195: Chapter 195 Step by Step Sinking, the Iceberg God's Tender Touch

In the deep, dark spatial channel, the Moon Goddess took steps, each one taken with immense difficulty.

This was not because the channel itself had any obstacles, but because the war within her heart had reached a fever pitch.

Her reason was screaming frantically, urging her to stop immediately, sever this damnable connection, and return to the cold and detached Moon Goddess Palace.

Yet, the instinct originating from the depths of her Divine Soul was like an invisible hand pushing her, pulling her.

Making her, against her own will, approach that abyss which had once brought her endless humiliation, step by step.

"I am only going to investigate the enemy situation... I am only doing this to 'settle the overall situation'..."

She could only hypnotize herself repeatedly in her heart.

Finally, at the end of the channel, that familiar, dark underground palace that she both feared and hated, appeared before her eyes.

The Moon Goddess took a deep breath, straightened her illusory light veil, and tried her best to restore her expression to that cold and aloof appearance of the past.

Then, she stepped out.

Just the moment she stepped out of the bone mirror.

A sudden change occurred!

An extremely familiar yet hundred times more intense, strange, and exotic fragrance rushed toward her without warning!

Half of this aura was the overbearing heat that scorched the Divine Soul, and the other half was the pure demonic thought that stirred primitive desires!

"This is...!"

The Moon Goddess's face changed drastically, and she instinctively wanted to retreat.

But it was already too late.

That aura, like a flood that had found a vent, flowed through her mouth and nose, crazily surging into her Divine Soul!

Boom!

The Moon Goddess felt as if her brain had been heavily struck by a ten-thousand-jin heavy hammer, and it instantly went blank.

That "Karma Love Poison" within her body, which she had forcibly suppressed for half a month.

At the moment it touched this homologous aura, it was like a raging fire splashed with hot oil, erupting violently!

That overbearing heat, with unprecedented intensity, instantly swept through every part of her Divine Soul and body!

"Mm..."

The Moon Goddess let out a muffled groan, and her legs, which had just stepped out of the bone mirror, uncontrollably went soft.

If she hadn't steadied herself by holding onto the mirror frame behind her, she would likely have fallen to her knees on the spot.

"What... is going on?"

The Moon Goddess gasped for breath, her eyes filled with panic and confusion.

She looked toward the source of that aura.

She saw that in the shadows not far away, Ye Qingyu was looking at her with a "panicked" expression.

Her body was still trembling slightly, as if she had been frightened by her sudden arrival.

And from Ye Qingyu's body, that strange aura that made her Divine Soul tremble was constantly emanating.

"It is her... it is the Restriction within her body!"

The Moon Goddess instantly "understood."

It must have been that devil Su Yun, who had left some contingency in Ye Qingyu's body last time.

And her forcible arrival this time had accidentally triggered that Restriction, causing the power of the Restriction to leak out and detonate the hidden danger within her own body!

This explanation was logical and reasonable.

It also allowed her precarious self-esteem to find an acceptable excuse.

However, just when she tried to stabilize her mind, sever the Karma again, and escape from this place of trouble.

She discovered with horror...

That she actually... did not want to leave!

No!

It was not that she did not want to leave, but that in her subconscious, she simply did not want to leave at all!

Her arrogant Dao Heart, which viewed all living beings as ants, was now pathologically and frantically craving that man's gaze!

She was even looking forward to it!

"I... what has happened to me?"

The Moon Goddess was completely panicked.

This kind of depraved thought, which originated from the depths of her Soul and was completely beyond her control, made her feel more terrified than any torture.

She felt like someone standing on the edge of a cliff; her reason was pulling back desperately, but her body was uncontrollably reaching toward the abyss step by step.

Just as her Divine Soul was swaying violently, and her reason and instincts were fighting frantically.

A lazy, somewhat mocking voice, like the whisper of a devil, suddenly exploded in the depths of her Sea of Consciousness without warning.

"What?"

"Have you started missing me so soon after leaving?"

Rumble!

This simple sentence was like a divine thunderbolt from the Nine Heavens.

Carrying an unrivaled overbearingness and majesty, it ruthlessly struck the fragile shell of the Moon Goddess's self-esteem!

"Crack—"

A crisp shattering sound, which only she could hear, rang out.

That hard shell, which had wrapped around her ten thousand years of pride, was smashed to pieces by this light sentence!

All self-deception and all high-sounding excuses seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

He knew!

He knew everything!

He had been waiting for her to walk right into his trap from the very beginning!

She was like a ridiculous clown, performing self-righteously, not knowing that she had been played in the palm of his hand from start to finish!

Endless humiliation and shame, like a bursting flood, instantly submerged all of the Moon Goddess's reason.

However, under the double attack of this extreme mental pressure and the love poison in her body, her frantically struggling Divine Soul became strangely calm.

She gave up all resistance.

Or rather, she no longer had the strength or the will to resist.

That semi-transparent, peerlessly beautiful Divine Soul slowly knelt down heavily in mid-air toward the blurred figure in dark robes on the throne.

"Thump."

This time it was not because her legs were weak, nor was it forced; it was willing.

She trembled, using all her strength, from the depths of her throat.

Squeezed out a sweet, charming... form of address, full of endless humiliation and depraved pleasure.

"Mas...ter..."

The voice was as light as a mosquito's hum, yet it clearly resonated throughout the entire underground palace.

The ten-thousand-year iceberg melted completely at this moment.

Turning into the gentle tenderness that belonged only to Su Yun alone.

On the throne, Su Yun watched this scene with no expression on his face.

He just picked up the fragrant tea that Zi Yun had prepared for him, and took a gentle sip.

Hmm, the temperature was just right.