Scheming in the Whirlwind (Part 3)

The dazzling red was like a beam of light, or perhaps a phantom. Wan Ou was uncertain and could only use all her strength to clumsily use her mediocre magic, refusing to let him get close.

But who was DuGu Lue!

With a slight bend of his blood - dripping finger, a burst of energy shot out. The smoky and chaotic room immediately stilled. Wan Ou's slender little hands fluttered wildly, as if in a passionate piano solo at the Vienna concert, but to no avail. Her magic power was too weak. In front of DuGu Lue, she was like an amateur showing off in front of an expert.

Wan Ou, who had a science background, had always had doubts about Journey to the West. But now, experiencing this illusory world firsthand, she realized how fortunate it would be to have the seventy - two transformations of Sun Wukong. However, she was not even comparable to a single hair of Sun Wukong. Only Xuanzang was an ordinary mortal in the human world, but he had the protection of the Tathagata Buddha. And what about her? She wasn't pure - hearted enough to enter Buddhism, and not fierce enough to go to war.

"What... what are you doing..."

Amid her shouts, DuGu Lue had already taken off his wedding clothes. His body was tall and had distinct lines. His dark and smooth skin exuded the charm of a mature man in every way.

She was as transparent as crystal, while he was as shiny as black jade. The sharp contrast in colors and the identities of the aggressor and the invaded made the situation between the two of them tense, on the verge of breaking out.

She felt as if she was being entangled by a cold black snake. Wan Ou didn't dare to move, watching his blood - dripping finger swim on her crystal - clear skin. She was simply like a crystal doll, so fragile that a gentle touch could shatter her. But those big hands, which clearly knew all this, wickedly reached into the inner side of her thigh.

"What are you going to do?" Wan Ou trembled all over. "You are the renowned Lord of the Wolf - Controlling Region..."

"Lord of the Wolf - Controlling Region..." He snorted contemptuously. A cruel smile flashed across his frivolous lips. His other free hand pinched her pointed chin, and his slightly rough fingertips exuded his disdain.

Seeing that he regarded ethics and imperial power as nothing, she suddenly realized that she had made the wrong bet. "DuGu Lue, stop... The Seventh Princess is your princess consort..."

"How dare you mention the Seventh Princess again!" DuGu Lue played with the small knife she had conjured up. Suddenly, he threw it upwards, and the tip of the knife plunged straight into her heart.

"Ah - no -" Wan Ou screamed in horror, but no sound came out. Her instinct for survival made her crystal - clear body struggle, but she couldn't avoid the sharp blade.

A sneer clearly escaped from his cold lips. DuGu Lue flipped his wrist and stretched out two fingers to clamp the tip of the knife, which was as thin as a cicada's wing. How could she compare in cruelty with him?

Wan Ou, on the verge of death, looked at this man in horror. He was a devil, a cursed devil. He not only wanted to see her panicked and embarrassed appearance to satisfy his perverted psychology, but also wanted her to be afraid of him from the bottom of her heart.

She swore that if she could tear off the white hair covering the devil's face, the devil must be laughing wildly and triumphantly. After understanding his intentions, her pretty face, still in shock, immediately turned as cold as ice.

"The spring night is short, and such a beautiful moment should not be wasted." Immersed in the good mood of having a crystal - like girl on his wedding night, he unhesitatingly began to conquer her body.

Unable to break free, Wan Ou despairingly endured the man who was as cold as a snake and as fierce as a wolf. Her body arched.