tightly entwined and embraced Shen Shuchou.

The warmth of their intertwined breaths, in the gentle, lingering caresses, transformed into solace and nourishment for the maddening desires within their hearts.

Shen Shuchou had already let go of the last bit of resistance. Even though pain still lingered all over his body, his expression remained calm and indifferent, without any ripples.

Amidst the piercing, fragmented pain, the alluring figure stained with blood before him stirred the emotions deep within his heart, causing his feelings to gradually sink and merge.

In a split second, when they were completely intertwined and dependent on each other, Lu Wanheng suddenly raised his head, letting go of all tension and restraint.

Amidst the lingering intimacy in the room, soft panting and gentle moans echoed gently within the tranquil hall, each sound captivating the heart.

The entire room was bathed in a soft, crimson light, where allure and obsession intertwined in an endless, lingering embrace.