A priest in North America, what the hell is the Demon Gate system?

The tent was very dark, with only faint moonlight seeping in through the gaps in the canvas and a kerosene lamp that flickered on and off.

Nia lay on the bed, breathing steadily, her golden bangs covering her forehead and obscuring one eye.

She was sleeping soundly, with a faint smile on her lips, as if she were just taking a nap on a church pew after a long Mass.

Li Ang stood by the bed, looked down at his right hand, his forearm still throbbing slightly. His constitution level 3 was much stronger than he had thought; his bones hadn't broken at all.

Wang Bingbing leaned against a wooden crate next to her, her windbreaker zipper open, revealing a quick-drying T-shirt underneath that was soaked with sweat and clung to her body.

She looked at Li Ang with a complicated expression.

After Danlin disappeared, the workers gradually regained consciousness.

Surprisingly, Wang Changming reappeared, lying behind a pile of sleepers. However, he had no recollection of what happened that night, indicating that he had been switched by Dahllin that afternoon.

As for Pete, he had just regained consciousness when the workers dragged him back to sleep. He clearly didn't understand what had happened and left in a daze.

Wang Bingbing let out a long breath; the temperature in Pennsylvania dropped really quickly at night.

"It feels like a dream," she whispered.

Li Ang turned to look at her.

The moonlight cast a soft glow on her face, making this senior executive of Tiangong Group look like a somewhat frail and tired student.

Li Ang was silent for two seconds, then raised a finger.

"If you need, I can make you remember only that this was a dream," Li Ang said calmly.

Wang Bingbing stared at his fingertips for a while, then suddenly asked, somewhat teasingly:

"That's amazing, can I be like you?"

Upon hearing this, Li Ang shook his head firmly.

Then she smiled softly.

It was very relaxing, yet tinged with a hint of regret?

"No need, I never want to forget such an experience for the rest of my life." She shook her head.

Li Ang retracted his fingers and simply said, "This is your own choice."

"Thank you, God... Li Ang." She looked at Li Ang, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Li Ang waved his hand: "The Lord is with you. I just did what I was supposed to do."

"Not just today." Wang Bingbing suddenly took a step forward, the distance between the two was less than a meter.

"From the first time I saw you in church, I felt...you were special."

Li Ang didn't reply, but loosened his collar. For some reason, he had been feeling a bit hot since earlier.

"There's something... mysterious about you. You're decisive, quick-witted, ruthless when necessary, and gentle when appropriate, and..." Wang Bingbing continued, her eyes gradually narrowing.

She paused for a moment, then suddenly gave a slightly sly smile: "And you're quite good-looking too."

Li Ang frowned slightly and said, "Ms. Wang, thank you for your praise... but I am a priest."

"What's wrong with the priest?" Wang Bingbing tilted her head.

"Priests are human too. You can't get married, but that doesn't mean you can't change jobs."

Li Ang: "?"

"How is it?" Wang Bingbing leaned forward again, her voice soft and gentle.

"Stop being a priest, come work for our Tiangong Group, my father is the chairman..."

"Ms. Wang, the Lord has called me here to shepherd the sheep; this is my mission," Li Ang interrupted her directly.

Resign? Believe me or not, the system will immediately give me a peach as a reward, and I'll be eating purple eggs to my heart's content!

After Li Ang finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, his wrist was grabbed.

Wang Bingbing's hands were very cool, and her fingers were long and slender, allowing her to grip Li Ang's pillar-like wrist very tightly.

"Li Ang..." Her voice came from behind, carrying a charm that was hard for any man to resist.

Li Ang suddenly froze. He turned around and looked at Wang Bingbing's face.

Under the moonlight, the eldest daughter of the Wang family had a slightly flushed face, bright eyes, and slightly more rapid breathing than usual.

Her other hand was already resting on her chest, and through her shirt, her fingers could feel the impressive headlights of her breasts.

Something is wrong!

Wang Bingbing is not that kind of person.

Li Ang subconsciously extended his divine sense.

Not redeemable!

A faint, almost imperceptible aura was emanating from him.

It was very faint, so faint that you wouldn't notice it at all unless you scanned it with your divine sense. Under the perception of divine sense, the aura carried a faint sweet floral scent, which made people feel a little... hot.

A system notification suddenly sounded in my mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, Steward! Under the influence of the spirit herb fertilizer, the first spirit herb at the outpost, "Desire Grass," has successfully sprouted!]

[To encourage stewards to actively develop the spiritual plant industry at their base, a special reward is given: a spiritual herb effect experience (half an hour)]

[Effect Description: Humans have seven emotions and six desires; only with this herb can one experience them.]

Li Ang: "...You son of a bitch."

He suddenly remembered the lustful grass seed he had planted that afternoon, so that thing had already sprouted? And it even came with its own area-of-effect experience?

I've become a succubus?!

Wang Bingbing gently stroked his chest with her hand.

"Li Ang...you're so hot..." Her voice softened, and she almost pressed her body against him.

Even without her saying anything, Li Ang could feel his body temperature rising rapidly, and a primal urge was surging up from his lower abdomen.

Wait a minute! Seriously? Am I going to be affected too?

He tried to mobilize his internal magical power to suppress the heat, but the moment the Blood Demon's Aura Technique was activated, the heat not only failed to be suppressed, but instead burned even more fiercely, like a bonfire doused with oil.

The malevolent energy surged uncontrollably within his body, and Li Ang's pupils gradually turned red.

[Ding! A superior-grade cultivation furnace has been detected, suitable for cultivating the Blood Demon Qi Technique]

[The primordial yin essence of this furnace has not been lost; it is recommended that the steward replenish it.]

[Tip: Absorbing energy can enhance demonic skills, rapidly improve cultivation, and help stabilize the outflow of malevolent energy.]

Li Ang felt a surge of blood rushing through his brain.

"Sexual stimulation? Furnace? Now!?"

He stared at Wang Bingbing's flushed face. Her eyes no longer held their usual aloofness, but only a hazy, indistinct quality.

Her hands unzipped her windbreaker, and the sweat-soaked T-shirt perfectly outlined her alluring curves.

Li Ang could feel something awakening within his body—a primal, violent desire.

Is this the price of demonic arts?

He's become more irritable and ruthless lately... It turns out it's not just the pressure of survival, but also this damned malevolent energy that's quietly changing him?

Wang Bingbing's windbreaker fell to the ground.

She was panting, and with her other hand she reached down and began to unbuckle the belt of her work pants.

"Wait..." Li Ang wanted to speak, but Wang Bingbing didn't stop.

The buttons were undone, and the loose trousers slipped down to his ankles.

The moonlight shone on her legs.

Black stockings encased her long, slender legs, gleaming delicately in the dim light.

Li Ang's breath hitched.

"So you didn't change your socks when you changed your clothes this afternoon...?"

The string in my mind that controls reason is emitting a mournful cry of unbearable burden.

Wang Bingbing raised one leg, her toes lightly touching the ground, while the other leg was still inside her pants. In this somewhat comical yet incredibly seductive pose, she wrapped her entire body around Li Ang, her arms encircling his neck.

"Li Ang..." The voice was sticky and hot, blowing on Li Ang's ear.

The red light in Li Ang's eyes was almost uncontrollable. He gritted his teeth and suddenly trembled his left hand! The Stars and Stripes Soul Banner slid into his hand.

"Sherry! Come out!"

Sherry's figure suddenly popped out from behind the flag, her expression still a little confused: "What now...didn't we already finish...wait, wait?"

The scene before her eyes overwhelmed her.

Li Ang's eyes were bloodshot, Wang Bingbing was pressed against him, and Nia was fast asleep in bed.

Shirley's face flushed instantly: "You...you guys...this...this...!!"

"I'm going into seclusion!"

Li Ang didn't give her a chance to speak, coldly ordering, "Now, immediately! Stand guard outside the tent for me, and don't allow anyone to enter."

Shirley was clearly still a little confused: "But this..."

Li Ang suddenly turned his head to look at her.

The ferocity and murderous intent in those blood-red eyes made Sherry swallow back all the words she was about to say.

"Okay...okay..." Shirley shrank back and sheepishly crawled out of the tent.

The curtain fell.

There were only three people left in the tent... Oh, Nia was still fast asleep.

Wang Bingbing's hand had already slipped inside Li Ang's shirt, and her lips pressed against Li Ang's neck, giving him a light peck, like a night heron.

Li Ang looked down at the woman in his arms, then at Nia, who was fast asleep on the bed.

Finally, he took a deep breath.

"Brother Jesus, please forgive me."

He put one arm around Wang Bingbing's waist and the other hand on the back of her head, then kissed her fiercely.

Wang Bingbing let out a muffled groan, hugging herself tighter, and her legs, encased in stockings, tightened their grip.

When they were both almost breathless from the kiss, Li Ang finally released her, his lips close to her ear, and whispered in a magnetic voice:

"Don't take off your socks."

Wang Bingbing's body trembled slightly.

Then she laughed, buried her face in his shoulder, and wrapped her arms around him even tighter.

Length of night.