[Fantasy] The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables (Complete) - 17

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Chapter 115 The World of the Soul Eye (Part 1)

Luo Zhu felt her body suddenly lighten as she lowered her eyes, plunging into a pitch-black world. The surroundings were as if splashed with thick ink, eerily black, chillingly black, terrifyingly black.

The inky black world was pure in color, yet not utterly silent. From afar came the faint howls of wild beasts, and invisible demons swirled and howled around her, emitting eerie and mournful sounds as if emanating from the depths of hell.

This scene was so familiar… she… she had just experienced it the night before! Only then, her lower abdomen was icy and cramped, and she was stumbling and struggling through the darkness. Right, she seemed to have seen a monk, a monk seated cross-legged on a golden lotus, holy and compassionate as if a god had descended.

Strange, why had she completely forgotten the dream during the day?! Logically, such a vivid dream should leave some remnants even after waking. She peered around in the darkness, wondering if the strange monk would still descend from the sky.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her left forearm. She cried out in pain and flailed her arm, a series of eerie, sharp laughs flying from under her armpit. Then, excruciating pain shot through her thigh, calf, shoulder, waist, and buttocks… as if many unseen, grotesque things were viciously gnawing at her. Her body seemed to be bound, her strength gradually fading, and she felt as if she were slowly melting away. How could this be?!

Reason told her it was all a dream, that everything in a dream was an illusion, and that it shouldn't be taken seriously. But the distinct pain and the feeling of melting warned her that destruction was approaching. An uncontrollable panic gripped her, and cold sweat dripped from her forehead.

“Get away! Get away!”

she screamed, desperately thrashing and flailing about, but all she touched was her own flesh. The eerie, grotesque laughter grew increasingly chilling and menacing. A tearing pain shot through her limbs, coursing through her veins and blood, oppressing and tormenting her nerves. Suddenly, the howling of a wild beast drew closer, filled with the excitement and cruelty of discovering prey. Could there be man-eating beasts in this dream world?!

Terrified, Luo Zhu tried to run, but the moment her right foot touched the ground, a piercing pain shot through her calf. She stumbled, losing her balance and falling heavily to the ground. The demons seized the opportunity, swarming over her, their sharp mouths greedily tearing into her flesh. The excruciating pain of being sliced and skinned made her tremble, and the feeling of powerless dissolution filled her with immense panic. Save her! Who will save her? Anyone will save her! Zaxi Langcuo, the Silver Lion, the ferocious beast, the Beast King, Dorje… anyone will do, as long as they can save her! Anyone will do!

"Ah—"

"Roar—"

Heart-wrenching screams and thunderous howls ripped through the inky black world.

The demons and monsters swarming around her seemed to be frightened by the howls, their eerie and mournful cries instantly filled with trembling fear, vanishing like the wind from her side.

"Roar—"

Another familiar, thunderous howl, the approaching beast's roar suddenly abruptly broke off, disappearing into the distant darkness in an instant.

The danger of destruction and the intense pain vanished without a trace after a fleeting moment, as if they had never happened. However, that intense fear and pain were deeply imprinted on Luo Zhu's body. She knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at the silver lion that had suddenly appeared beside her.

A pure halo shone around its powerful, silver-gray body, and its massive, ferocious head still held a fierce and ruthless expression. Its forelegs were slightly lowered, its fur bristling, sharp, white canine teeth gleaming coldly, and its blue, triangular eyes were chilling and

menacing, giving it a menacing, poised-to-pounce appearance that inspired fear. Yet, this ferocious beast was currently her most reassuring support. "Silver Lion! Silver Lion!" Tears streamed down her face as she cried out repeatedly. Each cry grew louder than the last, culminating in a heart-wrenching howl, slowly releasing the deep-seated terror and tension within her.

A wet, slightly fishy-smelling, soft, warm tongue gently licked her cheek, again and again, wiping away her tears drop by drop. The rough tongue rubbed against her skin, creating a tingling sensation that relaxed her taut nerves.

A large, fluffy head nuzzled hers affectionately, and a familiar, low, muffled howl emanated from the silver lion's strong, sturdy chest. As always, it was gentle, strangely soft and soothing. Like the pure light emanating from its body, not dazzling, not radiant, yet it dispelled the inky darkness and chased away the fear in her heart.

"Silver Lion! Silver Lion!" She stretched out her arms and hugged the silver lion's neck, rolling onto its reclining body, her cries gradually fading. Through her blur, she seemed to see a pair of calm blue eyes filled with tenderness. Her heart, in an instant, felt peaceful and content.

Quietly lying on the silver lion's body, she sobbed occasionally, still shaken, as a series of questions began to surface: Why had the silver lion suddenly appeared in her dream? Why did it emit light? Why did all those demons and unknown terrifying beasts flee in terror at its roar? Why did she dream of such a bizarre, dark world twice in a row? She

couldn't find answers to any of the questions; her mind was a complete mess. She suddenly remembered Gesang Zhuoma saying that the Tibetan Mastiff was revered as a guardian beast by the Boba people. Could… the legend be true?

“Silver Lion, did you hear my cries for help and come to save me?” She gently touched Silver Lion's large head, and as soon as she asked, she realized how incredibly foolish she had been to overthink things. As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Silver Lion's sudden appearance in her dream to save her was most likely because during the day in the dungeon she had complained about Silver Lion's heartlessness in abandoning her to face the Beast King alone the previous night. So, after falling asleep again, her subconscious, to compensate for the regret of the previous night, had Silver Lion appear in her dream as a guardian beast to save her.

The questions seemed to have found their answers. But why did the silver lion's warm, strong muscles and thick, coarse fur feel so real to the touch? Why did the pain of being bitten by demons and monsters also feel so real it sent shivers down her spine? Was the world she inhabited a fleeting dream, or a bizarre reality?!

"Interesting little pig, this isn't your dream, but my world of soul vision."

A gentle, warm laugh suddenly echoed from the darkness above, as soft as a spring breeze, as warm as the sun, filled with compassionate mercy.

She looked up sharply, and just like last night, a faint, hazy light appeared in the darkness. From the gradually expanding light emerged a huge golden lotus, upon which sat an extraordinary monk.

He wore a reddish-yellow vest embroidered with swastikas, over which he wore a crimson robe with ten auspicious symbols, and around his neck hung a string of phoenix-eyed Bodhi beads. His strong right arm was bare, and a string of nine-eyed dzi beads was wrapped around his left wrist; his hands rested on his knees in a mudra. His skin was smooth and honey-brown, his hair short and curly, with dark red papillae and black eyebrows that swept slanted towards his temples. His half-open, dark blue phoenix eyes held a profound mystery and boundless vastness; his straight, narrow nose held a gentle, clear luster; and his thin lips held a compassionate smile. His appearance was dignified, his demeanor benevolent, and his approachable yet respectable presence inspired awe and reverence.

"It's you!?" she exclaimed in astonishment. The monk she had seen last night had reappeared!

"It is I."

The monk looked down at her from the air, smiling serenely. Instantly, ten thousand snow lotuses bloomed, releasing their fragrance; the snow melted silently, and a sacred, pure light cascaded down.

"Who are you? Why did you appear in my dream?" Luo Zhu hugged the silver lion tightly for courage and shouted from afar.

"I am the Lotus King Pema Tenzin of Guge." A golden lotus slowly descended from the sky, its dark blue phoenix eyes curving into a tender, loving arc. "Silly pig, it was you who intruded into my Soul Eye World twice, not me who dared to trespass into your dream."

Chapter 116 Soul Eye World (Part Two)

The Lotus King Pema Tenzin of Guge?!

Guge not only had a Guge King who commanded the awe of the people, but also a Lotus Dharma King who was deeply respected and loved by them. Having been a slave in the Guge palace for over a month, she heard many stories about the Lotus Dharma King, Pema Tenzin. It was said that he possessed twenty-nine Buddha features, and that at his birth, the sky was filled with red clouds and the air was filled with the fragrance of lotuses; he was hailed as a reincarnation of a god. He became a monk at a young age, was proficient in both the exoteric and esoteric schools of Buddhism and Bon, and was known for his compassion and benevolence, saving all sentient beings. He enjoyed an extraordinary reputation throughout the entire Tibetan Plateau. Still relying on your hands? How can that be pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's lower body realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions, closely matching the female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

During the Yuan Dynasty, the religious theory of reincarnation of Living Buddhas on the Tibetan Plateau had not yet taken shape; the highest title for monks was not Living Buddha, not Panchen Lama, but Dharma King. After the collapse of the Tubo Dynasty, the nobles of the Tibetan Plateau, forced by war, mostly relied on powerful monasteries and monks, gradually forming a theocratic system. In many areas that surrendered to the Yuan Dynasty, the power of religion even surpassed that of the nobility because the court appointed monks to manage political affairs. The Guge Kingdom was a historical exception; royal power always superseded religious authority until its demise. One rumor suggests that one reason for the Guge Kingdom's downfall was that the king's brother, a monk, colluded with the enemy Ladakhri to seize supreme power, tricking the king into opening the city gates.

Of course, some researchers also argue that the rise of Buddhism within Guge led to a significant population decline and the country's decline. Furthermore, Guge encompassed sacred mountains, lakes, and rivers like the Xiangquan River, attracting excessive pilgrims and causing environmental degradation, gradually turning it into an uninhabitable desert.

Regardless of differing opinions, the Guge Kingdom in the 21st century was indeed a vast, desolate desert, sparsely populated by humans. However, in this timeline, the religion of the Guge Kingdom was no longer Tibetan Buddhism, founded by the Indian monk Atisha. Due to a change in royal power, the Bon religion, originating in Ali, rose to prominence, ultimately imbuing the original Tibetan Buddhism with a stronger Bon influence. Furthermore, the introduced Sakya school of Buddhism differed from the ascetic Gelug school; Guge monks were allowed to marry and have sexual relations with women, only strictly prohibiting such contact after having offspring.

This mutated religion prevented population decline and ensured the kingdom's prosperity. If we consider the overwhelming power and military might of the Beast King, the Guge Kingdom, which perished in the 21st century, might very well have left a significant mark on the historical stage of this timeline.

And now, the monk appearing before her was none other than the Lotus Dharma King, who held the highest position of religious power in Guge, on par with the Beast King, and was also the renowned abbot of the later-famous Tholing Monastery. This fact is simply too absurd, too unbelievable! She... must still be dreaming, right?

The giant golden lotus had already drifted to the ground, its sacred and pure pale golden light illuminating an area about three feet in diameter. Upon closer inspection, the Lotus Dharma King, Pema Tenzin, had short, curly, black-brown hair that spiraled to the right like a deity's topknot. His honey-colored skin was smooth and delicate, and his eyebrows were long, dark, and beautiful, extending straight into his temples. His eyelashes were thick and neat, his phoenix eyes were dark blue, and his pupils, black with a hint of red, shone with a faint, iridescent light. His cheeks were full, his earlobes were thick and soft, his nose was straight and prominent, his lips were pale pink like a lotus, and his teeth were flat and full like snow. His neck was long and elegant, his bare shoulders were rounded and full, and his armpits were plump and firm. His limbs were long, his fingers were straight and smooth, and his fingers were intertwined. His bare feet had high insteps, broad and flat heels, straight soles, and wheel-shaped fleshy patterns on the soles. His entire body seemed to emanate a cool, lotus fragrance from every pore, refreshing and intoxicating the soul. His

seated posture, radiating a subtle light, was dignified and solemn, pure and sacred, his extraordinary beauty seemingly untouched by worldly concerns. The seated position and the robe concealing his form prevented her from judging whether the Lotus Dharma King before her still possessed the slender, rounded femur of a deer king and the retracted genitals of a horse, but even this visible aspect of his Buddha-like appearance was enough to leave her speechless.

The legendary thirty-two Buddha marks—this Lotus Dharma King truly resembled them almost perfectly! No wonder he was called a reincarnation of a god. Even if his understanding of the Bon teachings wasn't profound enough, this appearance alone was enough to entice people to worship him devoutly.

Pema Tenzin looked down at the girl lying on the silver lion, craning her neck and staring blankly at him, and the smile on his lips deepened. He removed the nine-eyed dzi bead rosary from his left wrist, took the girl's left hand, and slipped the rosary onto her wrist. The red jade shimmered, instantly disappearing into her delicate skin.

"You…you put something on me?!"

The bizarre phenomenon jolted Luo Zhu from her dazed state of mind. She frantically pulled her hand back, demanding a sharp, piercing cry. Her right hand pressed and rubbed her left wrist forcefully; the rosary seemed to melt into flesh, impossible to touch, as if what she had just seen was merely an illusion.

"Just a rosary that has been with me for many years. It can enhance your spiritual power, helping you avoid the demons and monsters in the world of the soul eye, so you will no longer be in danger of dissolving."

His azure phoenix eyes were gentle and radiant, a pair of beautiful eyes filled with loving kindness and compassion, warm and merciful, as if gazing upon and caring for his most beloved child. Bathed in such a gaze, even the most turbulent and frenzied heart would find peace and tranquility, and even the greatest sorrow and despair would become a faint, distant memory. A sense of satisfaction, happiness, reverence, and piety welled up within her.

Luo Zhu was an ordinary mortal; though she hadn't converted to religion, didn't believe in gods or spirits, her wariness and fear of the unknown melted away like snowflakes in spring under such a gaze. This rosary must be an extremely precious item, able to help her avoid the bites of demons and monsters and prevent the feeling of dissolving. She carefully examined her left wrist again, finding nothing amiss, and her last shred of defense crumbled.

"Where...where am I?" she asked, looking up somewhat bewildered. She felt she was dreaming, yet the lifelike Lotus King, the mysteriously vanished rosary, the warm and powerful silver lion, the excruciating pain—all the reality repeatedly reminded her that she wasn't dreaming.

"My Soul Eye World. A world that imprisons souls, refines spirits, and exorcises demons." Pema Tenzin reached out his left hand and pinched her round, delicate chin, smiling faintly. "One of the key points of the Soul Eye World is in the bloody palace of Muchi Zanbu Zhuodun. I never expected that your menstrual blood could actually pull your soul into the Soul Eye World."

Menstrual blood…?! Pulling her soul into the Soul Eye World?!

Luo Zhu opened her mouth, speechless as she looked at the Lotus Dharma King, completely unsure how to deal with this kind of unreal fantasy. The monk opposite her clearly told her that she was not dreaming, but that her soul had fallen into a surreal and bizarre world. His pink and white lotus

lips slightly parted, his dark blue phoenix eyes curved, and his black and red pupils seemed to possess an unfathomable magic that could see through everything, piercing straight into her eyes and falling into her heart, making her feel confused, panicked, and afraid.

“Little pig, you come from the far beyond, your soul transcends this world, and the blood flowing in your veins contains the pure spiritual energy of ancient sacred mountains.”

Luo Zhu’s eyes widened as he spoke in a chant-like tone, her overwhelming joy almost overwhelming her. Could this Lotus Dharma King truly possess profound magical power?! He had seen through her origins at a glance.

“Dharma King, you…you can send me back?” She excitedly grabbed Baima Danzeng’s left wrist, her voice trembling slightly with sudden hope.

Baima Danzeng raised his right hand to grasp her hands, and with a swift movement, pulled her from the silver lion’s back into his arms. He put one arm around her shoulder and gently stroked her cheek with the other, his smile becoming even softer.

"Although I can discern your origins, your magical power is insufficient to defy the heavens." The soft, smooth hand that had been caressing Luo Zhu's cheek moved to her right shoulder, tracing circles on the dark red slave mark. "Moreover, your body and soul are branded with the slave mark of this world. Unless a miracle occurs, you will never be able to return in this lifetime."

Her elation and hope were shattered in an instant, Luo Zhu's heart turning as cold as an icy pool. Indeed, she could not return. Although she had long since resigned herself to her fate during her half-year life on the ancient high plateau, she had subconsciously clung to a sliver of hope to return. This time, even that faint hope was cruelly and mercilessly crushed into dust.

Chapter 117 The World of Soul Eyes (Part 3, Spicy)

Her expression dimmed, and she remained listless and silent. She tried to offer a polite smile to the Lotus Dharma King, but her lips twitched, and she couldn't manage a single smile, so she gave up in resignation.

"Children far from their homeland and loved ones are the loneliest," said Pema Tenzin, gently wiping away a single tear that had fallen unintentionally from the girl in his arms. His gentle, dark blue phoenix eyes softened with pity, and his soft, warm voice carried a sorrowful sigh, like celestial music flowing into her heart, stirring the deepest strings of her soul.

Although she was currently curled up in the arms of a strange man… no, a monk, strangely, her body felt no rejection, and she felt no awkwardness or discomfort. Against his warm skin, inhaling the fragrance of the cold lotus, she felt as if she were bathing in a gentle, warm breeze, wandering in a sea of blooming lotuses. Her heart was at peace, so peaceful, as if she had found a long-awaited haven, as if she were meant to be carefree in this embrace.

"Little pig, no matter how far you come from, the pure spiritual energy of Mount Ali flows in your blood. Your ancestors must have been ancient hermits who absorbed the essence of the sacred mountain." A warm, gentle gaze silently enveloped the girl in his arms. His fingers lightly touched her forehead, and his deep, resonant voice, ethereal and magnetic, said, "The distant shore is your homeland, and Mount Ali is your primordial root. The gods and Buddhas, with their compassion and love, have fortunately allowed you to return to the birthplace of your ancestors' hermitage, to find your roots. Little pig, you should be grateful for the blessings of the gods and Buddhas, not filled with resentment."

Hmm? Could it be… could it really be that quarter of her Tibetan blood that's causing this?!

Luo Zhu stared wide-eyed in astonishment, her gaze fixed on those deep, mysterious, and boundless blue phoenix eyes, gleaming with wisdom and brilliance. In modern times, she had always been deeply attached to Ali, the roof of the world, venturing there repeatedly, seeking a return and purification from the depths of her soul. Could this be what people meant by destiny? Was her transmigration not merely a once-in-a-millennium coincidence, or an inevitable pull from the mysterious?!

The universe is mysterious, the world is mysterious, and the roof of the world, this land closest to the sky, possessing numerous sacred mountains and lakes, holds even more mysteries. Some mysterious phenomena even render science utterly powerless, like her physical transmigration and soul leaving her body; like this world of soul eyes that imprisons, refines, and exorcises demons; like the Lotus Dharma King, who saw through her origins at a glance and possessed twenty-nine Buddha features.

“Silly pig, the will of the gods and Buddhas cannot be disobeyed lightly. There’s a saying in the Central Plains, ‘Since you’re here, make the best of it.’ You should happily accept the blessings of the gods and Buddhas and live here peacefully.” Pema Tenzin smiled gently, his arm around her shoulder tightening slightly, drawing her closer to his chest.

Nonsense! Far from home, reduced to slavery, reduced to a plaything, suffering endless torment—and that’s considered a blessing from the gods and Buddhas? Is this Lotus King openly spouting nonsense to fool the people? Only someone with a broken head would agree to such absurdity.

A sudden surge of resentment pulled Luo Zhu from the ethereal, magnetic voice. She pursed her lips, a mocking indignation unconsciously creeping into her large eyes as she looked at Pema Tenzin.

His slender fingers, lightly touching her forehead, slid down to her arched eyebrows, gently brushing her long, thick eyelashes. Then, his gaze swept across her face, down her delicate nose, to her tightly pursed, petal-shaped lips, slowly tracing the edges. Every subtle movement was as graceful and elegant as plucking a flower, gentle… tender?!

Luo Zhu's heart skipped a beat, vaguely sensing that something was amiss. Yes, how could she lie so calmly and naturally in the arms of a stranger? She knew that the monks of Guge were not required to abide by the strict rules of abstinence in Sinicized Buddhism; as long as they had no offspring, they could marry and be intimate with women. Since ancient times, men and women had been forbidden from touching. Why had her guard been completely thrown away?

"Hidden vertical lines on her forehead, slender and arched eyebrows, bright and lively eyes, full and rosy lips…" In a deep, gentle, magnetic laugh, long, straight, soft, and smooth fingers, gleaming with a subtle light, then slowly brushed across her chin and neck. As Pema Tenzin's fingers caressed her thin, strapless white gauze dress, pale golden specks of light, large and small, rose from between his fingers, flying like fireflies into the darkness.

If the dress hadn't been dissolving into specks of light and gradually disappearing from her body, Luo Zhu would have found this rare and fantastical scene beautiful. But at this moment, she was completely certain that the Lotus Dharma King embracing her was not as otherworldly, compassionate, and dignified as he appeared. This Dharma King might very well be a beast! She wanted to escape his embrace, but was horrified to find herself unable to control her body; she wanted to shout, but her mouth seemed sealed shut, the curses swirling in her stomach unable to escape. Deep within her subconscious, a thought told her that the one embracing her was the Lotus Dharma King, a reincarnation of a deity, and she must respect him, submit to him, and never commit the slightest disrespect or blasphemy against him.

She was not a devout religious person! Whether it was Buddhism, Taoism, Christianity, or Islam, she believed in none of them! "What the hell is this respect and submission?!" Luo Zhu roared inwardly, but to her dismay, not a single word escaped her slightly parted lips. Looking at that serene and holy face, she finally understood one thing: if the Beast King was a beast in human skin, then this Lotus King was a devil in the guise of a god. Her body must have been subjected to some vile curse! That seemingly benevolent and compassionate, that divine and sublime elegance that brought peace and tranquility was all just a superficial illusion, less valuable than fleeting clouds!

She was the prey, the fish on the chopping block. Luo Zhu once again deeply understood the meaning of this phrase, her eyes closing in despair. Since becoming a slave, no matter the world or the person she encountered, whether it was her body or her soul, she could never escape the fate of being humiliated and tormented.

Her gauze skirt melted into clusters of beautiful light, revealing her smooth, plump, pinkish-white body, full of youthful charm and brimming with vitality. Without the obstruction of her clothes, the faint, sweet scent of tea became stronger, intertwining with the unique fragrance of a virgin to create an exquisite aroma that captivated the masculine.

"Her skin is smooth and tender, and her body exudes a captivating fragrance." Pema Tenzin paid no attention to the girl's closed eyes, lowering his head to gently sniff her hair. His fingers climbed to her chest, grasping her high, snowy breasts, slowly kneading them. "Your breasts are full and perky, very well-developed," he muttered to himself in an appraising tone. His large hands released her breasts without hesitation, moving from her chest and abdomen to her navel. His fingertips probed the slightly concave navel, gently swirling them. "Not bad, the navel has a right-handed spiral fold." His palm caressed her smooth, raised mons pubis, then slipped between her legs into her mysterious, delicate flower valley, lovingly and gently stroking the petals, praising, "Truly rare, this tender lotus body is completely hairless."

The beautiful petals slowly swelled and bloomed under his caresses, a delicate, pink bud emerging from within. His thumb gently pressed against that tiny spot, rubbing it repeatedly in circles, while his middle finger slipped into the narrow opening, gently thrusting in and out. Almost immediately, the tender body in his arms trembled sensitively.

He smiled gently, his warm, loving gaze falling softly on her tightly closed eyes and her face, a mixture of shame and anger. His hands moved with a few more variations. Her tiny bud gradually swelled to the size of a baby's little finger, incredibly smooth and supple. Fragrant nectar continuously flowed from her vulva, wetting his fingers, making soft, lewd sounds with each thrust and rotation.

"Mmm...mmm...?"

Driven by aroused desire, Luo Zhu slightly opened her hazy eyes, a beautiful blush spreading across her cheeks, and soft, seductive moans escaped her throat. Waves of unbearable electric shocks surged from her lower body; her lower abdomen felt a strange warmth and emptiness, instinctively lifting slightly. Her breasts swelled, her nipples tingling, desperately craving to be pinched and sucked hard. Her legs, curled in Baima Danzeng's arms, opened willingly, making it easier for him to fondle her. Her mind was clear yet terrified, filled with resentment and shame, but her body was completely beyond the control and restraint of reason, following only primal female instincts, boldly and passionately displaying a seductive, courting posture towards the man.

"What a cute little pig,"

Baima Danzeng chuckled indulgently, lowering his head to tenderly take her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it alternately. His thumb, teasing her clitoris, tilted slightly, its smooth nail lightly scraping the right side of the clitoris. His middle finger, inserted into her vagina, also carefully bent, teasingly scratching and probing the sensitive flesh.

In no time, the young and inexperienced Luo Zhu let out a long, melodious moan amidst the skillful and lewd play. Her little toes curled in discomfort, her body tense before suddenly softening into limp water, trembling uncontrollably in Baima Danzeng's arms. A gush of hot nectar gushed out, soaking the man's entire palm and a large patch of his crimson robe.

Baima Danzeng released her now erect and swollen, red buds, his large, nectar-drenched hand caressing her flushed cheeks, his smile infinitely gentle and loving. Indeed, the pure spiritual energy within this intriguing girl, whom Shakyamuni liked and who drove Zanbu Zhuodun mad, was truly the most supreme aid for esoteric practice.

"Little pig, the gods and Buddhas not only bestowed upon you numerous lotus maiden forms, but also the pure spiritual energy of the ancient sacred mountain." His pinkish-white lotus lips parted slightly, his deep blue phoenix eyes unfathomable. "You are destined to become my dual cultivation offering, Baima Danzeng's."

Luo Zhu vaguely heard the words "lotus maiden" and "dual cultivation," trying to focus her mind, but her brain remained a blank. Her body felt numb and weak, as if floating on clouds, an indescribable comfort and tingling sensation. Her consciousness slowly grew increasingly chaotic…

Chapter 118 The World of Soul Eyes (Part Four)

Baima Danzeng looked down at his empty embrace, his lips curving slightly, the gentle smile instantly devoid of any emotion. Like the snow that had never melted on the summit of the sacred mountain, pure white and dazzling, clear and cold. Seven-colored light flowed in his deep blue phoenix eyes, the sacred pale golden light around him dimmed, veiled by a thin, eerie red-black aura. Jinlian slowly rose several feet into the air, extending his right palm, which was stained with the girl's honey.

The silver lion, which had been lying prone, stood up, took two steps forward, and tilted its head back, its scarlet tongue slowly licking the soft, smooth, and perfectly formed hand, which shimmered with a subtle light. Fingertips, fingertips, knuckles, palm… not a single spot was missed, until all the fragrant honey remained. Its blue, triangular eyes half-closed in satisfaction, its scarlet tongue licking its lips with lingering pleasure.

"Was it delicious?" Baima Danzeng asked with a faint smile.

"Awooo—"

the silver lion howled softly, vigorously wagging its chrysanthemum-like tail, its shimmering silver-gray fur swaying.

Pema Tenzin withdrew his hand, removed the Bodhi seed rosary from his neck, and gently turned the beads that emitted a holy, pale light. He slowly said, "The pure spiritual energy within this honey dew is incomparable to that of ordinary offerings. This offering, which has traveled from the distant other shore, contains the primordial energy of the universe; it is no exaggeration to say that it is a once-in-a-millennium find. This is a precious gift bestowed upon us by the gods and Buddhas; we must not allow the king to destroy it so easily."

"Awooo—"

The blue, triangular eyes suddenly turned sinister and ferocious, a ruthless and malevolent light swirling within them. The mastiff's jaws opened, revealing sharp, white teeth, and it howled menacingly at Pema Tenzin.

"What, you want to pounce on me?" Baimadan raised his eyebrows slightly, his smile unchanged, his pure white skin dazzling yet cold and aloof, devoid of any emotion. "You were originally a wild mastiff in the Ali Sacred Mountain, tamed by the King of Hunting, offering your beastly loyalty. But don't forget, when you were on the verge of death, who used hundreds and thousands of refined souls to repair your tattered body and soul? I awakened your beastly ignorance, and whether you like it or not, the bond of loyalty to me is imprinted deep within your mastiff soul. Don't do anything to displease me."

"Awooo—"

The silver lion retracted its bared sharp fangs, its triangular, slanted eyes still deep and sinister, but the ferocity and malice within them had weakened considerably. Its chrysanthemum tail shook vigorously, expressing its sincerity in seeking peace.

The seven-colored light in the azure phoenix's eyes suddenly surged. With a flick of its delicate fingers, a jujube-red lotus-shaped Bodhi bead used as a separator on the phoenix-eye Bodhi rosary flew out, enveloped in a shimmering light, and shot straight into the half-open mouth of the silver lion.

"Awooo—"

The silver lion raised its head and let out a long, muffled howl. Its blue triangular eyes flashed with lightning speed, its thick, two-layered silver-gray fur stood on end, and the light on its body instantly brightened considerably, making its entire body seem to have grown larger.

"Go." Baima Danzeng spoke calmly, slowly closing his eyes. His hands formed a mandala mudra in front of him, the rosary beads coiled in his palms and wrapped around his outstretched ring finger. The golden lotus beneath him rose up and disappeared into the deep blackness in the blink of an eye.

The silver lion gazed in the direction where Baima Danzeng's Dharma body had disappeared for a long while before withdrawing its gaze. A low, unintelligible howl escaped her throat, and her body gradually faded, dissolving into the darkness.

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Luo Zhu groggily opened her eyes. What greeted her was coarse, silver-gray fur. Instead of the Beast King's slightly pungent, musky male scent, she smelled a familiar, faint, animalistic odor. She sniffed, and strangely discovered a faint, cool lotus fragrance mixed within the animalistic smell. She felt she had smelled this lotus fragrance somewhere before, but after thinking hard, she couldn't remember where, so she gave up.

Not seeing the Beast King, she breathed a sigh of relief. Carefully raising her head, she looked around the palace. Finding it empty, her well-rested spirits naturally lifted. A day is a day, whether you're sad, angry, or sorrowful; to be happy, you must learn to forget the past and look forward. Last night's humiliation and torment were over, and she'd finally caught a chance to relax while the beastly king was away.

She gazed intently at Yin Ni, who lay on the bed in a somewhat comical posture, while she, wearing a thin set of snow-white silk underwear, lay on its soft belly. A thick, soft cashmere quilt covered their backs, the corners tucked in tightly, only their heads visible. Sharing a large, thick, soft cashmere quilt with a mastiff capable of withstanding temperatures of minus forty or fifty degrees Celsius, the warmth almost made her break out in a light sweat.

"Yin Ni, did you get into bed by yourself?" she asked curiously.

"Awooo—" Seeing that she was awake, Yin Ni's calm, deep blue triangular eyes brightened with excitement. It shook its large head and responded with a low howl.

Although the silver lion could only howl back and forth, after spending more than a month together, she could easily discern its meaning from the length and pitch of its howls.

"Did the Beast King allow you to sleep on his bed?!"

she exclaimed in astonishment. The Beast King, a supreme ruler with a mildly eccentric obsession with cleanliness, not only allowed a slave to sleep on his bed, but also let a mastiff sleep on it. From yesterday until now, his behavior had become increasingly abnormal! Letting the silver lion on the bed was undoubtedly for warmth, but the problem was, with his constant, scalding body temperature, did he really need to draw warmth from an animal? Wait a minute, could it be that he was afraid her body would get cold after he left, so he let the silver lion on the bed? A sudden chill ran through her, her heart pounding, and she dared not think any further. The more she thought about it, the more terrifying it would become; stopping there was the best course of action.

"Awooo—" The silver lion panted heavily, its tongue lolling out, and pawed at its neck, lifting the edges of the cashmere blanket to let out some warmth. Making a mastiff, impervious to the cold, share a cashmere blanket with a person was pure torture.

Luo Zhu noticed the silver lion's predicament, smiled, and had a mischievous thought of pinching its long, protruding tongue. But the moment he reached out, his brow furrowed tightly. Ouch! Every part of his body, except his genitals, felt like it had been twisted and beaten. His gaze fell on his soft, pinkish-white hand, which was now covered in bruises and rows of obvious teeth marks. Needless to say, his body, which had been treated by Shakyamuni yesterday to improve blood circulation, had been ravaged and raped by the beast king overnight. What a beast!

She couldn't help but curse inwardly. But the thought of why the Beast King allowed Yin Ni to sleep with him in bed made her chest feel uneasy. She took a deep breath, expelling the unease, and carefully moved her body, only to find that besides the pain, her body also felt soft and yielding. Her lower abdomen felt warm and tingly, without any coldness or pain. The cotton bandage clinging to her vulva was damp, and she felt as if it wasn't just menstrual blood that was dripping onto it.

A blush slowly rose on her cheeks. She vaguely remembered that in her dream, she seemed to be lying in the arms of a man with a blurred face, obediently letting him caress and play with her like a cat, and she even... even reached an orgasm. Ahhh, she... she actually had a wet dream in the beast king's palace! Was she becoming sexually unsatisfied? Luo Zhu buried her head in the silver lion's neck fur with some shame, remained silent for two seconds, then suddenly raised her head, her small white teeth lightly biting her lip, and her big eyes flashed with indignation. Humph, what was she ashamed of? It was all the beast king's fault! She remembered that before she fell asleep, that beast was touching, pinching, and biting her body. It must be his actions that caused the wet dream, it wasn't her sexual unsatisfaction at all.

After cursing the beast a few more times in her heart, her awkward and embarrassed emotions finally subsided, and she felt interested in playing with the silver lion again.

"Silver Lion, are you hot?" She winced and slapped the Silver Lion's closed muzzle. "If you're hot, stick your tongue out and breathe. Be good, stick your tongue out, I'll fan you to cool you down."

Perhaps her wicked intentions were too obvious, for the Silver Lion stared at her warily, refusing to open its mouth or stick out its tongue no matter how she slapped it or how she coaxed it gently.

Chapter 119 Playing with the Silver Lion

Luo Zhu's eyes darted around, and her soft, white paws scratched at the Silver Lion's armpit. She was quite curious, wondering if mastiffs would laugh when tickled like most people? If ticklish, what kind of smile would that ferocious, imposing head show? Would its fierce, triangular eyes curve into crescent moons?

Luo Zhu had just scratched the silver lion's armpits twice with her paws when she felt its soft belly twitch violently beneath her. Its two strong, retracted forelimbs stretched out and pressed against her shoulders. Its bright, triangular blue eyes, instead of squinting, gleamed with a deep, intense, faint blood-red. A low, muffled hum came from its throat, as if rising from the depths of the earth.

Even as she grew closer to the silver lion, Luo Zhu always felt uneasy whenever its eyes turned bloodshot, fearing it would suddenly unleash its beastly nature and devour her or maim her to death. Now, for some reason, she was absolutely certain that no matter how the silver lion changed, it would never truly harm her. Now, in her heart, the silver lion was no longer a lowly beast, nor simply a relative or friend, but a mountain she could rely on, a safe harbor, an ocean and sky that could embrace her completely.

If Yinni were considered a human, it had offered its utmost loyalty to the Beast King like a loyal servant, yet poured all its emotions—beyond loyalty—into her. In its twenty years of life, apart from Tashi Langtso's angelic care and affection, only Yinni had ever cherished her. She suddenly realized that if she escaped the palace, it would mean never seeing Yinni again. A sudden, sharp pain gripped her heart. But if she didn't escape, she would endure endless torment and humiliation by the Beast King's side. Could she endure it for a month, six months? A year? Could she endure until the Beast King lost interest in her? Who could guarantee that she would still be alive after that?

Her once unwavering resolve to escape wavered, faltering. In the blink of an eye, her thoughts raced through her mind a hundred times, but ultimately, she made no decision. She smiled bitterly. Forget it, further thought was useless; she just needed to focus on the present. She wanted to spend as much time as possible with Yin Ni, to minimize any future regrets and heartache.

"Yin Ni, open your mouth, open your mouth." She smiled brightly, scratching Yin Ni from its armpits to its neck, her body rubbing and wriggling against its belly in a playful manner. Yin Ni was not only an exceptionally intelligent and monstrous mastiff, but also a terrifyingly powerful beast. At 1.62 meters tall and weighing 100 pounds, she could confidently and boldly press and rub against it.

"Lulu—" Yin Ni's deep growl became more rapid, its wet black nose exhaling puffs of hot air, its blue eyes growing even redder, and its two strong hind legs, wrapped in the blankets, trembled slightly and opened wider without Luo Zhu noticing. Only its mouth remained tightly closed.

"Silver Lion, open, open!" Luo Zhu was having a blast teasing it. Her clear, delicate voice, as sweet and melodious as a golden sparrow's, was soft and sweet, like honey. She fearlessly placed her two chubby paws on the Silver Lion's tightly closed muzzle, her slender, fleshy white fingers prying open its mouth, showing no fear of the exposed , sharp white teeth.

The Silver Lion shook its head, but couldn't shake off the playful paws. A series of cheerful, melodious laughs, like those of a golden sparrow, echoed through the palace. A flash of light appeared in its triangular blue eyes, and the lion's mouth snapped open, taking a tender paw into its mouth.

"Ha! Got your tongue!" A triumphant laugh rang out. Instead of retracting in fear, the tender paw brazenly grabbed the rough, ape-like tongue inside and gently tugged at it.

"Awooo—" A muffled howl rumbled from the silver lion's throat. Its powerful body suddenly flipped over, quickly switching places with the fleshy woman who

had been lying on top of it. Luo Zhu only felt a blur before her eyes, and she was already on the bed. Her back was warm; she had slept in the spot the silver lion had just been lying in. The silver lion's forelegs were placed beside her head, supporting its upper body. Its hind legs were lowered, its lower body gently pressing against her, not putting any pressure on her, but using its thick fur to shield her from the cold.

One of her hands was still in the silver lion's mouth, its sharp, white canine teeth gently nibbling at her delicate wrist, clear saliva with a slightly fishy smell and a hint of cold lotus fragrance winding down its pink skin. Its blood-red eyes, clearly belonging to a wild beast, were deeper and darker than most humans', easily revealing the hidden venom, ferocity, and arrogant coldness within them.

The first time, the silver lion pounced on her, pinning her to the ground, and she was terrified. The second time, it led her out of the secret passage, and she was still terrified. The third time, it grabbed her arm and forced her to eat, and she remained filled with fear. Later, she ate the warm tsampa the silver lion had given her, snatched beef from its mouth, and fell asleep cuddling a mastiff. After that, the silver lion kept her as a pet, feeding her, putting her to sleep, and often carrying her on its back. Just as she began to see the silver lion as family and a friend, it viciously bit her shoulder when she disobeyed, and even ate people in front of her, reigniting her extinguished fear. Later still, on a dark and cold night, she huddled on the carpet of this blood-soaked and eerie palace, her body chilled to the bone, and it was the silver lion that gradually warmed her. After falling ill, it was Yinni who begged the Beast King to find a doctor, pulling her back from a feverish coma. From then on, she completely opened her heart to Yinni, treating it as her support and someone she could confide in.

What did it matter if she was a beast's pet, devoid of human dignity? She had parents, but their kinship with her, their only blood relative, was as thin as paper. In the past twenty years, only one person, Zaxi Langcuo, had cherished her like the apple of his eye.

She released Yinni's tongue, reached out and hugged its mastiff head, flashing it a big, somewhat smug smile: "Yinni, I'm not afraid of you at all now." Yinni

lowered its head, its nostrils flaring with hot, rough breath, its scarlet tongue licking her face back and forth. The touch was light, the rough tip of its tongue skimming across her forehead, eyebrows, nose, cheeks, and even licking her lips several times. A damp, slightly fishy smell mixed with a faint, cool lotus fragrance filled her nostrils, much more pleasant than before.

"Silver Lion, what good thing did you eat? Your scent has actually become more fragrant." She stroked its fangs and giggled as she asked.

"Awooo—" Silver Lion growled in its throat, its ape tongue licking her face even more enthusiastically, occasionally rubbing its coarse, furry hair against her neck.

"No, it tickles! It tickles, Silver Lion, don't lick, don't prick me, it tickles!"

The wet, rough tongue and the perfectly soft fur tickled her face and neck, making Luo Zhu laugh until she was breathless, shaking her head left and right to avoid it. Her soft, fleshy hands were only focused on pushing away Silver Lion's thick muzzle, completely unaware that Silver Lion's lower body had begun to move slightly against her.

Chapter 120 Disturbance? Heartbeat (Part 1)

Laughter drifted out from the gaps in the heavy, luxurious cashmere curtains, captivating the two tall, burly men standing behind them. They had been standing outside the curtains since the female slave teased the silver lion, asking if it was hot and coaxing it to open its mouth.

Upon hearing that soft, sweet, and playful voice he had never heard before, Zanbu Zhuodun almost immediately stopped Shijia Tashi from lifting the curtain for him.

The clear, bright female voice contained no indifference, no fear, no shrinking back, no sadness, no pain, no sobbing, no gloom; it was soft, gentle, sweet, and tender, like the chirping of a newly hatched golden sparrow, both joyful and affectionate. Zanbu Zhuodun and Shijia Tashi felt as if a furry little claw had suddenly grown in their hearts, scratching and itching intensely, making them want to plunge their hands into their hearts and squeeze and claw, and even more so, to hold that chirping little golden sparrow in their hands and knead it vigorously.

Listening to the string of clear, delicate, soft, and sweet laughter, Zanbu Zhuodun finally couldn't resist reaching out and quietly lifting the curtain. A radiant, bright smiling face instantly crashed into the hearts of the two men.

Her usually pale face flushed with excitement, her crescent-shaped black eyebrows arched playfully, and her large eyes curved into joyful smiles, her obsidian-like pupils brimming with sweet, delicate laughter. Her pink, petal-like lips parted freely, her giggles like tinkling silver bells. Her entire face radiated youthful vitality and beauty, making one feel as if they were seeing blooming Gesang flowers on a grassland.

She rubbed and twisted against Yin Ni like candy, playing wildly and spoiling him. Her rosy cheeks, her sweet, upturned lips, and the deep dependence in her eyes, like waves crashing against the two men again and again.

She had never shown such a face or acted like this before them.

Zanbu Zhuodun narrowed his hawk-like eyes, his pupils filled with that radiant smile. From the moment this female slave appeared before him, she had been silent and listless, half-dead. So when she showed fear, her terrified eyes, and trembled and cried out in pain, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire to torment and ravage her. He thought that was her most vivid, most adorable, and most endearing quality, and he enjoyed admiring and liking her endlessly. However, only now did he realize he was wrong. He had never imagined that when she genuinely showed joy and unrestrainedness, blossomed with affection and sweetness, and revealed playful dependence, it would stir his heart, strike his soul, and give him a strong, tingling sensation. What would it feel like if he were the one being pressed and rubbed by her, if he were the one she was teasing and playing with?

"Silver Lion, I'm not afraid of you at all now." Her slightly smug, sweet voice made Shakya Taixiu's heart pound wildly. He stared intently at her parted, round lips, two dark flames flickering in his long, dark eyes. If the "Silver Lion" at the beginning of that sentence were replaced with "Shakyamuni," would she be able to laugh and act coquettishly in front of him? Unlike the king who made everyone shun him, he had also had women laugh and act coquettishly in front of him. When he was in a good mood, he would casually tease her; when he was in a so-so mood, he would be indifferent and cold; when he was in a bad mood, he would directly draw his sword and kill people. He had never felt such longing and excitement as he did now, hoping that a woman could act coquettishly and laugh unrestrainedly in his arms.

Zanbu Zhuodun and Shakyamuni simultaneously licked their slightly dry lips, feeling a faint jealousy towards the Silver Lion on the bed. Their two sharp eyes flickered, complex and unpredictable.

Shakyamuni tried his best to suppress the urge to rush in and hug the woman who was laughing like a blooming Gesang flower and kiss her passionately, his peripheral vision subtly falling on the king's profile to his left.

The king's profile, devoid of any gentleness or warmth, was so handsome it seemed as if sculpted by a demon. From his full forehead to his straight nose and slightly upturned, resolute chin, the lines were smooth and profound, exuding a sharp, ruthless aura. His thick eyebrows slanted like swords, his cheekbones were slightly high, and the tip of his nose and the corners of his straight lips painted a picture of cold, disdainful indifference. Several thin, long braids mixed with slightly curled, dark brown hair cascaded unruly over his shoulders. A sapphire skull hair ornament shimmered with a cold, mysterious, and eerie light. Exquisite sable fur paired with an intricately patterned gold lotus collar made the king appear as noble and majestic as a son of a god descended to earth.

And this son of a god, whom he had protected since childhood, had finally been touched by human love. Though his face remained expressionless, his eagle-like, sharp eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the woman frolicking with the silver lion. His eyes burned with a sinister, greedy light, as if he wanted to devour the tender female slave whole.

"Your Majesty, if you don't go in soon, you'll be letting Silver Lion have it,"

he whispered, a dark glint in his long eyes as he watched Silver Lion's throbbing body on the bed with a half-smile. The little pig was too oblivious to notice anything; he clearly saw the thick, dark red penis protruding from Silver Lion's lower abdomen. Silver Lion had served the king for quite some time, and as the king's personal guard, he got along well with Silver Lion, yet he had never seen Silver Lion mate with any female mastiff. Throw a delicate female slave, drugged with estrus pills, and it would chew her up, leaving only crunchy bits of hair. A fully grown male mastiff in the prime of its youth, yet it didn't even have a heat cycle. He had once thought that being saved by the Dharma King had damaged its masculine essence. It wasn't until it chose a piglet as its servant and watched it tirelessly run around for the piglet that he realized its rescue by the Dharma King hadn't damaged its masculine essence, but rather awakened its wild instincts. While remaining loyal to the king, it had also developed the intelligence to domesticate its beloved creature, much like a human.

Somewhat amused, he touched his nose and suddenly realized how similar he and the Silver Lion were. Both had shown unwavering loyalty to the king, and both had fallen for a female servant. And this female servant, coincidentally, was also the king's favorite.

Reminded by Shakya Tashi, Zanbu Zhuodun also noticed the Silver Lion's unusual change. His eyes darkened slightly, he gave a cold snort, and strode into the inner room.

"Silver Lion, you go out first."

The cold command wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap in a clear sky, instantly stopping the playful man and the mastiff in their tracks, their expressions frozen. It felt like an eternity, yet also like a fleeting moment. The silver lion grunted, its wet, rough tongue swiftly licking Luo Zhu's half-open, rounded lips before leaping nimbly off the bed. It wagged its tail at Zanbu Zhuodun, raising its left hind leg to reveal its dark red, thick, long penis pressed against its abdomen.

"Remember, without my permission, you must not commit adultery," Zanbu Zhuodun said indifferently, looking down at the silver lion. He paused, then a sudden smirk appeared on his lips. "However, if you remain faithful, perhaps I will consider it later."

"Awooo—"

The silver lion's eyes filled with sorrow, letting out a low, dejected howl. It wagged its tail again, giving the bed a longing look before leaving the palace, almost turning back every few steps.

When Zanbu Zhuodun sat on the bed and covered Luo Zhu with the blankets again, the smile on her face had vanished completely. She heard the Beast King's warning to Yin Ni perfectly clearly. Damn it, the Beast King himself was a beast, yet he thought Yin Ni was just as filthy and beastly. What did he mean by unauthorized rape? Yin Ni was so considerate and doting towards her, how could he possibly be as cruel as those drugged, low-class mastiffs in Nuri Cage Gou?

Chapter 121 Disturbance? Heartbeat (Part Two)

Luo Zhu dared not and did not want to meet the Beast King's gaze. She respectfully lowered her eyes, lying obediently, letting the Beast King scrutinize her. The gaze lingering on her face was as sinister and cold as ever, sharp and menacing, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to contain something more inexplicable.

"Look at me." The Beast King's voice floated down gently from above, deep and resonant yet cold and indifferent. When not angry, this voice always carried a faint, emotionless smile. However, if anyone took that smile seriously, it meant standing on the edge of a cliff of death.

"You're the boss. If you disobey, you'll only end up with limbs severed, eyes gouged out, tongue pulled out, and turned into a living decoration. I can't bear that."

Luo Zhu dared not forget the beastly king's bloody warning from last night. She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and slowly raised her eyes, which had been extinguished of all thoughts, to look at the beastly king as ordered. His

waterlogged obsidian eyes had lost their bright, clear light, their charming, sweet smile, and their deep affection and dependence. They seemed draped in a gray curtain, dim and silent, devoid of any vibrant spirit. The only trace of life was the fear suppressed deep within them. In the past, he loved to torture and abuse her, watching that suppressed fear burst forth, mixing with pain and engulfing her eyes, bringing those large, dark eyes, mostly black with little white, to life.

The beast king's thick, dark, slanted eyebrows slowly furrowed, his full, ochre-red lips pressed into sharp, cold lines, and his piercing eagle eyes, though unfathomable, subtly revealed his displeasure. This displeasure seemed to be accumulating, gradually intensifying.

Strangely, even though his disgusting feeding last night had caused spasms in her throat, she remembered the previous night's lesson and stubbornly held back from vomiting. He wanted her to touch, and she touched him without fear of her hands breaking. He wanted her to lick, and she licked him without fear of her tongue breaking. He nibbled, bit, rubbed, kneaded, grabbed, and twisted her body; she lost all feminine shame, gritting her teeth as he ravaged her, earning only bruises and teeth marks. Even now, lying still, her entire body burned with pain. As a slave, she believed she hadn't committed the slightest act of disobedience; what was it that he still disliked about her? Wait, could it be that her rare moment of relaxation and playful interaction with the Silver Lion offended his eyes? This… can’t be that twisted, can it? He can’t even stand seeing someone happy.

Under Zanbu Zhuodun’s increasingly sharp and cold gaze, Luo Zhu tried her best to maintain a humble and indifferent expression. Her body was stiff and cold, trembling slightly under the covers, her mind racing.

“Laugh.” A single word was suddenly uttered from his pursed, ruthless, sharp lips.

Her thoughts froze, her mind blank. What kind of crazy order was this?

“Laugh!”

The Beast King’s abnormal behavior last night had clearly continued; this time, the order was filled with an unyielding authority. His arched eyebrows furrowed even more, a shallow crease appearing between them. His hawk-like eyes, besides a hint of displeasure, were filled with a chilling coldness. A strange, chilling aura emanated from him, carrying a powerful, cruel, and domineering presence that pressed down heavily.

Sure enough, her smile displeased the Beast King!

Luo Zhu's heart clenched rapidly, a chill spreading from her feet like a cold, venomous snake slowly crawling through her limbs, slicing through her nerves inch by inch. Her facial muscles were already stiff, but she couldn't disobey the Beast King's command. She struggled to move the corners of her mouth, barely managing to force a smile, trying to freeze it on her face so the Beast King could clearly see her obedience. The

hawk-like eyes that had been watching her closely suddenly narrowed, a dark light flashing, a turbulent undercurrent, the inexplicable displeasure hidden deep within them abruptly transforming into an inexplicable rage. A shadow suddenly appeared before her, a sharp gust of wind whipping up, cutting her cheek with a sharp pain. Before she could react, a deafening roar erupted, and the face of the Beast King before her blurred and twitched, his body abruptly sinking to the ground, motionless. How familiar and unforgettable this experience was!

Zanbu Zhuotun stood beside Luo Zhu, arms hanging naturally, looking down at her like a god, his hawk-like eyes as cold as the perpetual snow on a mountain peak.

Even after this near-death experience, a forced smile remained stubbornly frozen on his face. Luo Zhu's brain briefly froze in the deafening roar; her large, dull, lifeless eyes remained fixed on the Beast King.

Time ticked by, and the palace fell into an eerie silence. Just as Luo Zhu finally restarted her mind, thinking she was destined to stare at the Beast King forever, thinking she would be slowly tortured to death by his fierce and cold gaze, the Beast King broke the silence.

"What an ugly laugh."

The cold, indifferent voice had lost its emotionless chuckle, becoming flat, dry, and devoid of any inflection, only a hint of mockery and disdain flickering in its hawk-like eyes. Then, the hem of a luxurious fur robe inlaid with precious sable fur drew a perfect semi-circle before her eyes, gradually fading away with the rhythmic, heavy footsteps.

Luo Zhu lay quietly on a pile of ruins, her eyes drawn to the vividly colored, heavy murals on the dome. Her back was uncomfortable from the broken pieces of the bed, but she couldn't turn over or get up.

At this moment, her heart, which had been taut and contracted as if it had stopped beating, was pounding violently in her chest. Her stiff body, though relaxing, was utterly weak and powerless. Cold sweat instantly poured from her pores, her icy body soaked as if she had just been pulled from the water.

Even with her ugly laugh, she was a hundred times more beautiful than that perverted beast! Damn it, he scared her once, why did he have to scare her a second time? Doesn't he know people can be scared to death? "So what if her smile was a little ugly ? Was it really necessary to smash another bed?" Even if he were a king of high status, he shouldn't squander the nation's tax revenue like this, taking advantage of the abundant treasury.

The lingering fear lingered, her nose stung, and her vision blurred slightly. A thousand grievances welled up inside her. That beast! Didn't he just say he liked her last night? Even if there wasn't much genuine affection, shouldn't he at least show a little tenderness? She might not be a stunning beauty, but she was at least a delicate wildflower.

Suddenly, a rugged, wild face appeared in her field of vision. Sharp, dark eyes held the usual cold malice, while a strange, mocking smile played on his lips.

"Little pig, the king wasn't wrong, your smile really is ugly."

Shakya Tashi squatted beside Luo Zhu, scrutinizing her for a few moments before giving a serious assessment.

Damn it, that's the ugly smile! "Damn it, your whole family's smile is ugly! Damn it, your ancestors for eighteen generations are all ugly!"

Before he finished speaking, Luo Zhu reflexively cursed him and his entire family and ancestors for eighteen generations in her mind.

Under the cold, chilling gaze of the Beast King, capable of piercing your heart with a thousand arrows and tearing you to pieces, under the bloodthirsty, domineering aura that could almost suffocate you, drive you mad, you dare to show me a beautiful smile? I'm already doing well just to move my stiff lips, what's there to complain about! Damn it, so the Beast King has changed his torture methods; this one is so ruthless, so perverse. Forcing a weak woman filled with fear to laugh under his bloodthirsty, cold, terrifying gaze—is he trying to drive her mad first, then kill her? She stared straight at him, her vision suddenly blurring, the handsome, rugged man's face becoming indistinct, and the helpless, doting look in his dark eyes slipping away.

"The king's gone. You think I'm not as scary as him, so these eyes start cursing and crying?" Shakyamuni raised an eyebrow, amused, and reached out to tug at her stiff face, then rubbed it with his palm, gently scolding, "You really are a pig." Actually, she might not have been laughing. If her obsidian eyes had been as expressive and ever-changing as they were now, the king wouldn't have been angry. The thick, soft carpet in the palace made the king's footsteps heavy and muffled, revealing the extent of his inner turmoil. However, he could understand the little pig's pain. The king, this son of a god newly touched by human love, was certainly not a good man who understood romance.

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