Accidentally Married A Fox God - The sovereign lord spoils his wife -
Chapter 232 Warm Your Bed
Perhaps it was a test of wisdom? The concubine pondered, thinking long and hard about the question. Finally, she answered. "The spirit beast is meant to protect his master. The spirit beast is supposed to risk his life for his master. Therefore, if the master risks his life for the spirit beast, he would be a foolish person. Naturally, I will preserve my life first and foremost."
"That would be the natural thought process." Bai Qingyue nodded his head in a slight form of acknowledgement. Honestly, he wished his wife wouldn’t be so reckless with her own life. Yet, he couldn’t help appreciating her all the more for her selflessness.
It was difficult to decipher the silver-haired devil’s thoughts and opinions. However, the concubine had lived with a powerful man who was prone to fits of violence, and her only way of avoiding the Jiangshi Master’s temper was by pleasing him whenever he went into a rage. Thus, she had a lot of experience with noticing the minuscule changes in a person’s expression.
She knew that her answers had displeased this powerful, peerless man.
The concubine’s lips drew into a thin line as she resolved to use whichever means possible to capture the devilish man in front of her. Using her own body in an attempt to bargain, she gracefully rose up and stepped in an ostentatious, yet casual manner towards him, moving her body in a way that displayed the beauty of her curves.
"Sir, it will be my honour to warm your bed." The concubine said, using an informal choice of words to address him.
Bai Qingyue’s golden eyes glinted with suppressed fury. He momentarily dumped Sheng Jing Wu’s crippled body behind himself and kept one palm on the hilt of his sword.
Sadly, the concubine was too confident with the success of her technique and mistook the devilish man’s eyes, which were flaming with rage, to be a pair of pupils burning with lust instead.
"I will surely be able to fulfill your every desire..." The concubine fluttered her long eyelashes and smiled gently, reaching with her fair arms to wrap around the devilish man’s neck.
An inch before the concubine’s delicate fingers were about to make contact with Bai Qingyue’s skin, he stepped away, kicking the stump of Sheng Jing Wu’s amputated arm with the back of his heel, causing the tortured, nearly unconscious man to cry out again.
Bai Qingyue withdrew his sword from its sheath and sliced the audacious girl’s head off.
He glanced at the headless corpse with revulsion, right before turning his furious glare towards the rest of the concubines leaning against the wall. "Anyone else care to join their friend in the afterlife?"
Like well-trained dogs, the trembling concubines simultaneously shook their head.
Bai Qingyue pointed at his own chest with the pommel of the sword, "This Lord is already attached to a single wife and is not seeking anyone else. If you follow my orders and keep an appropriate distance, I may let you live. Dare to touch me again, and you shall suffer a fate worse than death." As if to prove his point, the Sovereign Lord purposefully smashed his foot onto Sheng Jing Wu’s stump again.
His words were echoed by the Jiangshi Master’s howling screams.
The concubines accepted his words as their new law, bowing low before their new master.
"I shall return to collect you at a later date." Bai Qingyue said. He made a summoning signal with his unoccupied hand and almost instantly, a pair of beautiful twin girls abruptly manifested at the entrance of the manor.
"My lord." They knelt in reverence and cupped their fist in a show of respect.
Bai Qingyue nodded his head, signalling for them to rise. "Place these humans in a confined location and swiftly attend my wife."
After relaying the orders, he grabbed Sheng Jing Wu’s scalp, carrying the broken and battered demonic cultivator towards his new home, the Eternal Ice Prison.
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