A weak and evil woman was exiled? The beastly husbands risked their lives to protect her

Chapter 657 We will definitely serve you well!
The moment Jiang Xinli's feet were burned by the dark red runes, she fell into darkness.

As the world spun around her, a feeling of weightlessness washed over her, and she couldn't help but shout, "Yu Hanche!"

All that answered her was endless darkness and deathly silence.

Just then, a large hand with calloused skin gripped her wrist tightly.

The faint scent of datura pheromones emanating from Charon could be heard.

Jiang Xinli frowned, took out the dagger Ye Kuo had given her, and held it firmly in her hand.

The rotation gradually slowed down, and a faint light appeared before my eyes.

The moment her feet touched the ground and she regained her footing, the sharp dagger in her hand, gleaming with a cold light, was already pressed against Charon's neck.

Her tone was icy. "Let go."

Charon instinctively raised the venomous, dark red scorpion tail behind her, ready to attack.

The next moment, an invisible force suddenly bound Charon's neck, almost suffocating him.

His pupils contracted, and his scorpion tail froze in mid-air.

Therefore, the legend within the Sacred Beast Ruins is true:
They cannot harm the Holy Mother, nor can they harm the Holy Beast.

Confirming this, his Adam's apple bobbed as he stared intently at the dagger against his neck.

Finally, he took a deep breath and slowly lowered his scorpion tail.

He and the eight Stone Clan warriors regained their human form from the waist down.

They still wore very few black strips of cloth with dark red and gold runes hanging around their waists.

"The Holy Maiden has misunderstood." Charon released her hand, and together with the eight stone beastmen behind him, he pressed one hand to his chest and knelt down on one knee.
"I was just worried you might fall."

He raised his eyes and whispered a reminder, "We're already inside the Sacred Beast Ruins."

"The ruins of a sacred beast?" Jiang Xinli frowned, looked around, and her breath caught in her throat.

She was in a circular room.

To be precise, it's not a room, but more like an independent prison suspended in mid-air.

A thin layer of black mist swirled around.

Below are the undulating mountain shadows, shimmering with tiny lights.

The black mist above and around her obscured her view, making it difficult for her to see clearly, but she could feel nine cold and powerful pressures surging in from all directions.

"Where are they?" she asked, her voice strained.

"The energy from the offerings needs to be guided by the bloodline of the Holy Female to open the passage to the ruins, and the energy obtained from the sacrifices we just made is only enough for us to get in."

Charon stood up, his amber vertical pupils fixed intently on Jiang Xinli:

"We are currently in a safe space, and as long as night falls, we are safe for the time being."

He stepped forward: "Rest assured, as long as we leave safely, I guarantee that the warrior who followed you will be absolutely safe and sound."

Jiang Xinli brandished her dagger, pointing it straight at his heart, "He is my beastly husband."

Charon raised his hand, his fingertips, covered in dark red armor, gently pressing against the tip of the blade. "Holy Mother, he is not."

“But we can be.” He slowly raised the corners of his lips and moved a little closer to her. “Before the sacrificial ceremony officially begins, you belong to us.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the eight stone beastmen kneeling behind him opened their palms in unison, revealing a uniform red full moon of sand, and said, "Please grant us your blessing, Holy Mother."

"Blessing?" Jiang Xinli glanced at the red full moons and sneered, "What exactly is this 'blessing' you want?"

That sounds so high-sounding.

Could it be as she suspected, that they wanted to form a pact with her?

“Didn’t the Holy Mother already guess that?” Charon said, the carapace on his fingertip silently disappearing as he suddenly slashed at the blade of Jiang Xinli’s dagger—

Fresh blood dripped down the blade.

The faint smell of blood was like opening Pandora's box of lust.

A rich aroma, a blend of datura, rose, and sandalwood, quickly filled the space.

It was incense burning in the side hall's bathroom. Jiang Xinli's body suddenly felt hot.

A strange restlessness began to surge through my veins.

The grip on the dagger loosened slightly.

She suddenly felt a strange longing.
His gaze involuntarily swept over the nine stone beastmen in front of him, from their well-defined pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, and V-lines all the way down.
The little bit of cloth they wore.

It's too much.

She even thought.

Tear them apart
Noticing the abnormality in her body and thoughts, Jiang Xinli felt a sudden chill.

“Holy Mother.” Charon saw her gaze burning on him and knew that the drug had taken effect. His amber vertical pupils also became tinged with desire.

His voice was low and husky, "Is that alright?"

He took a step closer, grasped her hand, and pressed it against his firm, elastic chest muscles. "Didn't you want to leave here?"

His voice was low and seductive, "As long as you bless us, you will gain the power to open the passage. At that time, I will personally send you away."

"Besides, we can get promoted together, which would be perfect for both of us." His fingers slowly moved to her waist, gently caressing it, his voice growing deeper.
"We will certainly serve you well."

Jiang Xinli's eyes glazed over for a moment, her slender, fair fingers pinching his sharply defined jawline.

Charon obediently lowered his head, his vertical pupils swirling with unsettling emotions.

But beneath that surging lust lay a barely perceptible trace of humiliation and anger.

Jiang Xinli observed everything, but her expression remained calm.

So, it wasn't just her who was drugged, but them as well.

As she expected, Charon was inwardly resistant to this "blessing".

She moved a few steps closer to him, her lips almost touching his, her breath sweet as orchids, "I said, I can grant blessings."

"However, it's all dark here. Is this really the ruins of a sacred beast?"

"Why should I believe you?" She smiled slightly. "Perhaps you are just like your father, the city lord, a liar."

Charon's eyes darkened.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing became heavier. "Holy Mother, I didn't lie to you. This is the ruins of the Holy Beast."

“Perhaps I can help you see this place more clearly.” He suddenly grabbed Jiang Xinli’s hand and pulled her into his arms, his hot chest pressing against her back.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and half-embraced her, leading her to the edge of the room.

"Put your hand on it," he said, placing his palm on the back of her hand and pressing them against the wall.

The moment they made contact, the black mist that had been swirling around the room instantly dispersed.

Upon seeing the scene outside, Jiang Xinli's breath caught in her throat.

They were in a vast and magnificent underground palace.

The walls of the underground palace were covered with various black winged tribal totems.

Nine enormous black winged creatures were arranged on the surrounding walls.

Each of them leaned against a black stone pillar, its wings folded up to protect its body.

It looks like it's fast asleep with its eyes closed.

Even in their slumber, the oppressive aura emanating from them is still suffocating.

Below the room, there were rolling hills of gold and jewels!
"This is the ruins of the sacred beasts?" Jiang Xinli gasped. "Those winged creatures—"

Charon continued, "Our sacrifice just now will put them into a deep sleep until night falls completely."

A chill ran down Jiang Xinli's spine.

As expected, the so-called sacrificial ceremony was brought forward, the sacred beast became angry, and the winged race needed to be appeased in advance.

But it was all lies from the Scorpion City Lord!