[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 13

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Chapter Two: Undeterred by Adversity

"Lanling, Lanling..."

Su Qingyuan had clearly been drinking quite a bit; the old man's gait lacked its previous steadiness, appearing somewhat unsteady.

Lanling was secretly annoyed by the old man's meddling, but she couldn't show any emotion. She could only smile helplessly at Qiu Yan and stand up to face the approaching Su Qingyuan.

Qiu Yan panicked instinctively upon seeing Su Qingyuan. Although she knew Su Qingyuan was kind, she had, after all, sneaked in. She hesitated, looking around for a place to hide. This girl seemed to have forgotten that she had just boldly tried to run over and take pictures.

"Old Su, I'm here,"

Lanling called out, turning to see Qiu Yan's flustered expression and secretly amused. *Cute little beauty, sooner or later you'll become my corpse slave, accompanying me through my immortal, lonely years.* At this moment, besides harboring ulterior motives towards this pure Yin female body, Lanling unexpectedly felt the urge to permanently possess her.

"Lanling, why didn't you go take a picture with us earlier?"

Su Qingyuan walked up to Lanling and said with a smile.

"Hehe, forget it, those are all big shots..."

Lanling said deliberately with a sour tone. Don't forget that his current role is a down-on-his-luck young man. If he acts too mature and open-minded, it will seem a bit unnatural.

Lanling then smiled and said, "Besides, I was here with Qiuyan."

"Qiuyan? She came too?"

Su Qingyuan asked curiously.

Qiuyan, who was hiding in the shadows behind Lanling, secretly complained that Teacher Lanling had betrayed her so quickly, but there was nothing she could do. She could only obediently come out from behind Lanling, lower her head and make a mischievous face with her tongue sticking out.

Lanling smiled and said, "Qiuyan, why are you hiding? Professor Su is very hospitable."

Su Qingyuan looked at Qiuyan and laughed, "Little girl, how did you sneak in?"

Qiuyan quickly said, "Professor Su, I really like Professor Yajie. I've seen almost all the news about her on TV. I... I just wanted to come here to see her... Professor Su, I'm sorry..."

"Alright, in a little while, I'll personally introduce her to you. You naughty girl, hiding from me..."

Su Qingyuan said with amusement.

"Really?"

Qiuyan's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course it's true. Would an old man like me lie to a little girl like you? Since you're here, I welcome you with open arms."

Su Qingyuan chuckled.

"Ah, Professor Su, you're so kind, thank you, thank you so much."

Qiu Yan expressed her heartfelt gratitude. Now that she was a legitimate guest, she naturally felt much better than sneaking around. With her wish fulfilled, Qiu Yan turned to look at Lan Ling and smiled sweetly, "Teacher Lan Ling, thank you too."

Lan Ling gained another point of goodwill from Qiu Yan, and was overjoyed. He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "It's nothing, just a small matter."

Su Qingyuan said, "Qiu Yan, you can go over there. Ya Si and Ling Xue are over there too. You should know them well, right? They are also familiar with my house. Ask them to show you around."

"Yes, Professor Su."

Qiu Yan nodded happily. As she was about to leave, she suddenly turned to look at Lan Ling and whispered, "Teacher Lan Ling, you haven't told me what's on your mind yet. I'll owe you for now..."

After saying that, she smiled gratefully at Su Qingyuan and quickly walked towards the brightly lit area.

Su Qingyuan smiled as he watched Qiu Yan's retreating figure, then turned to Lanling and said, "Lanling, are you still bothered by what happened just now?"

Lanling shrugged and said, "What happened? I've already forgotten about it."

Su Qingyuan patted Lanling's shoulder and said, "A man should be more magnanimous. Ya Jie's behavior is understandable. Don't mention this; even if it were something big or wrong, people would still side with Ling Xue."

"They..."

Lanling couldn't help but ask curiously.

Su Qingyuan didn't answer directly, but said, "Let's go and say hello. The banquet is almost over, and we should discuss our trip to the Tianfoshan Ancient Temple Ruins."

Lanling didn't dare delay this, because of the black cauldron, he couldn't wait to go to the Tianfoshan Ancient Temple Ruins to find out what was going on.

When Lanling and Su Qingyuan walked side by side, just as Su Qingyuan had said, the banquet was nearing its end. It had to be said that the banquet was very successful; everyone was all smiles and in high spirits.

Qiu Yan had also become familiar with Ya Jie, seemingly thanks to Ya Si's help. Ling Xue, on the other hand, kept her distance, not even glancing in their direction, arms crossed, wine glass in hand, lost in thought.

Lan Ling's arrival caused Ya Si to tremble slightly, her smile vanishing instantly, replaced by a flicker of fear in her eyes.

This girl was terrified of Lan Ling. Although she usually targeted him, it was only because Ling Xue was there to bully her. This only fueled her fear, making her wish she could throw Lan Ling into prison immediately for her safety.

When Lan Ling approached with a smile, Ya Si immediately began looking around. Seeing Ling Xue, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly called out.

Lan Ling cursed inwardly, "Damn it, that little dentist! I'll teach you a lesson sooner or later!"

However, Lan Ling was still very wary of Ling Xue, a second-tier True Martial Artist, especially since this woman constantly caused him trouble, giving him a real headache.

Taking advantage of the incident with Ya Jie, Lan Ling frowned slightly as he looked at Ya Jie's plump and shapely back. He said in a low voice, "Professor Su, shall I go see the other professors?"

Su Qingyuan, seeing Lan Ling's somewhat displeased expression, assumed that Lan Ling was still holding a grudge despite saying he was fine. He sighed inwardly, didn't try to stop him, and nodded, saying, "Humble yourself. They are all very experienced scholars."

Lan Ling felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly nodded, turning to leave.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Yan saw him and immediately called out loudly, "Professor Lan Ling..."

Hearing the call, Lan Ling felt incredibly stifled. He hesitated for a moment, then had to stop, forcing a smile as he walked towards Qiu Yan, who was waving frantically at him.

Qiu Yan was completely unaware of the unpleasantness that had occurred between Lanling and Ya Jie. Seeing Lanling approach, she happily said to Ya Jie, "Aunt Ya Jie, this is Teacher Lanling I mentioned. I've learned so much in his class lately, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have been able to answer any of the questions you just asked. Oh, and Ya Si and Sister Ling Xue are in our class too!"

Wow!

This girl is really outgoing; she's already calling me "Auntie" in no time…

"Qiu Yan, don't flatter your teacher. How can I compare to Professor Ya Jie?"

Lanling looked at Ya Jie's charming and beautiful face, recalling what had just happened, and still couldn't help but feel a little angry.

Damn it, women should just be good women. With such a beautiful face and figure, yet such a heart that can't distinguish right from wrong!

As the saying goes, it's easy to talk when you're not in the situation. This guy is only suffering in silence. In the past, when has he ever acted without considering his own desires? A gift! This text appears to be a list of keywords or promotional phrases for a male enhancement spray, specifically for premature ejaculation.

It's a reference to a 3,000-year-old crow that landed on this little pig...

Ya Jie sensed a hint of sarcasm in Lanling's words and couldn't help feeling somewhat resentful. She didn't think she was wrong about what had just happened; favoring her daughter was perfectly natural.

Moreover, in her eyes, Lanling was just a greenhorn; without Su Qingyuan's appreciation and recommendation, how could such a slovenly young man be allowed to participate in such an event?

Now, Ya Jie felt a surge of disgust towards Lanling; he lacked even basic manners, despite being a highly respected senior figure in the archaeological world.

Lanling keenly noticed the disgust in Ya Jie's eyes, which fueled his anger. Damn it, he hadn't suffered such humiliation in three thousand years! He could tolerate it from female immortals or cultivators of the past—after all, he couldn't beat them.

But with Ya Jie, Lanling just couldn't understand. Besides her big butt and perky breasts, her bright eyes were filled with unsatisfied desire. What was she so proud of?

Sooner or later, he'd make her groan and beg for mercy beneath him! Lanling secretly vowed.

Ya Jie glanced at Lan Ling with disdain, not even bothering to speak to him. She turned to Qiu Yan with a smile and said, "Qiu Yan, I have some things to do. You play here. Remember what you promised Auntie? While Auntie is in Qinglong City, you and your sister Ling Xue should come visit Auntie often."

Qiu Yan nodded excitedly, saying repeatedly, "Yes, Aunt Ya Jie! I have so many things to ask you. Don't find it troublesome!"

"How could I? I'll go now,"

Ya Jie said with a smile. Then, she turned and swayed her slender waist and full hips, gracefully disappearing into the shadows.

Lan Ling, overhearing their conversation, felt even worse about Ya Jie. Qiu Yan didn't understand, but he did. She seemed enthusiastic towards Qiu Yan, but in reality, she was just using her to see Ling Xue more often.

"Aunt Ya Jie is so kind! I was worried earlier,"

Qiu Yan said excitedly.

Lan Ling gave a noncommittal snort, too lazy to comment on Ya Jie.

At this moment, Ling Xue and Ya Si walked over together.

Facing Lan Ling, Ling Xue's eyes still held the same suspicion and indifference as before, a look that made Lan Ling feel extremely uncomfortable.

Ya Si, on the other hand, hid behind Ling Xue, clinging tightly to her arm, looking at Lan Ling with an arrogant and smug expression.

Qiu Yan, being quick-witted, immediately sensed the unpleasant atmosphere. Although she didn't know why Ling Xue and Ya Si were targeting Teacher Lan Ling, she kindly wanted to smooth things over for them. There must be a misunderstanding, so she wanted to clear it up as soon as possible.

"Sister Ling Xue, I really didn't expect that Aunt Ya Jie was actually your mother."

Qiu Yan kindly tried to break the oppressive atmosphere, but she didn't expect that her words would hit Ling Xue's sore spot. Ling Xue snorted coldly, subconsciously glancing at Ya Jie in the distance, her eyes filled with resentment.

It's clear that Ya Si has always held a great liking for Qiu Yan. Even when Qiu Yan retorted when she was targeting Lan Ling, she didn't hold a grudge. Tonight, not only did she introduce Ya Jie to Qiu Yan, but upon hearing Qiu Yan's words, she quickly winked at her, signaling her not to bring up the topic anymore.

Seeing Ling Xue's gloomy expression, Lan Ling was worried that her pure Yin body had been wronged in front of this cold woman. So, she changed the subject and said, "Qiu Yan, didn't Professor Su ask you to visit his house? Show me around later, I haven't even left this lawn yet."

"Ah? No, I was just chatting with Aunt Ya Jie."

Qiu Yan paused for a moment and then laughed, "How about Ya Si shows us around later? Professor Su said Ya Si is a regular at his house."

Ya Si's body trembled and she said, "Qiu Yan, if you want to visit, I'll bring you another day. He? He's a devil!"

With Ling Xue present, Ya Si was naturally fearless and her verbal attacks on Lan Ling were extremely obvious. Her goal was to quickly expose Lan Ling's true colors in front of Qiu Yan and make her recognize the devil's face.

Lanling, already somewhat irritated, glared at Yasi with annoyance at her lack of respect, saying, "Yasi, you keep attacking your teacher with words. Haven't you learned to respect your teachers?"

"Respect for teachers is for those with both talent and virtue. What about you? Don't forget, I told you, you're a suspect in a major case!"

Lingxue said coldly.

Lanling, enraged, laughed, "Fine, I've become a suspect! Where's the evidence? Where's your evidence? Without proof, can I sue you for defamation?"

Then, Lanling continued, "Lingxue, Yasi, I don't know where I offended you to make you target me like this. I hope that if there's a misunderstanding between us, please say it directly, so I know why you dislike me. If I really did something wrong that displeased you, I think I will apologize."

Lanling spoke with utmost sincerity, her intention being to impress Qiuyan. Damn it, he'd offend heaven and earth! Lanling didn't want to offend Qiuyan right now, so he had to maintain his best image in front of her at all costs. After all, this pure Yin female body was his biggest hope for changing his current unfortunate situation.

Sure enough, Lanling's words earned Qiuyan's approving look, and she echoed, "Yes, yes, Teacher Lanling said so…you…"

Ya Si's face turned pale with anger, her eyes wide as she stared at Lanling. She just couldn't understand how this scoundrel could be so shameless!

Not only did he spout nonsense, but he also acted so sincerely when saying these things, making it seem like he had suffered some great injustice.

Recalling how fiercely Lanling had threatened her in the past, Ya Si couldn't help but gasp, instinctively moving closer to Ling Xue and tightly hugging her arm.

"Yasi, don't be afraid of him with me here,"

Ling Xue said coldly. "Lanling, you can sue us for defamation. Do you want me to give you my police officer code so you can file a complaint?"

Lanling really didn't want to get entangled like this anymore. He didn't know what else those two hateful women, Yasi and Ling Xue, would say!

The best strategy at this moment was to just leave, of course, with a helpless sigh as he went.

Qiu Yan watched Lanling's back, then turned to look at Yasi, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes. But she couldn't say anything to Yasi, after all, Yasi had just introduced her to her idol, Ya Jie.

"Qiu Yan, shall I show you around?"

With Lanling gone, Yasi immediately relaxed and took the initiative to invite Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan's excitement had faded considerably. After a moment's hesitation, she shook her head and said, "No need, it's late. I need to go home soon. Thank you." "

Qiu Yan, are you still upset about what happened earlier? I told you, he's a devil! Don't trust him, keep your distance! He seems to be constantly approaching you; he must have some sinister purpose,"

Ya Si said seriously.

"Hehe, thank you. I'm fairly confident in my ability to distinguish good from evil,"

Qiu Yan smiled faintly and said, "I'm going to take a picture with Aunt Ya Jie over there. I'm leaving now."

With that, Qiu Yan turned and walked towards the lights.

"Cousin…"

Ya Si watched Qiu Yan's retreating figure and said anxiously, but before she could finish, Ling Xue interrupted her, saying, "Let her go. She's too attached to the past; your words will only make her resentful. Once we find the evidence, she'll understand everything." "

But that bastard seems to be getting closer to her; she's in danger!"

Ya Si said.

Ling Xue laughed and gently tapped Ya Si's forehead with her finger, saying, "Silly girl, you're worrying about others unnecessarily, and they don't even appreciate it. Do you need to worry about Qiu Yan? She's not as simple as you think."

"Huh? What's so special about her? She looks even weaker than me,"

Ya Si asked doubtfully.

Ling Xue frowned and said, "I sensed strange energy fluctuations on her, seemingly stronger than my True Martial Energy..."

"Really? My God!"

Ya Si's eyes widened, staring incredulously at the slender figure in the distance.

Lanling, having just been provoked by Ya Jie's words, hadn't even had a chance to exchange pleasantries with the others before running off to drink in silence.

Now, Su Qingyuan was reintroducing these people to him.

Although they shared Ya Jie's opinion and didn't think much of this inexperienced young man, Su Qingyuan's obvious and forceful recommendation of him meant he had to give Su Qingyuan face.

Each time Su Qingyuan introduced someone to Lanling, Lanling would raise his glass, exchange a few words of flattery, and then immediately disappear.

What a joke!

When it came to the ability to identify antiques, which of these so-called experts and professors present could compare to this three-thousand-year-old zombie?

However, when it came to the archaeological theories of this era, Lanling's hastily acquired knowledge was more than enough to teach the students, but he was prone to making mistakes in front of these people.

Fortunately, the banquet was already nearing its end. After Lanling greeted the scholars one by one, Su Qingyuan loudly announced the end of the banquet. After a few polite words, the scholars entered Su Qingyuan's hall to discuss the details of the archaeological trip to the Tianfoshan Ancient Temple site.

Lanling had no interest in listening to these trivial matters; his mind was preoccupied with the mysteries of the Tianfoshan Ancient Temple site.

"Lanling..."

Su Qingyuan suddenly called out.

Lanling snapped back to reality and hurriedly stood up, saying, "Elder Su, I'm here."

Su Qingyuan smiled and joked, "Our group is mostly made up of the elderly, women, and children. All the heavy lifting along the way will be your responsibility."

Lanling was stunned. Damn, wasn't this treating me like a laborer?

But there was nothing he could do. Even though he was very dissatisfied, he had to smile broadly and nod in agreement, saying a few polite words.

The discussion didn't last long.

After a brief arrangement and division of labor, everyone, under Su Qingyuan's guidance, got into their cars and headed to their hotel.

Lanling, however, declined Su Qingyuan's offer, saying the distance wasn't far and he had other matters to attend to. He then walked alone in the opposite direction from the abandoned factory.

This was a critical moment, and Lanling's biggest worry was the policewoman's persistent harassment. His current abilities made it difficult to sense Ling Xue's tracking, so the best approach was to take a few detours first…

Only after confirming no one was following him did Lanling find a shortcut and hurry towards the abandoned factory. He had been out for far too long tonight; who knew if that "hybrid banshee" would go crazy?

Anxious to get back, Lanling realized with a headache when he was near the abandoned factory: damn it, he had forgotten to buy blood plasma from the hospital!

Unfortunately, it was already late, and going back would only waste more time. Even if he managed to buy the plasma, that hybrid banshee would probably be furious.

"Damn it, I'm going to get beaten up either way, so I'm not going to waste my time. Anyway, I still have a bag of blood I've been hoarding..." Lanling chuckled twice and strode into the abandoned factory...

Chapter 3: Playing Hard to Get

. Beatrice sat cross-legged on the cement platform, her body shimmering with a pink aura.

Lanling had indeed been gone for quite a while tonight. Earlier, Beatrice had been aroused by this seductive technique, but because Lanling wasn't there, she could only endure the burning pain of desire. Her skin had become incredibly sensitive, especially her lower body, which felt inexplicably itchy and tingling, craving intense friction.

Beatrice cursed Lanling fiercely, but she had no way to resolve it. At this moment, simple masturbation couldn't satisfy such an intense need.

Moreover, after experiencing Lanling's ample resources, Beatrice was like someone accustomed to rich, heavy meals. Normally, she could still satisfy her appetite with simple porridge and side dishes, but when truly hungry, only "rich, heavy meals" could satisfy her cravings.

Tormented by uncontrollable lust, Beatrice, in utter desperation, could only desperately try to suppress her physical desires. To distract herself, she painfully began practicing the miraculous "Iron Shirt" technique again.

Strangely, practicing amidst desire seemed to enhance the technique even more.

A strange energy surged wildly within her body, more powerful than ever before, immersing her in a wondrous sensation.

Even more astonishingly, as a pinkish glow emanated from her lower abdomen, a snow-white fox swiftly darted into her arms.

Of course, the fox's light movements did not interrupt Beatrice's practice; on the contrary, the moment the fox entered her embrace, Beatrice suddenly felt her pain lessen considerably, and a relieved smile appeared on her face, which had been distorted by desire.

Lanling slowly walked into the abandoned factory, quickly considering what explanation to use to answer Beatrice's questions and obtain a "vacation" to visit the Tianfo Mountain Ancient Temple Ruins.

As he approached the place where Beatrice had been hiding, he was immediately stunned by the scene before him.

Good heavens, the pink color was so rich and bright—a characteristic of an upgraded fox-spirit technique…

Lanling stared blankly at Beatrice, utterly unable to comprehend how this hybrid demoness had cultivated herself, managing to reach the second realm of the fox-spirit technique using this incomplete method.

Lanling was incredibly curious, yet also somewhat surprised and delighted. He was surprised because if this technique reached the second realm, it would grant some self-control over sexual desire, meaning he wouldn't be able to make this hybrid demoness offer herself willingly for his secret sustenance as before. He was delighted because reaching the second realm meant that this hybrid demoness's demonic power would be purer, and the yin essence he extracted would be far more useful than before.

After observing Beatrice for a moment, Lanling decided to observe her further. His current focus was on the small cauldron; even though he was curious and puzzled by Beatrice's changes, he had no time to delve into them.

Lanling tiptoed back to his "territory," sat in a corner, leaned against a cement pillar, and secretly touched the small cauldron he had hidden behind his back, feeling the patterns of the sealing array on it. He felt both apprehensive and excited, wondering what this trip to Tianfo Mountain would bring him.

*Whoosh*...

A slight gust of wind made Lanling instinctively turn around, only to see the little pure white fox, having noticed his arrival, dart towards him like a white lightning bolt.

Before Lanling could react, the little fox had already buried its head in Lanling's arms, its little nose sniffing incessantly, nuzzling and pushing against him, clearly searching for blood plasma.

Lanling was immediately at a loss for words. Damn it, he'd originally intended to refine this little fox into a zombie blood beast for his own use, but now it was constantly hovering around Beatrice, leaving him no chance whatsoever. Not only had he failed to refine it as he'd hoped, but it had become like a aunt to him, requiring him to give it a daily dose of blood plasma. What drove Lanling crazy was that the little guy's appetite was just too enormous…

Lanling still had a bag of blood plasma in reserve, but that was only for appeasing Beatrice tonight; he certainly couldn't let the little fox get its way first.

"Get lost,"

Lanling hissed, reaching out to grab the little fox by the neck, intending to throw it aside.

Before he could even move, he felt a powerful force slam into his head. Lanling felt a deafening buzz in his head, stars flashing before his eyes, as if he'd been hit in the face with a hammer. His body lurched, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

Looking up, he saw Beatrice's eyebrows furrowed, her expression cold as she glared at him…

Lanling suppressed his anger, forced a fawning smile, and said ingratiatingly, "Master, you…you're awake…"

Beatrice looked Lanling over with utter contempt, deeply disgusted by everything about this man.

Especially when she had just been overcome with lust, her body uncontrollably craving his strong physique, the primal shame and helplessness she felt had tormented her soul.

However, thankfully, his absence at her most crucial moment forced her to restrain herself.

Now, although the desire remained, the burning passion still raging within her, it was far less intense than before.

This was an excellent start, Beatrice thought to herself. If this wasn't a coincidence, could she gradually escape this torment and completely break free from her dependence on this man's filthy body?

Seeing Lanling's fawning smile, a cold glint flashed in Beatrice's eyes. This guy who had shamed her body was going to die sooner or later...

At the same time, Lanling was also secretly observing Beatrice. He keenly caught the murderous intent flashing in her eyes and sneered inwardly, "Damn it, this hybrid woman seems to be planning to discard me after she's done her bidding. I'll let you have your fun now, but you'll be the first to die later!"

Just now, when Lanling was attacked by Beatrice, the little fox fell beside him. Although it was a free fall, it was still quite disoriented. It took a while for it to wobble and get up, then immediately ran back to Lanling, sniffing him all over.

It also started nudging him around.

Lanling couldn't help but feel a chill, fearing that the little fox would push out the small black cauldron behind him. If Beatrice discovered it, the consequences would be unimaginable.

To distract the little fox, Lanling chuckled ingratiatingly, then swiftly reached behind him and pulled out the bag of blood plasma hidden under some bricks and tiles. He presented it to Beatrice like a precious treasure.

"Master, here's your blood plasma,"

Lanling said softly, his eyes greedily fixed on the plasma as he swallowed hard to appear nonchalant.

"Why are you back so late!"

Beatrice asked coldly. Despite trying to appear reserved and dignified, the bright red blood had whetted her appetite, causing her to secretly swallow.

Lanling, who was pondering how to start a conversation to secure a "vacation" to Tianfo Mountain, was secretly delighted to hear Beatrice's inquiry. After briefly rehearsing his prepared speech,

Lanling said with a troubled expression, "Master, you know prices are ridiculously high right now, and the price of blood plasma has started to rise too..." He paused, glancing at Beryl, and continued, "The coins you gave me are all used up... But we can't do without blood plasma, so... I've had to extend my working hours to try and earn more money to maintain your blood plasma supply. That's why I came back late tonight. Unfortunately, I didn't earn enough to buy even one bag..." As he spoke

, Lanling's eyes were fixed on the blood plasma in his hand, and he smacked his lips, clearly indicating to Beryl that he was also craving blood and wanted to drink it, but unfortunately, he only had one bag and had left it for her.

Beryl, however, was completely unmoved by this obvious act of loyalty. As her descendant, absolute loyalty was the bare minimum. A descendant naturally had to put the interests of their ancestor first. Even if it meant death, she would obey without hesitation, let alone a bag of blood plasma.

Beatrice snorted coldly and snatched the blood plasma from Lanling's hand. The little fox beside her jumped and cried anxiously.

Beatrice had already seen the little fox stealing blood before, and she wondered why the animal had such a craving for it.

However, she didn't delve into it. With no other food available, she could simply attribute the fox's behavior to hunger.

Besides, she herself was a vampire who fed on blood, and having a blood-drinking pet suggested a deep master-servant bond. In her understanding, she naturally wouldn't know that Lanling had manipulated things, much less suspect that her beloved pet was merely a zombie blood beast created by Lanling on a whim.

Although the little fox was currently only undergoing the initial program Lanling had implemented, one day it would undergo a transformation into a blood beast, gaining sentience and becoming Lanling's most loyal tool.

If Beatrice knew that this adorable little fox in her arms might one day obey Lanling's murderous intent and bite her throat, what would she think...?

Watching Beatrice tear open the blood bag, and then, with a ladylike air, take a small sip before offering the blood bag to the little fox's mouth, Lanling cursed inwardly. "Damn it! In this vixen's eyes, I'm less than an animal!" he thought. "

Damn it, one day I'll tear off your mask and properly train and torment you!" Lanling vowed fiercely.

"Master..."

Lanling suddenly called out softly.

Beatrice raised an eyebrow, glanced at Lanling disdainfully, and said, "You won't die if you don't drink it for a day."

It seemed she thought Lanling was also drooling over the blood.

Speaking of which, Beatrice felt annoyed just thinking about this man; he was utterly useless! Logically, it's been some time since he received the Embrace. According to the consciousness she received, after a descendant receives the Embrace of the Progenitor, they can advance within a month based on the Progenitor's level, exhibiting all the characteristics of a vampire.

However, this useless fellow, in all these days, has shown no other characteristics besides developing a dependence on blood.

Beatrice already possesses the strength of a Vampire Earl, meaning that her first descendant developed through the Embrace should immediately possess the strength of a Vampire Viscount. That kind of strength is already considerable, at least not as incompetent as he is now, relying on selling his labor to obtain such a small amount of blood plasma.

Tsk tsk… this bastard is a disgrace to the vampire race. At the same time, Beatrice also has her own plans. If Lanling gains the strength of a Vampire Viscount, she will instruct him to do things that can attract attention. Then, he will become a target, drawing the attention of those bald Taoist priests and the like to him, while Beatrice herself can be safe and secretly carry out her plans.

This guy is such a useless piece of trash, sigh… Beatrice sighed inwardly, turning her head to look around the empty, dilapidated abandoned factory. She wondered how much longer she would have to stay in this dark and gloomy place…

“Master, to buy you blood plasma, I… I…”

Lanling feigned hesitation, stammering and unable to finish his sentence.

"What!"

Beatrice was furious at his pathetic appearance and asked sharply.

"I took on a job, accompanying a client on a business trip, acting as her personal beautician. It'll only be for a few days, but the pay is very high, enough to...enough to sustain your blood plasma expenditure for a long time..."

Lanling whispered.

To be honest, the lie was completely unprofessional, but it was the closest to the truth.

Besides, Beatrice didn't care about Lanling's life or death at all. If she didn't have to use this useless guy now, she would be the first to send him to his death.

Beatrice was furious at Lanling's presumptuous behavior; it was a challenge to her dignity as the progenitor of vampires!

She looked at Lanling sinisterly, pondering how to teach this guy a lesson...

"Master, I...I'm doing this all for your sake, you're still injured..."

Lanling said pitifully.

Then, Lanling suddenly looked up at Beatrice, a hint of barely perceptible ambiguity flashing in his eyes, and said, "If Master needs me, I... I will refuse the guest..."

Need?

What kind of need?

Both Lanling and Beatrice knew the answer in their hearts. Beatrice's face flushed instantly, her delicate body trembling slightly. To be honest, she had the same concern.

This damned body of hers, she didn't know what was wrong with it, becoming so wanton. Recalling the times her body inexplicably felt such strong desire, Beatrice wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground. Lanling had said it directly, and the ambiguity in his eyes was even more unacceptable to Beatrice. *Slap...*

A crisp sound rang out, and five finger marks appeared on Lanling's face.

For Lanling's constitution, this slap was practically like a tickle; he didn't feel any pain. Beatrice's hand seemed to have gone numb from the impact, her fair hand trembling imperceptibly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Get out,"

Beatrice snapped. She didn't want to admit it, but the ambiguity in Lanling's eyes had not only infuriated her but also stirred a tremor in her body. The desire she had managed to suppress had been reignited by the reverie sparked by those words.

Beatrice's body trembled slightly, her anger masking the surge of lust. Her heavy breathing seemed like a natural reaction to anger, but only she knew the real reason.

Lanling watched with lust as Beatrice's high, firm breasts trembled with each breath. He knew Beatrice's body intimately from countless sexual encounters. He could even imagine that beneath her clothes, those two incredibly alluring nipples were now erect, yearning for nourishment.

"Master, what's wrong? Please don't be angry, your health is important. It's all my fault... it's all my fault..."

Lanling stood up in a panic, awkwardly standing before Beatrice.

In the instant he stood up, he subtly and quickly pulled open his collar, revealing his firm pectoral muscles. He knew that in the presence of a woman aroused by lust, a man's muscles were a symbol of power, and this temptation was deadly.

A fierce surge of lust made all of Beatrice's senses heightened.

Lanling was right in front of her, seemingly too close; she could even sense the intense masculine aura emanating from his powerful body. Her eyes instinctively swept over Lanling's body, but immediately stopped at his bulging pectoral muscles. She desperately wanted to look away, to avoid appearing so lewd and wanton, but her body was beyond her control, and even her mind was involuntarily filled with wild thoughts, a series of unrestrained images flashing through her mind.

Ah… Beatrice unconsciously let out a soft moan, her body swaying slightly, lust making her weak and powerless.

Lanling saw this and sneered inwardly. No matter how powerful she was, she was still just a woman. In the Fox Seduction Technique, even a chaste and virtuous woman could be burned into a harlot by the fires of desire!

"Master, what's wrong?"

Lanling feigned to help her up, supporting Beatrice's body with one hand, his placement perfectly positioned, his four fingers resting precisely on the edge of her high, firm mound.

"Get away."

Beatrice struggled weakly, her inherent pride forcing her to engage in this internal struggle even though she knew she was beyond redemption. She knew her reason would eventually be consumed by lust, but perhaps this made her feel better. *

What the hell is she pretending for?* Lanling sneered inwardly, remaining motionless. *Damn it, keep pretending, let's see how long you can keep it up.*

After deciding to observe coldly, Lanling seemed startled, abruptly releasing

his grip, stammering, "Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He watched as Beatrice, no longer able to support him, slumped to the side.

Beatrice gasped for breath, her pretty face flushed with desire, her eyes filled with conflicting struggles.

Lanling's actions were like a fuse, or perhaps, Beatrice was simply too confident. The series of misfortunes hadn't diminished her pride at all; she always believed her downfall was merely a temporary curse, never giving up the fight against fate.

Lanling suppressed the urge to sneer, feigning panic and helplessness, standing to the side, his eyes full of questions, yet uttering not a single word.

"You, get out! Stay...stay away from me."

Beatrice pointed at Lanling, trying to make her voice intimidating, but unfortunately, she was like a toothless tiger, lacking any real threat even to others, let alone Lanling, a hunter-like figure.

"Master, I...do you need me? Come on..."

Lanling said courageously, suddenly slapping off his shirt and throwing it aside. Hesitating for a moment, he simply unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his knees...

whoosh...

his upper body muscles bulged, his chest and abdominal muscles like fortresses, a symbol of power!

His lower body sprang forth, like a venomous dragon, its ample endowment and throbbing veins a testament to desire and masculine vigor.

All of this was like oil poured into a fire; after witnessing Lanling's exposure, Beatrice's gaze was fixed, unable to move. Don't deny the existence of heroes, but sometimes, even heroes become cowards!

Beatrice might have been a valiant woman in other circumstances, but not now!

Leaving aside the fact that her physical desires made her mind incredibly fragile, the repeated forced sexual encounters had instilled a sense of self-abandonment in her subconscious.

In any case, in her eyes, Lanling was destined to die sooner or later.

All the humiliation would end after this bastard's death; perhaps that would be her best release, for she would vent her hatred through killing. Unfortunately, she would never know that this man, whom she considered utterly useless, was actually a devil who had been secretly smiling at her.

"Ah...you...don't come any closer...ah..."

Beatrice sat on the ground, and if it weren't for the support of one hand, she would have collapsed completely by now.

All the words she uttered were just futile struggles, and it was only the remaining rationality that made her words slip out of her mouth. Perhaps, at this moment, even she herself did not know what she was saying. As her delicate body trembled slightly, a pink halo gradually appeared on her lower abdomen.

Lanling watched coldly, wanting to see how long this vixen could hold out. Damn it, even arrogance has its limits; he'd have to torture her properly today.

Suddenly!

To Lanling's astonishment, the little fox, the instant a pink halo flashed within Beatrice's abdomen, pounced into her arms like lightning.

Immediately, its snow-white fur was also bathed in pink light, and the little fox's belly heaved noticeably, as if it were drinking blood.

During this time, the lust in Beatrice's eyes subsided considerably, and her dreamlike moans softened.

Lanling's heart skipped a beat. Could this little fox be acting strangely? Judging from its current appearance, it seemed to be breaking down the desires generated by Beatrice's seductive arts, greatly diminishing her craving.

Lanling couldn't immediately understand the reason for this strange occurrence. Normally, after the initial stage, zombie blood beasts would drink blood and advance through their master's refinement.

Even though Lanling didn't have time for in-depth refinement of the little fox due to time and opportunity constraints, he still couldn't understand why it had undergone such a strange change. "

Damn it, this wretched world! Even the nature of the cultivation technique seems different from before!" Lanling cursed inwardly, taking a small step, seemingly unintentionally shifting his leg, and with precise footwork, kicked the little fox out of Beatrice's arms. As soon as

the little fox's body left Beatrice's, the glow emanating from its fur vanished, returning it to its normal appearance.

It scratched its paws on the ground, looking unwillingly, and looked up at Lanling as if understanding human nature. But after Lanling glared at it fiercely, the beast trembled and prostrated itself on the ground, not daring to move its head again.

Lanling exclaimed in disbelief, "Damn it! How come everything changes so much just because I'm associated with this hybrid demoness? Not only is she using a flawed fox-like technique to level up, but this little fox from the zombie blood beast is also behaving differently than the first level of the zombie blood beast. It seems to have gained intelligence and can even understand your gaze.

" Lanling shook his head. This world was just too damn crazy. All sorts of bizarre phenomena that shouldn't exist were appearing one after another. All the experience he had accumulated before seemed to be changing in this world, except for his feelings towards that woman.

He really wanted to use his brain to seriously consider the possibility of this little fox's current changes, but unfortunately, he no longer had time...

As the little fox left her body, the aura on Beatrice's lower abdomen seemed to intensify instantly.

Her fair skin began to appear translucent, revealing the blood rushing rapidly through the veins beneath. Her breathing quickened, her face flushed crimson, almost as if water could be squeezed from it, and her eyes were half-closed, revealing a hazy, dreamlike gaze…

Gradually, Beatrice's hands began to move, as if in her dazed and confused state, the entire world consisted only of herself…

Her hands slowly caressed her high, firm breasts, kneading them forcefully, emitting moans of pleasure.

Slowly, she seemed unsatisfied with this superficial pleasure, and with a frantic tug, she violently pulled open her neckline, revealing a large expanse of fair skin radiating a jade-like glow, instantly captivating the eye and causing a sense of unease.

Especially after repeated bouts of frenzied indulgence, Beatrice was no longer wearing underwear. Even her current clothes were the outer garment she had stripped off from Lanling. Without a bra, her two large, elastic breasts suddenly sprang out from the open neckline, trembling and enticing the eye. Especially the tender pink nipples, standing proudly in the air like two rapidly burning fuses. With a loud bang, all her desires exploded.

Hmm…

making such a move meant that Beatrice's reason had been consumed by lust.

At this moment, the so-called profound sense of humiliation was utterly meaningless. Like an addict, she was immersed in the pathetic pleasure she had created for herself. Despite not being satisfied, she was completely absorbed, her lips slightly parted, moaning softly, her eyes glazed over—all a morbid satisfaction she gave herself.

"Mmm...I want...give it to me...give it to me..."

Beatrice rubbed her breasts vigorously, but the kneading was far from satisfying her true needs. Her small hands moved frantically, as if she wanted to burst her breasts, using pain to satisfy her twisted desires.

Lanling watched, a cold smile playing on his lips. Frankly, he despised this kind of woman.

Even if he had deliberately orchestrated it all, the woman's usual disdain and inherent arrogance greatly displeased their zombie god. Damn it, showing off was a right, but showing off in front of the zombie god was a bit much. After all, their Mr. Lanling had spent at least the first thousand years of his three thousand years of life showing off.

"Master, you...what's wrong with you..."

Lanling said in a panic, reaching out as if to help Beatrice up, but he hesitated.

"Give it to me... you bastard... give it to me now... now..."

Beatrice groaned, her movements becoming increasingly intense. Her other hand lifted from the ground, reaching under her body, and with a forceful touch, her upper body arched back, letting out a groan of pleasure: "I want... I want..."

"Want what? Master, what are you saying? Do you need... do you need my help?"

Lanling's behavior at this moment was incredibly irritating. Frankly, he was seeking stimulation. At this moment, verbal stimulation could also arouse his desire. Lanling liked romance, and of course he liked it when this usually arrogant woman made such explicit requests to enhance his lust.

Even if he had ulterior motives, using this hybrid demoness as a vessel for his sexual cultivation, he was still genuinely unhappy. Playing the submissive role, being a descendant, constantly being beaten and scolded—unable to openly kill her, it seemed that only at times like this could he vent his anger in this way.

"You..."

Beatrice glanced at Lanling with unfocused eyes. Lanling could tell she wanted to refuse, even to maintain her dignity and hurl a tirade, but in this state, she was like someone on a potent aphrodisiac, exhibiting the dependence of an addict in the throes of withdrawal.

At this moment, wasn't Lanling also a "drug" to Beatrice?

"Master...do you need me...what can I do?"

Lanling's voice trembled.

"Bastard, give it to me, I...I'm going to kill you..."

Beatrice said dazedly, the only thing she could be proud of was that she hadn't yet pounced on Lanling like a tiger.

Lanling felt he had mastered the technique. If he hesitated any longer, he might just create a seductive charm for Beatrice. After all, he already showed miraculous signs of reaching the second realm, and he couldn't afford to be careless any longer…

When Lanling's hand touched Beatrice, consumed by lust, Beatrice, practically driven mad, grabbed him like a drowning person clutching a straw. She used all her strength to pull the arm of this man who brought her pleasure and release into her embrace, then forcefully pulled him towards her.

In his current state, dealing with this lustful woman would be a piece of cake.

But since everything was exactly what he wanted, he offered no resistance to Beatrice's actions. In fact, the instant Beatrice pulled him into her arms, Lanling had already circulated all the remaining energy he could muster, preparing his cultivation technique.

It's important to understand that Beatrice had inexplicably entered the second stage of the Fox Charm Technique, a far cry from her previous state. Lanling could only be extra cautious. Although he wasn't entirely confident that his current abilities allowed him to absorb the essence of the second stage of the Fox Charm Technique, he had to do his best.

"Give it to me... give it to me... um..."

At this moment, Beatrice had lost all restraint. The once noble vampire was now more pathetic than a wanton prostitute. If Lanling had a DV camera, he would have loved to record her entire state. Even if he couldn't use it for blackmail later, it would still be quite useful as a tool to relieve his boredom.

Beatrice's soft, white hands groped Lanling's body almost roughly.

Having learned his lesson before, Lanling was afraid that his only remaining clothing would be torn to shreds again. So, while trying to block Beatrice's tearing, he quickly took off his clothes, and in a moment he was completely naked.

"Quick... I... I want..."

Beatrice's eyes were glazed and dazed, her slender hands making incredibly lewd movements on her lower body, her red lips slightly parted, and a string of crystal saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Lanling saw that the time was right, and the remaining energy in his body had been used up. Although he wasn't quite sure, the boundless spring scenery before him was incredibly tempting, even if he didn't want to use it for sexual sedation.

During one of Beatrice's struggles, Lanling feigned a gasp, then suddenly pressed down on her, pinning her soft, sexy body beneath him. His hands then expertly began their assault, stripping Beatrice naked in an instant, leaving her like a lamb, pinned down beneath him.

There was no need to pretend anymore; Beatrice's reason had been completely consumed by lust, leaving her in a state of utter frenzy.

Lanling adjusted to the optimal position, forcefully lifting Beatrice's shapely, long legs onto his shoulders, his hands vigorously kneading her full, large breasts.

"Mmm…I want…"

Lanling's kneading was far more pleasurable than Beatrice's own haphazard, unskilled grasping. A moment later, her flushed face revealed a look of pleasure.

But the satisfaction in her upper body only fueled her lower desires. Beatrice's hands moved from her breasts, beginning to rummage for Lanling's genitals.

Lanling looked down at Beatrice, trying his best to control his desires. It was clearly not the best time for his sexual encounter, especially since he was trying to avoid Beatrice's indiscriminate grabbing, fearing he would suffer the same pain as before. Damn it, this woman was extremely crude; she didn't treat his little brother like a treasure at all, using him like a rubber rod to satisfy her lust, never holding back.

"Mmm..."

Beatrice groaned, wriggling her round buttocks. Her parched rice paddies yearned for the nourishment of rain, and she, enduring the torment, was already impatient.

Lanling forcefully pressed down on Beatrice's legs, making her alluring vulva even more prominent. Looking down, the beautiful slit opened like a small mouth, gently opening and closing with the trembling of Beatrice's muscles, especially the area glistening with moisture, faintly exuding a unique scent…

*Slap*…

Lanling's eyes flickered, and suddenly he slapped the pink protrusion. Beatrice immediately let out a groan, her eyes widening sharply, flashing with pleasure.

Lanling secretly gasped. This was a risky move, testing Beatrice's body's sensitivity. If the slap didn't please her, it would leave an unpleasant memory in her current frenzied state. Although she was fine now, if she remembered this action after sobering up, who knew how she would punish Lanling?

Judging from Beatrice's reaction, her body was already extremely sensitive. In a little while, the best time for his cultivation would arrive.

*Slap slap…

* Lanling's hands skillfully patted that pinkish spot. After the initial probing, Lanling's grip was perfectly controlled.

A moment later, the area became slightly red and swollen, and spring water surged…

Lanling let out a heavy breath. Damn it, finally I can release! Holding it in like this is really bad for my health.

*Splash…

* A splash, accompanied by a long, pleasurable groan, and Lanling had already plunged in, effortlessly navigating the muddy path, reaching the deepest part of desire. Beatrice, having endured so much torment, finally experienced the long-awaited fulfillment. With a groan, her body suddenly tensed, and she gripped Lanling's arms tightly.

Sex is meant to be enjoyed.

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