novelraw Chapter 562 - 501: Erotic Dream (2)
Chapter 562 - 501: Erotic Dream (2)
He Luan returned in the evening.
Sang Luo asked him, "What news did you find out?"
"The Purgatory Land has been sealed again and can no longer be opened. As for your two Beast Husbands, I don’t know. Tracking their whereabouts is beyond my abilities." He Luan waved his hand dismissively, as if to say, ’Don’t make things difficult for me.’ After all, he was an outsider and could only find out so much.
Sang Luo was lost in thought. ’Only the Ghost King has the power to seal the Purgatory Land. Could it be... Sha?’
The partner imprints she shared with Yan and Quan Jin were also fine, which meant they must have left the Purgatory Land. It seemed things had gone more smoothly than she’d imagined.
"Master, don’t overthink it. The two Venerables are blessed with great fortune; they’ll definitely be fine. You should eat something first. You’ve spent the last few days fuming at Wang Wangshang. Don’t neglect your own body!" He Luan had bought some delicate pastries and floral tea from somewhere, and they looked quite appetizing.
Sang Luo picked up a peach blossom pastry. Just as she was about to put it in her mouth, she suddenly remembered something and asked him, "Did you buy this from a stall in the Ghost City?"
"What’s wrong, Master? You don’t like these? Should I go buy you something else to eat?" He Luan asked curiously.
Sang Luo sighed with a wry smile. "You of the Demon Clan aren’t bound by the Ghost Domain’s restrictions. Yan once told me that living people can’t eat the food of the Ghost Domain, or they’ll never be able to leave. But now, for me... ah, forget it. It makes no difference anyway."
She hadn’t had much of an appetite these past few days. Knowing that Yan and Quan Jin were safe and sound, her mood brightened a little. She casually picked up a pastry and popped it into her mouth. The flavor was actually quite good.
He Luan’s eyes widened in realization. "Oh, so there’s a rule like that. We pure-blood members of the Demon Clan are formed from Demonic Qi, so we don’t fall under the Ghost Domain’s jurisdiction. However, most of the Demon Clan in the Demon Realm are of mixed Demon Beast blood, and many are even Fallen Demon Beastmen. Pure-blooded demons are extremely rare. Otherwise, His Majesty the Demon Lord wouldn’t have shown me mercy and let me off the hook."
Sang Luo’s palate had long since been spoiled. After a few bites just to taste something new, she lost her appetite. "I can’t finish all this. Come and eat with me."
"You’re so good to me, Master!"
He Luan’s smile was soft and bewitching. He didn’t stand on ceremony, sitting down across from her and popping an osmanthus cake into his mouth. Though his manners were very refined, he devoured the food like a whirlwind, finishing off both oil-paper packets of pastries.
Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, he quickly poured a cup of tea and handed it to Sang Luo. "Master, try this. The floral tea is also very good. I bought it especially for you!"
"...Don’t call me Master anymore. It sounds too awkward." Sang Luo took the tea and had a sip. It was indeed quite good.
As the sky grew dark, He Luan cleared the table and said he wanted to go for a walk. Sang Luo let him leave.
Sang Luo was getting sleepy too, but as she lay in bed, she felt no desire to sleep. She remained vigilant, wondering if that pervert, Dun, would show up tonight.
But slowly, she began to feel that something was wrong.
Her body... felt wrong!
Sang Luo hadn’t even covered herself with the blanket, yet she felt unbearably hot. Her body was undergoing certain indescribable, subtle changes.
’What’s going on?’
If a male Beastman were present, he would undoubtedly go wild. The faint fragrance on the female’s body was growing richer and more intense, enough to stir the deepest, most hidden desires in any male Beastman’s heart!
It was the scent of a female in heat!
Having had a whole brood of children, how could Sang Luo not know what this meant? Her heart pounded with panic as she suddenly recalled He Luan’s smile before he left.
She had thought he was simply in a good mood. But thinking back, she realized that smile had held a hint of the triumphant satisfaction of a great revenge fulfilled!
She hurriedly took out the music box, only to find that the slave mark on the Demon Artifact had been removed. The one who did it was at a higher realm than Quan Jin.
A terrible thought flashed through Sang Luo’s mind. She scrambled out of bed, but her legs gave way, and she nearly collapsed to the floor.
As time passed, her thoughts grew hazy.
The urge deep within her body grew stronger and stronger.
She bit her tongue hard. The taste of blood filled her mouth, but it was no use.
After that, Sang Luo’s vision blurred, and her memory became fragmented.
A pleasant scent of ambergris wafted over. She liked this smell and subconsciously moved closer, her hands touching something hard and solid. It was slightly soft to the touch, cool and temperate... not like a wall. It was more like... a man’s chest?
Her nose nuzzled randomly against the man’s chest, wrinkling his collar. The scent of agarwood grew even richer, assailing her senses.
She wanted more!
Her soft, pliant body practically wrapped itself around his tall, imposing frame.
But his body stiffened, like a block of wood that knew nothing of passion, a stone devoid of romance.
Sang Luo’s body and mind were on fire. She instinctively tugged at his clothes, lowered her head, and twitched her nose again. She seemed to catch a faint scent of blood...
She subconsciously wanted to find where the man was injured.
But he pushed her away, deliberately avoiding her.
His attitude was very cold.
For some reason, Sang Luo’s nose tingled. She couldn’t tell if it was from feeling wronged or from the shame and anger of being rejected.
She only knew her body was growing hotter and hotter, while the man’s body was cool and comfortable. Once again, she brazenly entangled herself with him.
Slowly, the man’s breathing grew ragged.
His large, slender hands pressed down on her slim waist.
Sang Luo seemed to hear a long sigh, one tinged with resignation and a hint of indulgence.
His last vestiges of resistance crumbled under her passionate assault.
Lust drowned out reason.
A strange yet familiar tenderness. The man deliberately held back his strength, but Sang Luo still let out a soft, pained whimper, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
The man cupped her face and kissed away her tears.
...
When she woke again, it was three days later.
Looking at the familiar furnishings around her, Sang Luo thought she was dreaming. She wasn’t in Wang Shang Palace—she was back in the City Lord Mansion of Ice-breaking City?!
She sat up and pinched her thigh hard. HISS... so painful!
’I’m really back?!’
Sang Luo looked down at her clothes; she was wearing the same outfit she had on before she left. Using her spiritual power, she checked for the Undead Mark on her back. It was gone.
’What happened that night in the Ghost Domain?’
Her head was splitting. Sang Luo pressed her temples as fragmented memories flickered vaguely through her mind.
’That’s right, He Luan betrayed me. He put an aphrodisiac in the food. That night... I can’t remember what happened after... I can only recall a few fragments...’
The traces left by those fragments were too "profound"—a primal memory of the body.
Sang Luo got out of bed. Her body felt fine, with no discomfort. ’Could it have... just been a wet dream?’
"Mother, are you feeling better?"
Little Stone heard the movement in the room and pushed the door open. Seeing that Sang Luo was awake, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Luoluo."
Yan and Quan Jin were back too, with their sons by their sides. The fathers and sons were all safe and sound!
However, Yan and Quan Jin were clearly still a bit disheveled, their injuries not yet fully healed. Compared to the two fathers’ sorry state, their two sons were full of vigor.
Nuonuo had nourished his Celestial Fox Fire with the flames of the Purgatory Land, making his innate talent even stronger.
As for Little Treasure, he had grown quite a bit, now looking like a boy of about ten. His trip to the Ghost Domain had been fruitful; he had devoured countless undead and resentful ghosts—pure energy that couldn’t be found anywhere else!
Unfortunately, he couldn’t devour the Ancestor Ghost Divine Beast. The power sealing it was strange, inextricably linked to the very existence of the Ghost Domain. It was the power from the source of the Ghost Domain itself...