I'm on the Ark, and I started as a succubus.

Her words were suddenly interrupted by a rough action. Bai Chen grabbed her slender and delicate hand and pulled her out of the wheelchair.

His favorite thing to do is to righteously refuse the requests of beautiful girls.

Especially when a pretty girl says "no," he insists on saying "yes," and even prefers to be more sadistic and increase the intensity.

Let them know through your own actions that just because you're a pretty girl doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, and that just because you're a pretty girl doesn't mean your requests will be granted!

Her white boots touched the ground, and her legs, which had suffered nerve damage, couldn't even support her delicate body. After struggling slightly and staggering, she suddenly went limp and was about to fall to the ground.

Fortunately, that kind of thing didn't happen in the end. Bai Chen caught her slender waist in time and then took her delicate fingers, which she was frantically trying to grasp for support.

Their fingers intertwined, their hands clasped tightly together. Bai Chen lifted Nightingale up, ignoring her almost tearful pleas, and began to dance, his arms around her waist.

As an outstanding civil engineer, one naturally has to attend social events and drinking parties, and when discussing important matters and projects, there is always the need for song and dance performances to add to the festivities.

Bai Chen can not only dance, but he dances very well.

In their three games, to earn the title of "Song Selection Expert" in the arts category, one had to spend over 50 in the business category. As for him, who had achieved the top rank and become a "Construction Site Artist," his accumulated spending in various entertainment venues was a secret.

Having frequented KTVs and accompanied my aging but still-young leader to nightclubs and clubs, spending over 10 yuan a night, it's not surprising that he can sing and dance.

After all, their third bureau is a good construction company that even when recruiting clerks, they specify that the applicant must be in good shape, able to sing and dance, and work in a hotel.

"Oh, right, I always feel like something's missing."

The moment Bai Chen finished speaking, an old-fashioned record player appeared in the room, the vinyl record spinning, and dance music filled the room.

Using the power of time to find antiques from the Taida Building for a beautiful girl isn't such a bad thing.

At least compared to moving a pressure machine to crush people, this task would definitely receive a lot of praise from the system!

Not to mention, he also treated the nerve damage that the beautiful girl had suffered.

The nerve damage that left even the most skilled doctors helpless on this land teeming with beautiful girls was no problem for him to handle.

The blood's healing abilities have been retained. Blood that can easily cure even a mystical disease like Oripathy will naturally have no problem healing injuries to a beautiful girl's limbs.

However, it still has strong side effects.

A delicate blush quickly spread across Nightingale's pretty face, and her breathing became hot and rapid.

Strange feelings and strange thoughts spread rapidly, making her mind go blank for a moment and forget to struggle. She just instinctively moved her feet, then subconsciously turned around, and then reached out to grab the large hand that could support her body.

It's a very strange feeling.

It seems that it's no less enjoyable than dancing with Miss Linguang in my dreams, and perhaps even more so at this moment.

Because after the song, they can do something even more interesting.

'No, what am I thinking?'

The nightingale suddenly snapped back to her senses, her steps faltered for a moment, and she staggered.

"sorry."

She instinctively apologized, but received a gentle kiss in return, accompanied by an exceptionally tender response, almost like a devil's seductive whisper: "It's okay~ It's only the beginning, so there will definitely be some mistakes."

"Hmm~"

The nightingale nodded gently.

'No...no! I'm not going to dance with this Sarkaz!'

The nightingale snapped back to her senses and struggled once more to try to break free from the large hand that was firmly gripping her.

"Liz isn't a good girl either~"

Bai Chen stared at the struggling nightingale in front of him and said softly.

"Let me go!"

Nightingale seemed to have recovered well. She put her elbow on Bai Chen's chest and even tried to kick him away.

"It seems that Liz doesn't actually like being so gentle?"

Bai Chen smiled and raised an eyebrow, his gentle and elegant smile gradually turning into a mocking and malicious one.

"You...you let me go...I promised Miss Nearl..."

The nightingale's slender waist embraced her, and then all words remained unspoken.

It was no longer a gentle touch, but a wanton plunder like a demon.

Brutal, wild, and unscrupulous, they plundered and plundered the unique softness and sweetness of the beautiful girl.

Everything about a beautiful girl smells sweet, is soft, and is sweet~

"Waaaaah..."

Nightingale repeatedly raised her small fists and pounded, but how could the frail girl escape? As time passed, her beautiful, clear blue eyes gradually trembled and slowly began to roll upwards.

At one point, Nightingale finally pushed herself away, falling to the ground, using the back of her delicate hand to cover her glistening lips as she coughed lightly, exhaling fragrant orchids.

I feel so bad... but, but it also feels so strange.

It was as if I was caught in a thrilling, exhilarating tremor throughout my body.

"Ok?"

The nightingale's beautiful blue eyes suddenly narrowed, as if she had sensed something extremely terrifying.

The light was blocked, and a terrifying shadow loomed over her, almost completely enveloping her.

Demons and even evil gods have finally shed their gentle and elegant disguises, revealing their most ferocious, terrifying, and horrifying side.

Feeling the terrifyingly hot breath, as if it were hellish lava, so close at hand, the nightingale shook its head and tears immediately rolled down its cheeks.

131 The little nightingale has witnessed the power of the tearful lament!

don't want……

How terrifying, so terrifying.

Crystalline tears slid down the nightingale's beautiful face, eventually settling on her smooth, snowy chin.

Her beautiful blue eyes were filled with pity as she looked up at the terrifying demon so close to her, as if that would earn her forgiveness and allow her to be spared.

how can that be possible?

A well-behaved, gentle girl will be rewarded when she behaves well; but she'll also be punished when she misbehaves!

More rewards come with more punishments, even if the two sometimes seem to be the same thing.

The demons and evil gods, revealing their hideous and terrifying true forms, showed no intention of letting the tender and pitiful little nightingale go.

He reached out his demonic claws and grasped the nightingale's fair and delicate hand, pulling her, who had fallen to the ground, to raise her arm and slowly extend her small hand toward the hideous and terrifying demon that had instantly frightened her into tears.

"Don't be afraid, Liz."

"Waaah~"

The nightingale just sobbed and cried, unable to answer a single word.

How could it be? How could it be so horrifying, so terrifying, so magnificent... so dreadful!

How could she not be scared?

"If you don't behave, Liz will never see Nearl or Shining again!"

The terrifying evil god realized that the nightingale was still able to resist, and without hesitation chose to blackmail her.

"Liz will never see them again in the future, and she will be left alone in the house. Oh, right."

Threats are effective.

She kept trying to pull back, but the little hands that were tightly wrapped around her with her arms loosened their grip, and she obediently followed the pull of the force forward, getting closer and closer to the terrifying demon.

The distance wasn't actually that far; quite the opposite, in fact, the terrifying evil was very close to Nightingale. As she entered, she could clearly feel the scorching, burning heat emanating from her, and she could clearly smell the terrifying aura emanating from the demon.

It's intense and intoxicating. In that indescribable, terrifying heat and scorching sensation, as it enters the chest and lungs with each breath, it can even give you the illusion that you're about to be set on fire.

However, it wasn't unpleasant to smell; it carried countless delicate or rich fragrances, which didn't seem to be original, but rather the lingering scents of countless beautiful girls.

Overwhelmed by the heat and the burning sensation... Nightingale seemed to adapt quickly. Her clear blue eyes, moistened by tears, became hazy and eventually transformed into a dreamy expression.

It seems... it's not so scary after all.

Her delicate, almost transparent fingertips continued forward until her tender, pink fingertips finally touched the hideous, terrifying body of the demon that had blocked all her vision.

Her round, slender shoulders trembled violently. Nightingale felt as if she had touched a red-hot iron, a terrifying instrument of torture, and frantically tried to pull her delicate white hand back.

It was unsuccessful.

Of course it's impossible to succeed~ How could an evil god who enjoys the fall of beads possibly let go of a nightingale who willingly reached out her hand while being half-forced?

The terrifying claws seized Nightingale's delicate white hand, even enveloping it completely, causing her hand to involuntarily assume the shape of trying to grasp something.

"No...please, no..."

The nightingale seemed to cry out, almost a mournful wail. She dared not watch any longer and quickly closed her eyes.

The thought of touching a red-hot poker in a fireplace is terrifying—a horrible punishment that would surely result in large, blistered burns and even a burnt smell.

It was scorching hot, burning hot... so hot that it felt like lava was pulsating and surging within the knotted veins.

But I didn't feel any pain, nor did I feel my hand being pulled away from me by the high temperature.

The nightingale drooped its head, shrank its neck, and kept its eyes tightly closed. After a while, when it no longer felt that heart-wrenching pain, it could no longer bear the unknown fear brought by the darkness and slowly opened its eyes.

Little by little, I carefully observed everything before me.

The terrifying scene she had imagined did not happen. Her hand remained intact, without blisters, open wounds, or burns.

Those were just horrifying images she had imagined.

But her wish that the evil spirits would disappear and only Shining and Nearl would be by her side after she opened her eyes was not fulfilled.

The magnificent, ferocious, and terrifying demons were still within reach, so close that she felt she could touch them at any moment, and the light above her head was still completely blocked.

Even the incredibly magnificent and terrifying demon became even larger.

In that instant, the nightingale understood.

She knew where Operator Franka, Operator Liskarm, Operator Blaze, and the other beautiful girls had gone.

It was He who caused those Rhodes Island operators to fall into the abyss of eternity, and the pearl of eternity to fall!

'Shining, Nearl...where are you? Where are you? Please come and save Liz! Liz is so scared! Liz is really scared!'