RPAGF Chapter 308 Desire and Obsession
Chapter 308 Desire and Obsession
Ye Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly, and those eyes that were originally full of indifference and beauty were stained with a hint of anger. The crimson mark on her forehead was faintly visible due to her anger. "You lecher."
At this moment, a sharp magical power suddenly came from the darkness, pointing directly at Zhou Muye's heart.
Zhou Muye raised his eyes slightly, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his lips, his dark eyes were like stars sinking in a cold pond, his expression became increasingly cold, the aura around him was gloomy and terrifying, he just raised his hand slightly, and endless magic power poured up.
In an instant, Sikong, who was hiding in the dark, was imprisoned in mid-air by Zhou Muye's magic power and could not move.
Ye Wanqing's breath was held, she knew Sikong's strength, he had advanced to the God King realm some time ago, and he had been guarding Di Siheng since he was young. He was one of the guardians of the Demon Realm, and his strength was already enough to fight against the God Lord realm.
But he couldn't even withstand a single blow from Zhou Muye, who was also at the Divine King Realm?!
"Heh~ After hiding in the dark for so long, you finally decided to come out? What a dreadful guardian of the Demon Realm, you're so vulnerable! How dare you act so presumptuous in front of me?"
Sikong felt a pain in his heart and felt weak all over. In an instant, his originally cold and white skin lost its blood color and became almost transparent. Due to the pressure of the restriction, his whole face gradually began to distort.
Hearing Zhou Muye's words, Sikong forced himself to suppress the burning pain in his internal organs, his expression was more stern than ever before, "You... dare... to covet Miss Ye."
Ye Wanqing's eyebrows jumped, and then she flew forward, and the Nine Heavens Divine Fire at her fingertips burned Zhou Muye's magical confinement.
Seeing that it was Ye Wanqing, Zhou Muye raised his eyebrows and loosened his grip slightly. In an instant, Sikong fell from the air and violently spit out a mouthful of blood. The pain suppressed by the magic power directly pierced his heart and soul.
"Sikong!"
Ye Wanqing's expression was slightly stern. She flashed to Sikong's side, used her divine power to nourish his body, and gave him a pill. After he came back to his senses, she withdrew her divine power.
"Miss Ye, be careful."
Sikong's eyes were full of vigilance. Suddenly, he realized something and looked at Zhou Muye with shock and astonishment in his eyes.
How is this possible? Why does this aura resemble...
No, this is impossible!
Noticing the shock in Sikong's eyes, Zhou Muye raised the corners of his lips and looked down at him with a kingly air.
After a moment, Zhou Muye's eyes were filled with a stormy mood. "How is it? Saint, what do you think?"
Ye Wanqing's cold gaze fell on Zhou Muye's face, her lips tightly pursed, and her hands hidden under her sleeves clenched slightly.
"Heh~ Zhou Muye, you should know that I hate being threatened the most, especially when someone steps on my bottom line."
The next moment, the condensed feather turned into a sharp blade, and Ye Wanqing flashed and engaged in battle with Zhou Muye in a lightning speed.
The Nine Heavens Divine Fire condensed at the fingertips, the fire of hell permeated the surroundings, the sky was full of flashing sword lights, the wind and clouds changed, and thunder and lightning were all within the thought.
The powerful fluctuations of spiritual power caused turmoil in the entire divine realm.
The figures of the two men kept flashing back and forth in the air. Ye Wanqing's attacks were fierce and stern, and each of them was a killing move.
But Zhou Muye just dodged back and forth and did not take the initiative to attack. It was obvious that he intended to do this, and the look he gave Ye Wanqing was full of doting.
Seeing the tense situation between his master and the dragon girl, Mo Yu, who had been watching from the sidelines for a long time, became even more anxious.
"Master, Sister Long Nu, please stop fighting. Let's talk it out nicely. Sister Long Nu, that's not what my master meant. Master, please explain it again."
Zhou Muye's lips curled up slightly, his eyes flashing with possession and paranoia, "That's what I meant."
The next moment, Ye Wanqing's attack was even more ferocious than before, and the air was filled with endless murderous intent and awe.
Seeing this, Mo Yu's eyes widened and he couldn't help but transform into a human form. When he was about to stop him again, the seriously injured Sikong recovered his strength and suddenly came in front of him, his expression full of awe and heaviness.
"Who is Zhou Muye? What is his identity?!"
Mo Yu frowned slightly, looking at Si Kong in front of him, with a strange look in his eyes, "The master is Zhou Muye, Zhou Muye is the master, what other identities do we have? And... let me go."
"No, it shouldn't be like that, it won't..."
Sikong shook his head and murmured to himself. Suddenly, as if he sensed something, he looked up suddenly and met a pair of familiar eyes. He knew the look in those eyes very well.
He was shocked, and the next moment, his consciousness went blank and he fainted on the ground.
"Sikong!"
During the battle, Ye Wanqing suddenly withdrew the divine power in his hand and dropped it to the ground.
Seeing Ye Wanqing treating Sikong, Zhou Muye slowly landed on the ground. He raised his eyebrows slightly, a gentle look in his eyes, "Saintess, don't be so angry just yet."
Sensing Sikong's current situation, Ye Wanqing frowned slightly, and waved her hand to let him enter the space. There was a hint of coldness in her eyes as she looked at Zhou Muye, and endless murderous intent spread from her fingertips.
The sky is burning with raging fire and the sea of stars is scorching.
Ye Wanqing knew that she couldn't kill Zhou Muye, but today she was determined to make him lose some weight!
She casually took off the hairpin from her bun. The hairpin sparkled in Ye Wanqing's hand, and contained endless power from the origin of the Demon Realm. She whispered softly.
"With me as the guide, the sea of stars fills the sky, divine power turns into flames, the Nine Heavens Divine Fire, the raging fire burns everything!"
Ningyu then turned into a stream of light and rushed into the sea of fire. The fire dragon circled up, majestic and powerful, the wind and clouds changed, and even thunderclouds were sweeping in.
Mo Yu's eyes widened, his expression filled with fear, "Master, be careful!"
The powerful fluctuations of divine power were wrapped with endless power of the Heavenly Dao and the power of the origin of the Demonic Realm. Zhou Muye's eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. He used the magic power in his hand to face it head-on.
A moment later, a drop of blood oozed from the corner of Zhou Muye's mouth.
As if feeling the injuries in his body, Zhou Muye curled the corners of his lips and gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. His eyes were full of interest, and his low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded with a bit of morbid madness.
"Wan'er, this is quite interesting, but it's not enough. You have to be like me."
Suddenly, Ye Wanqing's divine power dissipated, his mental power turned into nothingness, and even his body could not move at this moment.
She was shocked, "What did you do to me?"
Since birth, Ye Wanqing had never felt such a loss of spiritual power. This was a true feeling of powerlessness.
Zhou Muye's strength has reached such a level! Who is he?!
Zhou Muye raised the corners of his lips and approached Ye Wanqing step by step. A dark red fire seemed to be burning in his eyes. He remained unmoved by her murderous gaze. He slowly approached her ear and a low voice sounded in her ear.
"Wan'er, I told you I only want a deal. However, if you think Zhijiao isn't enough, what if we add Nanqiao? I'll give you both their lives in exchange for you becoming my wife."
"Or..." Zhou Muye's expression suddenly became fierce, his eyes filled with jealous hatred, "Or, in your eyes, your junior brothers and sisters are not as good as Di Siheng?"
Ye Wanqing's pupils shrank sharply. She had never told anyone about her relationship with Di Siheng, not even her elder brother and Jiang Xu knew. How did Zhou Muye know?!
"Don't lose your mind, Wan'er." Zhou Muye's low voice sounded in Ye Wanqing's ears, as if with some persuasion. His right hand gently stroked the black hair that was scattered on Ye Wanqing's shoulders, and his eyes were full of tenderness.
"Otherwise, I won't be able to control my desires and obsessions."
"Besides, I'm no worse than Di Siheng."