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Matters Of The Throne

"Hold on..." The rustling of falling clothes magnifies under the silence of the night. Lying in the midst of torn corpses and bloody soil the couple entwines under the moon. Protected only by the clothes spread out beneath her the young woman shivers. Feeling the touch of his slippery tongue running across the curve of her back. "Wait." She murmurs... "I can't." The man answers as callused hands slip into the fabrics of her dress. It's not that, she tries but unable to express. "They're... watching..." The man laughs instead, "is this another way for you to reject me?" No. That's not it the young woman thought as she listens to the voices overhead. "Hey! Move over, I can't see!" "See?! What are you watching!? Roll to the side, she's my representative!" "Shut up! I can't hear the sounds!!" "Calm down everyone." Tears gather at the corner of her eyes as the young lady listen to the conversation above. Biting on her lips she really wanted to shout to the sky, "you shameless deities!! Stop watching!!!"

Xing_Yue · Kỳ huyễn
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143 Chs

Chapter 133: Welcome To My Mansion

The surface of the black military blade was covered in a radiant frost of an icy aura. Fresh and clean it was, like the first day of winter snow awakening to the crispness of air at a rising dawn.

But the energy it gave off was powerful akin to a blizzard in the middle of tumultuous storms.

Seconds was all it took within a fraction of a minute when both weapons connected in mid-air that a powerful burst of energy erupts. The butler who was unprepared for such sudden retaliation was pushed back as the ceremonial dagger was simultaneously struck away.

A shocked expression flitted across the man's facial features along with confusion as to this abrupt output of power.

But a minute was all it took before the enemy regained tranquility. Eyesight sharpened with caution to lock onto the figure of Xiao Fanyu who stood back up without difficulty.

Xiao Fanyu's line of vision did not look his way however but at the young woman confined in his arms.