If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Three meters underground, an absolutely safe house.

Mo Chengyue huddled in this patentable "single luxury refuge pit," holding a handful of melon seeds, preparing to start his "virtual melon-eating" mode through the tiny air hole on the top of his head.

"Perfect location, perfect concealment. As long as I don't go out, no one can..."

Boom! ...

Before the flag could stand firmly, the ground shook violently, almost knocking the sunflower seeds from his hand into his trachea.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of trees snapping came from afar, followed by a piercing scream that was almost deafening.

"Help! This puppet has no martial ethics!!"

When Mo Chengyue looked through the observation hole, his scalp tingled with fear.

Several hundred meters away, three enormous creatures, each two zhang tall and radiating a bronze luster, were charging forward with an air of utter indifference.

Secret Realm Enforcement Puppet!

Moreover, judging from the fluctuations in spiritual energy, he is definitely a tough opponent in the late stage of Core Formation!

"Holy crap, this isn't a trial, it's a mass purge!"

A slow-moving inner disciple was about to activate his shield when he was punched by the puppet.

boom!

Before he could even scream, the disciple was instantly transformed into a beam of light and kicked off the server.

Mo Chengyue was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe. He quickly put the melon seeds in his hand into his storage ring, afraid that the sound of cracking melon seeds would attract these killing gods.

Just then.

A red blur stumbled into his field of vision.

Her red dress was torn, her hair was disheveled, and her face was covered in mud.

It was Lin Miaoyin, the noble and aloof saintess who had previously tried to "gouge out his eyes."

At this moment, where is there even a trace of the elegance of the "Pipa Fairy"?

He looked like a drenched chicken that had just crawled out of a mud pit.

"Damn it! How come there are three puppets chasing me? Did I, the Holy Maiden, intrude into a puppet nest?!"

As Lin Miaoyin ran, she cursed loudly, while the two puppets behind her relentlessly pursued her, their massive metal fists smashing into the ground with each blow.

There was a sheer cliff ahead, with no way to retreat.

A hint of despair flashed in Lin Miaoyin's eyes as she frantically scanned the ground with her divine sense, trying to find a last glimmer of hope.

Sudden.

Her gaze settled on a patch of grass.

Although the disguise was perfect, there was a very faint flow of spiritual energy there—it was a small array that Mo Chengyue used to maintain ventilation.

"That's... a hole?"

do not care!

Try anything, no matter how desperate!

A ruthless glint flashed in Lin Miaoyin's eyes. She didn't care whether there were traps below or not, or even whether it was a cesspool.

She immediately unleashed the Thousand-Pound Drop technique, her figure transforming into a red meteor as she plunged fiercely into the patch of grass!

Mo Chengyue, underground, only saw Kong Yihei, the observation hole.

A strong sense of foreboding instantly enveloped my entire body.

"No way..."

"Big sister, don't come any closer!!!"

boom!

The camouflage panels that Mo Chengyue had carefully laid out instantly shattered.

Along with the mud and grass clippings, a soft yet incredibly powerful body, like a cannonball, precisely crashed into the small pit that was originally only big enough for one person.

"Hmm!"

Mo Chengyue felt as if his internal organs were about to be smashed out.

Although he was wearing a gold-threaded soft armor, a breastplate, and a thousand-year-old silk vest, he wrapped himself up like an iron barrel.

But the impact of the "human bomb tank" almost made him faint.

Is this supposed to be a saint? This is clearly a meteorite!

The cramped space was instantly filled to the brim.

in the dark.

The two of them squeezed together in an extremely awkward and ambiguous position.

To avoid being seen from above, Lin Miaoyin practically straddled Mo Chengyue, burying her face deep in the crook of his neck.

crowded.

asphyxia.

and also……

Mo Chengyue's face was forcibly pressed into a soft piece of fabric, his nose surrounded by a mixture of terrified cold sweat and the faint fragrance of orchids.

That instant.

Mo Chengyue had only one thought in his mind: This touch, damn it... is a bit too good.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Heavy, thunderous footsteps stopped directly above the pit.

The emotionless red light emanating from the law enforcement puppet was scanning the ground.

A huge metal foot even crushed a patch of soil at the edge of the pit, and small clods of earth fell down, hitting Lin Miaoyin's trembling back.

Lin Miaoyin's body was as stiff as iron.

She covered her mouth tightly, afraid of making even the slightest sound.

To maintain her balance, her slender fingers even dug deep into the soft flesh of Mo Chengyue's arm (even though it was bound with black iron arm guards).

Mo Chengyue pushed the Qi-gathering technique from the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic to its limit, forcibly suppressing his heartbeat to one beat per minute.

Don't step on it! Don't step on it!

If you step on it again, the building will collapse!

It was at this critical moment, when life and death hung in the balance and adrenaline was surging.

An accident occurred.

Because the two of them were pressed so close together.

Close to negative distance contact.

The Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture circulating within Mo Chengyue's body, like a cat smelling blood, uncontrollably released a trace of... pure Yang energy.

This aura is colorless and odorless.

But in the eyes of the female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect who practiced seductive arts, this was simply the most deadly seductive agent!

Lin Miaoyin's body, which had been trembling with fear, suddenly stiffened.

She felt an indescribable heat that shot up to the top of her head from the skin where they were touching.

That feeling...

It's like a traveler in the desert suddenly smelling the sweet fragrance of a spring.

She was originally filled with disgust and murderous intent towards the "fat man" beneath her.

But at this moment.

Her body betrayed her will.

It's gone soft.

It's completely gone.

Her breathing became heavy, and the hand that had been gripping Mo Chengyue tightly suddenly loosened, and she subconsciously wanted to... hug him tighter.

"Um……"

A muffled groan, extremely suppressed yet carrying a hint of seductiveness, rolled out from her throat.

Mo Chengyue's scalp was about to explode!

Hey sis! There's a Gundam patrolling up there!

What's wrong with you right now?!

Mo Chengyue, being an experienced driver, immediately realized—this woman was "obsessed" with him!

We must get this under control!

If she loses control and makes a noise, both of them will be turned into mincemeat!

A resolute glint flashed in Mo Chengyue's eyes.

He mustered his courage, stretched out his arm, which was squeezed and deformed, and wrapped it around Lin Miaoyin's excessively slender waist.

Then, press down hard!

Make sure their bodies fit together perfectly, without leaving any gaps.

He whispered menacingly in her ear, in a breathy voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Don't move."

"Do you want to die?"

Warm breath sprayed onto Lin Miaoyin's sensitive earlobe.

In addition, there was the heat emanating from that incredibly large hand.

Lin Miaoyin felt all her strength drained away, and she collapsed into Mo Chengyue's arms like a limp rag.

shame.

anger.

There was another kind of desire... that almost drove her crazy.

She is a saint!

He actually got... taken advantage of by a sleazy fat guy in a mud puddle?!

I don't know how much time passed.

It felt like an eternity had passed.

The footsteps above finally faded away, and the suffocating pressure dissipated as well.

Until the vibration completely disappeared.

Lin Miaoyin jerked off Mo Chengyue as if she had been electrocuted.

Although the space was too small, his head hit the earthen wall directly.

"Ouch!"

She frantically scrambled out of the pit, using both her hands and feet, looking utterly disheveled.

At this moment, her face was flushed, and her originally sharp phoenix eyes were now filled with shame, indignation, confusion, and a trace of lingering moisture.

She stared intently at the fat man at the bottom of the pit, who was still in an embracing position and looked "trembling".

That scent, so beautiful it made her soul tremble...

What exactly is it?

Why would she react this way to this fatso?

"you……"

Lin Miaoyin bit her lip so hard that she almost drew blood.

She wanted to kill him to silence him.

But the feeling of being "dominated" and "pacified" just now made her unable to muster any murderous intent.

finally.

She stomped her foot angrily, leaving behind a harsh remark that had absolutely no effect:

"You fatso!"

"The next time we meet will be the day you die!"

She rolled up her red skirt and rushed into the depths of the jungle as if fleeing.

That figure from behind looked rather disheveled, as if it were fleeing in panic.

Bottom of the pit.

Mo Chengyue let out a long breath and wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.

"That scared my dad to death!"