The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 442 Drowning
From the moment he began his debate on mental imagery with An Qisheng, Li Miao had been pondering a question.

Nothing exists outside the mind; everything in the mental image is a manifestation of "sex." As the master of the mental image, whether it is this dark beach, the boundless sea, or the slowly rolling black storm on the sea, it is all Li Miao's "sex."

In essence, the pitch-black seawater and the black water that flowed out after Li Miao was injured are the same thing in both form and nature.

Why did these dark humanoid figures, including An Qisheng, ignore the seawater and only focus their efforts on Li Miao's main body?

Li Miao grabbed the black humanoid by the neck, and like a meteorite crashing into the dark sea, he created a black wave several meters high!

"Just try and you will find out!"

Wow!

Li Miao's palms were already riddled with holes, and in just a moment, more than a dozen mouths emerged from the dark, humanoid neck, gnawing at the flesh and blood on Li Miao's hands.

creak creak-

They are already gnawing at bones and tearing tendons.

Li Miao's gaze, however, remained calm and still. He gripped the object tightly and continued to move deeper into the sea.

One foot underwater.

Li Miao's hands creaked, revealing his bare, white bones.

Three feet underwater.

The dozen or so mouths that were greedily devouring Li Miao's flesh suddenly stopped—even the actions of swallowing and chewing ceased. Li Miao raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips, and continued to burrow deeper into the flesh.

One zhang underwater.

The pitch-black humanoid figure had stopped moving, and the dozen or so mouths surrounding Li Miao's palm were tightly shut.

But how could Li Miao let it go?
"What, are you full?"

Li Miao grinned maliciously, his left hand suddenly gripping the dark-skinned man's jaw, his five fingers digging deep into the flesh like steel hooks, seizing the jawbone.

"I'm a pretty generous person."

He slowly pulled his left arm back.

Sizzle, sizzle—

The sticky sounds of skin and tendons snapping rang out continuously. The pitch-black humanoid suddenly opened its eyes, and the dozen or so tightly closed mouths on its neck also suddenly opened.

"no no……"

Li Miao sneered.

"If it's delicious, then you—"

His left arm suddenly rose upwards.

Eat more!

scoff-

With the final sound of tendons snapping, Li Miao ripped off the entire chin of the pitch-black humanoid figure!

At the same time, it suddenly raised its hand, trying to cover the wound, but Li Miao held it tightly.

Now, its esophagus is open in the seawater.

The next moment, the seawater began to flow.

It was as if a hole had been made in a wooden bucket filled with water, and seawater formed a vortex, continuously pouring into it through its esophagus.

Under Li Miao's mocking gaze, the pitch-black humanoid belly swelled up like a water-soaked sponge, expanding several times its original size in just a few breaths, even reaching right up to Li Miao's face.

“Uh, uh—”

"Let me go, let me go."

"Let me leave!"

Suddenly, the dozen or so mouths on his neck opened and howled in agony at the same time.

The next instant—Bang!

A dirty firework exploded in the water.

The pitch-black humanoid figure exploded from its belly, and a dozen or so finger-sized faces swam out with incredible speed, heading towards the surface of the water.

"You're leaving after you've eaten and drunk your fill?"

"Leave your life to settle the debt!"

Li Miao assumed a boxing stance in the water, his left palm shaped like a crane's beak and his right hand like a claw pointing at the faces of the fleeing people.

Tai Chi Chuan - Grasping the Sparrow's Tail!
The gentle force and suction power of the immense true energy cultivated through both physical and spiritual means stirred the seawater. In an instant, a huge whirlpool formed on the dark sea surface. On the shore, dozens of dark-skinned figures stood by the water, staring intently at the whirlpool, their hands and feet rubbing together, desperately suppressing the hunger in their stomachs.

The whirlpool expanded continuously until it reached a size of several meters, stirring up the air above the sea. A strong wind blew to the shore, raising countless black pebbles.

But after about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the vortex suddenly stopped.

It didn't disappear, it just stopped.

It was as if, in that instant, the liquid seawater was frozen solid by an unknown force, and every wave and every drop of water was condensed in mid-air, so fine that it was clearly visible.

No more movement.

The dark figures waited for a long time, but Li Miao did not jump out of the sea.

If it were An Qisheng, he would simply sit cross-legged on the ground, coldly watching the sea and waiting for Li Miao to emerge. It's Li Miao who doesn't have enough time; he can't just wait like this.

But the black-faced figures, or rather, the Zheng Anqis, were in a state of mental confusion. Apart from their beast-like instincts and techniques ingrained in their bones, they were nothing like humans.

How can they restrain themselves?

First, he grinded his teeth, sniffed, and drooled.

Then it moved around, hissed, and kept emitting mournful cries.

Finally, he stared intently at the sea.

Their instincts told them not to enter the water.

But instinct also drives them to fight and tear at Li Miao's flesh. As long as they swallow enough, they can obtain what they crave most—body, freedom, memories, and self.

They lingered on the shore like wild beasts trapped in a cage, watching the fresh flesh hanging outside, constantly grinding their teeth and sucking blood.

Two instincts are locked in a fierce battle.

If we continue to wait like this, sooner or later they will be unable to resist rushing into the sea, perhaps in an hour, or perhaps in a month.

But Li Miao wouldn't give them that much time.

Suddenly, the nose of a pitch-black humanoid figure twitched a few times, and its eyes abruptly moved, staring intently at the frozen vortex.

aroma.

Its irresistible fragrance is being carried to it by the sea breeze.

It was a pool of black water gushing out from the center of the frozen vortex, the only flowing liquid in that still sea, reflected in its pupils.

That was Li Miao's "sex".

The black liquid flowing from Li Miao's body.

"Roar!--"

Without the slightest hesitation, the hunger that had been suppressed to the limit suddenly erupted!
Dozens of pitch-black human figures leaped high into the air and rushed toward the solidified vortex.

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Clang, clang, clang, clang!

A series of clanging sounds instantly echoed through the massive Hall of Supreme Harmony. The golden mace and axe struck An Qisheng's protective inner energy, exploding into huge sparks.

The two guards, Li Miao, wore ferocious smiles, completely disregarding the large chunks of flesh that An Qisheng had torn from their bodies, and continued their desperate attacks on An Qisheng!
An Qisheng's gaze was calm as he exchanged blows with the two guards, Li Miao. Although they seemed to be locked in a fierce battle, a closer look revealed that he only kept glancing at the two guards out of the corner of his eye. His gaze, however, kept shifting.

If we consider the strength of an ordinary Celestial Being, the guard Li Miao would probably only be at the level of two or more but less than three paths, unable to break through his protective true energy, only able to slightly restrain him.

The real killer move is—

"Take this punch from me."

A lazy voice suddenly sounded from behind. An Qisheng's eyes narrowed, and he turned around and struck out with a backhand!
But it landed in an empty space.

Crown Prince Li Miao wasn't behind him at all; instead, he was watching him from several feet away with a mischievous smile on his face.

"I've always thought that shouting things like 'Die! Go die! Take my punch! Take my sword!' before making a move is something only an idiot would do. I never thought you'd actually fall for it."

Crown Prince Li Miao shrugged.

"See what I do?"

"Look behind you."

An Qisheng's pupils contracted sharply, and the next instant, a whooshing sound of air being torn apart came from behind him!
"die--"

He probably meant to say "Die!" but he swallowed the rest of his words and instead punched An Qisheng in the back with a fist full of anger.

(End of this chapter)