The Evil Consort Above An Evil King

“Xijiu, you can’t bear to part with me. Come, lift your foot up…” said Long Siye, with his eyes exuding tenderness and affection.

Gu Xijiu did not say a word. She did not lift her foot up. Instead, she stabbed him with her sword, ferociously.

There was a loud bang! And, Long Siye disappeared. This time, the mussel transformed into Di Fuyi, naked.

At her foot, he was lying there in his skin with nothing on. He looked at her with his watery eyes and asked, “Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

Gu Xijiu was hit by a sudden thought in her head. She could leave it at the naked image of Di Fuyi. The real problem, however, was that the position of her foot was placed precisely on his penis.

He shifted a little, and she could already feel the ‘thing’ hardened at her foot.

Due to the sudden overwhelming visual impact, she quickly moved her foot. Di Fuyi took advantage of the situation and rolled away from her clutches. He stood up right in front of her.

He was still naked, and his body composition was close to perfection, like a sculptural art. He was neither too fat nor too thin. He was still without a shred of clothing on, the only thing that covered him was his dark hair hung down loosely. All the sensitive spots of his body were only partially covered by his loose hair.

He was exceedingly beautiful, enough to cause the fall of a city. He took a few steps closer to her, and she simultaneously took a few steps to back. She knew that the person standing in front of her was not the real Di Fuyi, and she knew that she should hit him without hesitation, but she just could not attack him under such a strong visual influence.

“Sweetheart, should we celebrate the union of our wedding tonight?” With a spurious smile, Di Fuyi’s eyes were immensely glancing at her. He reached out his hand, “Come here and let me love you.”

Gu Xijiu was speechless.

It was such a spoil to the perspectives she had of him in her mind. She knew that even though Di Fuyi was unpredictable, he would not do something that was as obscene and dirty as what she was witnessing now.

Therefore, the one in front of her was still an illusion!

The part that annoyed her most was that she had never seen Di Fuyi naked before, so the illusion in front of her must be a fake!

With this realization, Gu Xijiu was full of rage. Her sword gleamed as she aimed it towards Di Fuyi frantically, “Bastard, I’ll slaughter you! I will cut your penis off!”

Di Fuyi disappeared. It turned out that the mussel was still in front of her, helplessly dodging to avoid her strikes.

The mussel suffered a significant injury, so its spiritual power that served as a shield was greatly reduced. Gu Xijiu continued attacking it relentlessly. Its solid shell was almost broken after her rounds of attacks.

The shell surface was full of knife marks and scars. The mussel finally surrendered, “Hey, hey, stop! I can fulfill your wish; I’ll give you whatever you want…”

It thought that it was an Aladdin’s lamp that could give her whatever she wanted.

“I don’t want anything, I only want to kill you and make you into soup!” answered Gu Xijiu, sternly.

Just when she was about to cut it, she heard someone heaving a sigh from behind, “Such a reckless waste of God’s good gift, all you could think of doing with this mussel which is a thousand years old was to make soup.”

Gu Xijiu turned her head around and saw Si Chen standing not too far behind her, with his green robes swaying lightly.

Was this real? Or was this an illusion?

Gu Xijiu quickly turned her attention back to the mussel that was rolling all over the ground like a spinning wheel. She was slightly distracted earlier by Si Chen.

The mussel quickly rolled itself toward Si Chen.

With a flash of light from her sword, Gu Xijiu cast a misty wall in the way of the rolling mussel. It hit the wall and was immediately dragged into it as if trapped in the winds of a tornado. Within the wall, it spun like a windmill.