TEMBMBIWB Chapter 74
by VolareSui Chunsheng placed the person on the couch, propping himself up on his elbow to observe his expression.
As expected, he saw Tan Zhui’s brow slightly furrow, as if he was uncomfortable and stirred a bit.
Sui Chunsheng whispered in his ear, “Does it still hurt? Do you want to sleep on your husband?”
Tan Zhui was a little ashamed and indignant, “Don’t… don’t call me ‘husband’ all the time.”
Sui Chunsheng chuckled, pulling him into his arms.
“Then what should I call you? We’re married now, good master, why don’t you call me ‘husband’ for a listen?”
Tan Zhui frowned tightly, gritting his teeth, “Why don’t you call me?”
Sui Chunsheng immediately chuckled softly, getting closer to his ear, “Husband~ good husband~”
Tan Zhui’s body trembled, his whole person starting to feel hot, and he subconsciously grabbed the man’s clothes.
Sui Chunsheng continued, “Husband, I’ve already called you, why don’t you call me… it’s not fair…”
Tan Zhui gritted his teeth, unable to say the words no matter what.
“I won’t call you.”
Sui Chunsheng snorted lightly, gently pinching his waist.
Tan Zhui exclaimed, a look of surprise on his face, “You… you’re being presumptuous!”
Sui Chunsheng chuckled softly, “We’re already married, I can be as presumptuous as I want… I can touch and pinch anywhere…”
As he spoke, the man’s hand slid down his waist, giving a hard pinch to his soft flesh.
Tan Zhui’s whole head turned red. He had never been pinched on his butt before, a sense of shame and anger filling him. He grabbed the man’s hand, trying to stop him, “You’re audacious… can you see clearly, I am your master who raised you, my own.”
But after being pinched twice just now, his body was still a little weak, and his voice trembled slightly.
In the eyes of the Slaughter God Throne, this naturally turned into a subtle form of seduction.
Sui Chunsheng chuckled lightly, “Husband is right…”
His other hand continued to explore Tan Zhui’s back, his movements gentle until he felt the person on him trembling non-stop. He chuckled softly.
“My good husband, my good master, why are you reacting to the disciple you raised with your own hands?”
“Who is being audacious…”
Tan Zhui was filled with shame and indignation. His heart sank, and he simply retaliated by biting hard on the man’s neck.
The White Deer Immortal used a lot of strength. The Slaughter God Throne hissed in pain, grabbing him tightly.
Being grabbed in that spot, Tan Zhui immediately let go of his mouth, tilting his head back and crying out.
The man’s strength was not small either, and his movements were very tricky.
The wet sensation soaked through his wedding clothes, a faint sweet and fishy scent spreading from within.
Sui Chunsheng clicked his tongue lightly, using his fingertip to rub the remaining white magnolia liquid in his palm.
“I just grabbed it a bit, master really scared me…”
Tan Zhui’s teeth were grinding, “You were clearly doing it on purpose.”
Sui Chunsheng smiled, completely noncommittal.
Tan Zhui subconsciously wanted to break free, but was held tightly by the man. The jingling golden ornaments on his waist trembled wildly, making a sound like jade striking jade.
A familiar sensation pressed against him. Tan Zhui’s eyes widened in fright, clearly frightened by the sheer size of the thing.
He subconsciously pushed him, “Clothes, clothes!”
Sui Chunsheng had a bright smile on his face, and without hesitation, he inserted the hibiscus root, instantly stretching open the white magnolia pistil.
“Just wear them, they look good on you…”
Tan Zhui bit his lip, his voice squeezing out from the gaps.
The jingling golden ornaments on the White Deer Immortal’s waist trembled wildly, the sound of jade striking jade becoming more and more urgent, as if each strike was enough to break them.
The increasingly restless tinkling sound could not hide the pained cries of the white magnolia. It was being bullied fiercely by the hibiscus flower, but it was unwilling to fall on that abrasive Wugu Mountain. It could only rely on the hibiscus flower, yearning for some protection, under the pounding of the wind and rain.
But it was only being trapped in the hibiscus flower’s territory, repeatedly ravaged.
Tan Zhui’s throat was already hoarse.
Suddenly, the man got off the couch. The warmth around him was suddenly taken away. Tan Zhui couldn’t help but raise his head. He couldn’t see the man’s figure, and could only sense that the man was crouching beside the couch, taking something out from under the bed.
Tan Zhui had just suffered a round of torment and was now exhausted. His voice was a little weak, “What… what are you doing?”
Sui Chunsheng pulled out a huge box from under the couch. It had familiar demon clan patterns on it, given to him by Yu Xiaodie some time ago.
For some reason, he felt that it was time to open it.
Without responding to Tan Zhui’s question, Sui Chunsheng opened the box.
The moment he saw the things laid out inside, the Slaughter God Throne was first startled, then his eyes sank, and what appeared in his eyes again was a desire that was about to burst forth.
Tan Zhui didn’t know what he was doing or what he had taken out from under the couch. He just instinctively became a little afraid.
The White Deer Immortal crawled further inside, subconsciously trying to avoid the man’s touch.
But he felt his ankle being grabbed, and he was pulled backward.
Tan Zhui instinctively flailed around, only touching the abrasive Wugu.
He exclaimed, “Let go… Ah Sheng!”
Sui Chunsheng couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “Husband, what are you afraid of?”
Tan Zhui didn’t know what he was afraid of. He was just subconsciously trying to escape.
Until the whip lashed onto his body, a dull pain instantly appearing on the lower part of his back.
It wasn’t actually very painful, but it was humiliating enough.
Tan Zhui said sternly, “Audacious! Sui Chunsheng! What are you doing!—”
Without any hesitation, Sui Chunsheng struck him again, his voice low, “That’s not right, master, you didn’t call me right.”
While struggling, Tan Zhui cursed, “You bastard! You bastard! Let go of me!”
What followed was still the whip lashing.
Sui Chunsheng said softly, “That’s not right…”
Tan Zhui bit his lip tightly, turning his face away, with an “If you have the guts, then beat me to death” attitude.
Sui Chunsheng looked at the already red buttocks and simply rubbed them gently.
Tan Zhui thought that this person was going to let him go. As soon as he let out a sigh of relief, he felt something bite down on his two spots.
The icy cold thing made him tremble subconsciously. This painful and numb sensation made him very uncomfortable.
“Sui Chunsheng! What are these things!” The White Deer Immortal rarely lost his composure.
But his good disciple didn’t answer him. What answered him was the icy cold, hard object.
He didn’t know what it was, only that it was sticky like caramelized aloe vera.
The moment the white magnolia’s pistil was pushed open by the caramelized aloe vera, the White Deer Immortal’s eyes instantly turned red. He bit his teeth, not letting his cries leak out.
The white magnolia cursed the hibiscus flower for being a rebellious traitor, but the hibiscus flower turned a deaf ear. It used another foreign root to prop open his pistil and without hesitation sent an even larger hibiscus root inside.
The white magnolia finally couldn’t help but cry out for mercy, broken, unrestrained, filled with anger and shame.
The two divine lights entwined together, the scent of hibiscus and the scent of eaglewood repeatedly merged at that moment. Just when they reached their peak, the hibiscus petals blocked the tip of the magnolia’s branches, with a malicious sense of playfulness, and placed an icy cold clamp on it, biting down hard on the swollen branch and preventing the magnolia’s crown from leaking out any saliva.
The white magnolia was drifting, it had completely lost its senses, it was entirely stretched taut from being blocked, and was still trembling wildly with the wind.
“No… I can’t… let me out… let go!”
The traitorous disciple said, “Master, think carefully, what should you call me?”
Tan Zhui cursed, “Bastard…”
The clamp bit down even harder. It was too painful, he was going to die.
Tan Zhui hissed in pain and completely abandoned his arrogance, his voice fragmented, “Husband… husband… husband!”
When the last sound of ‘husband’ fell, the clamp that was biting down tightly suddenly released.
The White Deer Immortal’s voice was completely broken, torn and hoarse.
The moment the tip of the white magnolia’s branch was released, a stream of white liquid gushed out, like a waterfall that streaked across the horizon, pouring onto the hibiscus flower’s face.
Perhaps it was revenge. The swaying of the hibiscus flower suddenly sped up, again taking the magnolia flower to climb the peak, flying to the Sky Bridge, ascending to the cloud steps of the Nine Heavens, blending in with the moonlight.
The last beat landed.
The golden ornaments on the White Deer Immortal’s waist completely broke and shattered, clattering and rolling down, hitting the couch.
Countless beads rolled down, all the way to the carpet on the ground.
When the hibiscus flower released the white magnolia, the depths of the white magnolia’s pistil opened and closed, spitting out a lot of milky white spring water. It seemed to have eaten its fill.
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The sky outside was near dawn. A fire blazed everywhere, startling the Slaughter God Throne out of his sleep.
…
Sui Chunsheng subconsciously looked at the person in his arms. He was extremely exhausted and had no reaction at all now.
He casually grabbed a piece of clothing and threw it on, lifted the tent curtain, and saw a sky full of flames.
The three demon brothers ran over from a distance, their faces filled with panic, “Lord! Lord! It’s bad, it’s bad—”
Sui Chunsheng said sternly, “Why are you in such a hurry? Has the fire reached your ass?”
Demon Two patted the flames on his butt, breaking out in a cold sweat, “Lord, someone is attacking our camp at night!”
Sui Chunsheng’s face turned cold, “People from the Nine Heavens?”
Demon Two shook his head, “No! Not from the Nine Heavens, no! They are from the Nine Heavens… ah, I don’t know anymore!”
Demon Three: “Those people have the aura of Rakshasa on them, but they are wearing the armor of the Nine Heavens. Some of them are familiar faces, they should be heavenly soldiers.”
Demon One followed, “This army is too strange, neither human nor ghost, neither immortal nor demon… they’re a bit tricky.”
Sui Chunsheng waved his hand and cast a barrier on the Lord’s tent behind him, his voice sharp, “Protect the Lord’s consort.”
The three demon brothers replied in unison, “Yes.”
The Slaughter God Throne flew away towards the source of the fire.
The night raid on the camp was carried out silently. They set fire to the outer perimeter, and then attacked the camp.
This scheme was not something Yue Shanglan could have come up with.
While thinking, Sui Chunsheng lowered his eyes and looked forward.
He was very familiar with the army in front of him. He had seen all of these faces before. They were the heavenly soldiers and generals who besieged him at Fangcun Mountain eight hundred years ago.
But the people in front of him were still different. Their faces were covered in a murky aura, their pupils were emitting a blood-red color, and their whole bodies were wrapped in a strange aura. They also seemed more irritable, and had lost their minds.
They were like a group of evil ghosts crawling out of hell.
In comparison, the Xiu Luo Clan, who were fighting them, looked more like heavenly soldiers.
Sui Chunsheng looked around, his gaze finally falling on a figure on the back of a giant beast not far away. Judging from the figure, he could already tell who it was.
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