119: Oh no, I'm pinned to the bed by this female demon and can't move!

Su Chen heard Ye Linghan's words, looked down following her gaze, and his expression instantly froze.

[Shit! Too hasty! I forgot about this!]

But he was, after all, a veteran actor who had survived many battles.

Without changing his expression or his heartbeat skipping a beat, he naturally threw his boots on the ground and calmly slid his feet into them.

The movement was as smooth as flowing water, completed in one go.

"This is where you don't understand."

Su Chen even added a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"This is the 'Grounding' method, an untold secret in the cultivation of the Formation Dao."

"Only by walking barefoot on the earth and connecting the Divine Soul with the ley lines can one most keenly perceive the subtle fluctuations of the Formation energy, thereby discovering those deeply hidden flaws."

"This is an extremely profound Realm. I've told you before, a crude person like you who only knows about killing wouldn't understand."

Ye Linghan nodded solemnly, looking like a student receiving instruction: "So that's how it is. Husband knows so much."

"Of course."

Seeing that she seemed to believe him, Su Chen was ecstatic. He turned around to pull the door open.

"Since you understand, then hurry up and sleep. I'll be right back, don't wait for me."

As long as he got out of this door, Divine Son Peak was so big; if he found any random cave to hide in for the night, who could find him?

However, his hand hadn't even touched the door bolt yet.

An irresistible and massive suction force suddenly attacked from behind!

It was the pure Demonic Path Law, overbearing and completely unreasonable.

Su Chen only felt himself grabbed by the back of the neck by an invisible giant hand, and his whole body took off uncontrollably, drawing a desperate parabola in the air.

"Ah—!!"

Accompanied by a short and shrill scream.

Bang!

He fell heavily back onto that warm yet dangerous Ten-Thousand-Year Warm Jade Bed.

In the next instant, Su Chen felt himself wrapped in a stream of Devilish Qi that was soft yet firm. His whole body was like a thrown stone, drawing a desperate arc in the air.

Bang!

He slammed face-down heavily back onto that warm yet dangerous Ten-Thousand-Year Warm Jade Bed.

The bed was soft, but Su Chen felt as if he had been thrown onto a red-hot branding iron; the bones in his whole body were about to fall apart.

He struggled to roll over, and what met his eyes was Ye Linghan's eerie and beautiful face.

He didn't know when she had gotten out of bed, but now she was barefoot, her snowy-white jade feet taking step after step, silently approaching the bedside.

Her posture was leisurely, as if strolling in her own garden, but every step felt like it was stepping on Su Chen's fragile little heart.

The dim lamplight elongated her shadow, projecting it onto the wall like an elegant Demonic Dragon slowly approaching its prey.

Su Chen's heart sank completely to the bottom.

[It's over, it's BBQ'd, there's absolutely no escape now!]

[Prison Break Plan A, declared a failure! Now initiating Plan B... what was Plan B again? Damn it, I forgot! I never thought I'd fail at the time!]

[Is this Crazy Woman part cat? She doesn't make a sound when she walks! And wasn't she asleep? Was that big funny face I made all for nothing?!]

[It's all the fault of that old scammer, Seventh Elder! He just had to lead her to me! It's also the fault of the Ancestors in the Ancestral Hall; their sneak attack wasn't thorough enough. Couldn't they just knock her out for a hundred years?! Their professional ability is too poor! I must deduct their incense offerings later!]

Su Chen's mind raced like lightning, frantically shifting the blame, while his face already wore an incredibly innocent, even somewhat aggrieved expression.

"Wife, listen to my explanation..."

Ye Linghan walked to the bedside, looking down at him from above. The playful curve at the corner of her mouth appeared eerie and dangerous under the dim lamplight.

Su Chen's heart skipped a beat at this moment.

[It's over. Plan B is forgotten. Now directly initiating Plan Z: Wait for death.]

He watched helplessly as those snowy-white jade-like bare feet stepped onto his Ten-Thousand-Year Warm Jade Bed, which symbolized his last shred of dignity.

The bed didn't even make a slight tremor.

She was like a weightless ghost.

"Wife, let's talk things out. A gentleman uses his mouth, not his hands... ah, no, a Fairy uses her mouth, not her hands!"

Su Chen squeezed out a smile that looked worse than crying, but his body was very honest, shrinking back until his spine was pressed hard against the cold wall, with no way left to retreat.

Ye Linghan didn't speak.

She just reached out a slender jade hand and pressed down on his shoulder.

That hand seemed light and weak, but when it landed, Su Chen felt as if an ancient divine mountain had crashed down, crushing all his thoughts of struggling into powder!

He couldn't move.

Then, a dark shadow carrying a mixed fragrance of orchid and blood slowly enveloped him inch by inch.

Ye Linghan leaned down, pinning Su Chen completely beneath her.

Her black hair fell like an ink-colored waterfall, and a few strands playfully brushed against his cheek, bringing an indescribable itch.

That plump and proud softness pressed tightly against his chest. The startling elasticity and warmth made Su Chen's brain instantly short-circuit, going blank.

At this moment, she was no longer the somewhat disheveled Fallen Immortal who had been suppressed by Spring Flower Autumn Moon during the day.

Within the square inches of this bed, she was the absolute Dominator.

The queen who controlled everything.

"Keep making things up."

Ye Linghan's red lips parted slightly, uttering only one word.

She extended her index finger, its tip carrying a jade-like coolness, slowly sliding down Su Chen's brow bone, passing over his straight nose, and finally stopping on his lips, pressing down with varying pressure.

"Continue your story. This Seat is listening."

Su Chen's Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, happening to press against her cool fingertip.

"Wife, this is where you're wrong."

He tried to use logic to influence this Demonic Beast who could go on a rampage at any moment.

"Between husband and wife, what is the most important thing? Trust! You're being so hands-on, where's the decorum? If word gets out, what will people think of our Su Family?"

"Trust?"

Ye Linghan chuckled, the hint of madness in her laughter so thick it wouldn't dissipate.

"Little Husband, do you know?" Her voice was like a demonic whisper, boring into Su Chen's eardrums, every word carrying a trembling sensation. "Just now, when you were pouting and making a face at This Seat..."