Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 899 - 437 Heavenly Demon Technique

Chapter 899: Chapter 437 Heavenly Demon Technique

"Peach blossoms are luxuriant, brilliant in their splendor. The maiden is betrothed, suited for her household..."

The wind blew across the desolate weeds as Fang Zishang leaned back beside the corpse of a Bride Monster, murmuring softly.

The sky, shedding its dark color, grew increasingly bright. The full moon was gradually being devoured, soon to vanish.

Fang Zishang picked up the wine jug and took a sip.

He turned, looked at the decaying corpse he had sliced into pieces, and laughed:

"My lady, oh my lady, for you, I have killed so many innocent people. If the old man knew, he surely wouldn’t recognize me as the eldest son of the Fang Family any longer.

But it doesn’t matter; I’ve already left Famous Sword Villa long ago. The only one I’m sorry for is our daughter.

Just hope heaven protects her, and lets her live the rest of her life safely... safely... safely..."

Fang Zishang muttered, yet his gaze slowly became bewildered.

"My lady, do we have a daughter? My lady?"

He jostled the Demon corpse beside him, seemingly drunk, collapsing onto the body, "What’s my daughter’s name again? Fang... Fang... No, no, she isn’t Fang... No, no, I don’t have a daughter..."

"Husband, you do."

Suddenly, a gentle voice wafted ambiguously into his ear.

"My lady!"

Fang Zishang suddenly stood up, looking around: "My lady, where are you?"

The man eagerly searched around, his face full of joy: "I knew you were alive, I knew it, hahaha... People can be resurrected! I knew it!"

Yet immediately, Fang Zishang remembered something, and a dense malice burst from his eyes.

"No, my lady is still trapped in the Sacrificial Land, how could she be here?"

Fang Zishang swung the thousand-pound heavy sword, shouted furiously, "Is it You Tan? You vile woman, come out for me!"

Boom!

Fang Zishang destroyed the house in front of him with a single swing.

He frantically wielded his sword, chopping wildly in a manic rage.

At this moment, the sun which had originally risen to the west suddenly fell like a meteor, the sky bathed in rose gold starting to fade, enveloping everything in a dark red.

And on the full moon that had been devoured completely, appeared a black vortex.

It resembled an eye, coldly watching everything.

The vortex grew larger and larger, descending slowly, falling onto the ground, appearing like an entrance.

Fang Zishang’s mind cleared considerably, exclaiming with surprise: "The entrance to the Sacrificial Land has opened?"

He turned to look at the house where Jiang Yi was, smiled, and said:

"The brat didn’t disappoint me. You enjoy the pleasures first, I’ll explore the dangers, once I find my lady, I’ll let you know that everything I said earlier was true, I didn’t lie to you."

Fang Zishang hoisted the heavy sword, heading towards the vortex.

Soon, his figure disappeared within.

...

The bridal chamber was no longer a bridal chamber.

Red candles had been extinguished, the "double happiness" seals originally on the doors and windows disappeared.

The room returned to its former dilapidated state.

Jiang Yi sat dazedly on the chair, draped in Jiang Shouzhong’s clothes, disheveled hair sticking to her sweat-damp cheeks and forehead, exuding a lazy, enchanting allure.

Jiang Shouzhong cleaned his wounds on the side.

Several bite marks deep to the bone were on his arm, a deep wound marked his forehead, scratches nearly covered his body, his tongue nearly bitten off, embodying the word "miserable."

Needless to say, this woman put up a real struggle.

Had Jiang Shouzhong not known her hints, he would have truly thought he was a beast or a brute.

Especially afterward, trying to comfort her as he would other women, ended up almost being castrated by this madwoman.

Of course, aside from complaining, Jiang Yi indeed was very different from other women.

The experience was indescribable.

Overall, it was like a flood breaching a mountain.

Previously, many men said a night of spring pleasure with some woman, death would be worth it. Regarding this, Jiang Shouzhong was always disdainful, but now, he’s changed his perspective.

Jiang Yi is worth it.

So worth it.

"Jiang Mo..."

After a while, the woman’s hollow voice became tinged with sorrow, "Perhaps, I’m actually not afraid of death."

"You regret it?"

Jiang Shouzhong touched the bite mark on his shoulder, wincing.

Jiang Yi’s gaze slowly landed on him, slightly lifted her sharp chin, silk stockings with a few seductive white marks swayed before the man’s eyes:

"Haha, I never regret any decision I make. Besides, it was you, this beast, who forced me; I would never take the initiative to be intimate with a man."

At this moment, the woman returned to her previous prideful peacock stance.

"Mm, I’m a beast."

Jiang Shouzhong patiently nurtured what remained of the woman’s self-esteem.

He knew well, if he teased her a bit, this woman would explode like a powder keg.

And, whether it was an illusion, Jiang Shouzhong noticed that this woman’s charm had grown much stronger than before.

Not only had her skin become smoother, like a baby, but she also emitted an alluring aura.

Especially her elongated, captivating eyes, sparkling like ancient seduction.

This made Jiang Shouzhong almost dare not meet her gaze.

Fearing that he might, inadvertently, be disturbed by this seductive aura and lose his soul.

"Jiang Mo..."

Jiang Yi let out a mysterious sigh.

She casually flicked her hair, her eyes half-shut, the deeply-dyed tips carrying a sultry red, yet exuding a frosty chill: "I’m trying hard to think of a reason not to kill you, or... you think of one for me."

"Why do you want to kill me?" Jiang Shouzhong asked.

Jiang Yi’s expression was complex, her fingers unwittingly picking at the chair’s armrest until her nails bled, yet her face showed a faint smile: "What do you think?"

Jiang Shouzhong originally wanted to joke, saying "Wasn’t I vigorous enough earlier in bed," but facing the woman’s glistening eyes, he felt a chill running down his spine.