148: Chapter 148 Don't Peep at Others

Ye Xuan slapped Murong Liyue's perky buttocks a few times, causing her delicate body to tremble.

"Let go of me, you Pretty Boy! You're such a pervert!"

Feeling the pain in her backside, Murong Liyue's pretty face instantly became teary.

"Smack, smack, smack—"

After a few more slaps on Murong Liyue's perky buttocks, Ye Xuan finally let her go, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes: "If there's a next time, I'll find a stick and beat your butt until it's swollen!"

"Wuu... You big bad guy, it hurts so much..." Murong Liyue retreated to the edge of the dunkong shuttle, eyes filled with tears, gently touching her butt with her small hand, afraid to use too much force because of the pain.

Ye Xuan looked at Murong Liyue calmly and clapped his hands nonchalantly: "Who told you to offer yourself up to pinch my face again? Is my face something that a Little Fatty Murong like you can just pinch whenever you want?"

"Hmph, Brother Leng never resisted when I pinched his face, and he never got angry either. Compared to him, you're just a good-looking big bad guy."

Standing to the side and holding her little butt, Murong Liyue couldn't help but think of her fiancé, subconsciously comparing him to the big bad guy in front of her.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, 'Brother Leng' already? You haven't even married him yet, and you're already calling him so intimately? If you actually marry him, wouldn't you turn the world upside down?"

As soon as Ye Xuan heard this Little Fatty Murong start calling for Leng Qianming, an invisible rage began to rise within him, and he immediately grabbed Murong Liyue and placed her back on his lap.

"Smack, smack, smack—"

"Surely your Brother Leng hasn't spanked you like I have, right?"

Ye Xuan increased the force in his hand, making Murong Liyue wail.

"Wuu wuu... It hurts so much, let me go, Brother Leng would never hit me like you big pervert!"

Murong Liyue struggled, wanting to escape from Ye Xuan's lap, but was easily pulled back by him.

"Smack, smack, smack—"

"Murong Blackie, let me tell you, you are now my captive, my little maid. In the future, stop mentioning Leng Qianming in front of me. If you do it again, I'll beat your butt until it's swollen!"

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Ye Xuan felt his hand getting a bit sore, so he finally let Murong Liyue down and glared at her fiercely.

She had no sense of priority, daring to mention another man in front of him; did she really think he had no temper? Such an arrogant attitude had to be stamped out from her mind.

"Wuu wuu wuu... You just wait, you hateful Pretty Boy. Once I escape, I will make him suppress you and make you my slave."

Murong Liyue's eyes were filled with tears, one small hand rubbing her burning butt, her eyes full of grievance and anger.

"Oh? You want to make me your slave? Just based on Leng Qianming, he can do that?" Ye Xuan smiled and leaned back into the master chair.

With his current strength, he was not afraid of any opponent of the same generation and same realm.

"You probably don't know, but his strength has reached a bottleneck, and he might break through to the Heaven Profound Realm soon. You might be able to defeat me, but he has defeated countless peers in the Holy Land."

Speaking of this, a hint of excitement flashed across Murong Liyue's pretty face: "And you are only at the early stage of the Earth Profound Realm, how could you possibly be his opponent? With your strength, you probably wouldn't even pique his interest enough for him to make a move."

"Oh? Little Murong Blackie, do you want another beating?" Ye Xuan's eyes contained a trace of a threat, and he said amusedly: "Tsk tsk tsk, although I am only at the Earth Profound Realm cultivation, a certain Little Fatty Murong who is in the Heaven Profound Realm tried to sneak attack me and failed, and was even caught by me."

Ye Xuan's half-smiling expression left Murong Liyue speechless. She instinctively covered her little butt and said stubbornly: "You... I have always been cultivating hard in the Murong Family and rarely came to the Holy Land to fight others, so I have very little combat experience. What's so great about you winning against me..."

"Oh, keep talking, why did you stop?" Ye Xuan stretched out his hands, looking at Murong Liyue very happily.

This journey was much more interesting than traveling alone. From time to time, he could bicker with Murong Liyue, and sometimes this Little Fatty Murong would even talk back, which naturally meant another round of slaps.

"Hateful Pretty Boy, big pervert, big bad guy! I curse you to grow old alone and get struck by lightning later!"

Standing behind him, Murong Liyue didn't know whether to sit or stand, looking at Ye Xuan on the master chair with a pair of resentful eyes, having cursed Ye Xuan countless times in her heart along the way.

"Hmm? Why do I feel a cold gaze behind me? Little Fatty Murong, were you cursing me in your heart? Your butt just recovered, do you want another beating now?"

Ye Xuan leaned against the master chair without turning his head, but Murong Liyue was so scared that she hid at the edge of the dunkong shuttle.

It was getting late.

"Hmm, not bad. The spatial mystic tool gifted by Senior Sister Holy Lord Xu Yan is truly powerful."

Ye Xuan patted the dunkong shuttle beneath him with satisfaction; it not only consumed little Mystic Power but was also fast, much better than a puppet.

"We are almost at the Northwest Great Territory, Yan Prefecture, Yan City. We will rest in the city for the night, and then go to the Wang Family the next day."

He stood up from the master chair and stretched; the breeze from the clouds blew over, his white robes fluttering with the wind, his demeanor ethereal and transcendent.

Ye Xuan gazed into the distance with starry eyes; an ancient city sat quietly a hundred miles away, its grandeur and aura of vicissitudes making it impossible for anyone to look away.

"After we enter the city, behave yourself. If you dare to scream or shout, I will give that black dress of yours to Leng Qianming."

Murong Liyue's little thoughts were instantly seen through by Ye Xuan. She could only lower her head and ask cautiously: "Then, can you return my spirit ring to me?"

"Hmm, return it to you? What's wrong, do you want to swallow spiritual medicine to break the restrictions? And then run back to report to Leng Qianming?" Ye Xuan's eyes narrowed as he looked at Murong Liyue teasingly.

Upon hearing this, Murong Liyue looked at Ye Xuan pitifully and said: "It's not that, I haven't thought about running away... It's just that the purple dress I'm wearing is too tight... If I wear it into the city, people will see..."

"You're so fat, yet you demand to change clothes, and you even argued with me on the road saying you weren't fat." Ye Xuan casually took out a purple short skirt from her spirit ring and threw it over: "Returning the spirit ring to you is impossible. You can change your clothes, I won't peek."

After saying this, Ye Xuan withdrew his divine sense, turned around, and looked at the ancient city in the distance.

"Hmph, big bad guy, if you dare to peek, I will scratch your face!" Murong Liyue's pretty face flushed slightly as she took the purple short skirt. Her voice sounded abnormal, and she was terribly shy; it was her first time changing clothes next to a man.

"Huhu hu—"