My wife, who's in a vegetative state, please stop eavesdropping on my thoughts.

However, his ability had only been activated for a few seconds when it was suddenly suppressed by the scalding hot palm of the Little Sword Saint.

"Don't heal me..." The little swordsman's dazed eyes gleamed with a dangerous and suppressed light.

"Just lie down and sleep next to me. Don't try to calm my killing intent anymore. I'm afraid I'll soon have the chance to kill to my heart's content. What I need right now isn't comfort, but the burning heat and the pain to endure. So, don't treat me..."

"All right......"

Since the little sword saint had said so, Weiss had no choice but to lie down quietly next to her.

The two people were covered by the same blanket, lying side by side facing each other.

Since the little sword saint was only wearing a loose, flesh-colored slip dress without any extra restraints, her body curves were almost completely limp on the bed in her side-lying position, like a piece of cream that had slightly melted in the high temperature.

Compared to the purple coat she usually wears during the day, this one is so soft it seems to have lost all its aggressiveness.

With just a slight lowering of his gaze, Weiss could take in the entire obscure scene.

but--

He actually watched it!!!

The reason why "but" is used instead of "therefore" is not because there is a grammatical error.

When you think Wes won't watch it, but he does, isn't that an unexpected twist?

Natural will is natural will, and although it won't be put into concrete action, it's perfectly fine to just admire it. Not to mention that the two of them have already kissed, so this level of interaction is nothing.

In terms of the higher dimensions, the Little Sword Saint is indeed far superior.

The night patrol after the snow ranked second.

Then it should be Adele.

Ice Queen and Elune are similar, but neither of them is poor.

Compared to the three little ones, those three kids are definitely a complete stomp.

Weiss had no malicious intent; he was simply making a normal assessment.

Meanwhile, the little swordsman, whose breath had been unabashedly and directly fixed on by Weiss from the beginning, was breathing at a visible rate, with each exhale becoming hotter than the last.

This behavior was clearly part of intensifying her agitated mood, and could be considered a form of negative therapy she was deliberately seeking today...

However, amidst this increasingly agitated atmosphere, the little swordsman only lasted a few minutes before reaching his limit.

She reached out and pinched Weiss's cheek, forcibly raising his gaze a little.

"Alright, you're not allowed to look anymore..."

It's important to understand that for superhumans within a killing system, the urge to kill and the urge to mate are almost mutually exclusive. While they aren't entirely equivalent, the former can influence the latter, and the latter can alleviate the former.

Of course, it can only alleviate the symptoms, not cure them.

On the contrary, it is addictive.

Therefore, people of all genders are very enthusiastic about the killing system.

The young swordsman is clearly nearing his limit.

However, since she had clearly given the order not to watch, Weiss obediently complied and closed his eyes.

Gradually, sensing the little sword saint's increasingly heavy breathing and her near emotional breakdown, Weiss suddenly had a new idea for a test. He opened his eyes again and suggested:

“Miss Cassandra, would you like to turn around? I'll try to see if I can alleviate your state. Don't worry, your bloodlust won't subside.”

Upon hearing Weiss's strange suggestion, the young swordsman blinked suspiciously.

However, trusting him out of her absolute prejudice against natural men, she slowly turned over, turned to the inside, and left her back to him.

Then Weiss moved.

He gently wrapped his arms around Cassandra's waist from behind in the same way he always did when he held Elune to sleep. One arm slipped between her neck and the pillow to cushion her, while the other hand rested on her side, his palm pressed firmly against her lower back through the thin silk nightgown fabric.

The little swordsman's body stiffened slightly for a moment.

However, just as her murderous impulse was about to completely cross the threshold and exceed the critical point.

Weiss precisely activated the wind field, calming her emotions slightly.

However, he intentionally reduced the healing intensity to the lowest level this time, which was about one hundred millionth of the normal healing dose, barely pushing her critical water level down by just one nanometer.

This slight relief will only last for half a second before it surges back up.

However, this is the ultimate operation that Weiss deduced through his wild imagination!

As long as the little swordsman's impulses keep fluctuating at a high frequency around the critical point...

She should just keep pursuing what she wants—

This must be the most painful state.

It will not get out of control, nor will it become lax.

Weiss began to operate seriously.

The little swordsman seemed to be receiving electrotherapy, his body trembling violently from time to time.

Before long, the body in his arms softened little by little, almost turning into mud.

In the dark carriage, her voice was broken and pleading.

"Weis"

"Please let me go..."

Weiss: ?

What's wrong with him?!

Chapter 113: Ten Kings Gather [7K]

The moonlight was rich and intense.

Located in a dimly lit carriage.

Weiss gently wrapped his arms around Cassandra from behind, his arms loosely resting on her waist. He neither tightened his grip nor made any physical contact, and he didn't know why the little swordsman was struggling intermittently.

It wasn't exactly a violent resistance; it was just a continuous, slight twisting of the body.

At first, she just curled up on the inside of the bed. Later, she simply began to wriggle into the corner of the bed in an almost crawling posture, slowly pushing herself toward the side of the carriage.

But the bed in this carriage wasn't very big to begin with. Weiss just moved forward a tiny bit and then pressed himself back against her, his chest now pressed tightly against her arched back.

Cassandra finally stopped moving completely.

The main problem was that she was almost squeezed into a pancake by the Weiss and the wooden planks of the carriage, with not even a finger's width of room to move.

She had no choice but to grit her teeth and endure it.

One minute...

Two minutes...

Cassandra finally couldn't hold back any longer and pleaded, "Weiss, please let me go..."

Upon hearing this, Weiss was completely bewildered.

He really thought the Little Sword Saint enjoyed this kind of high-intensity, torturous challenge...

Didn't she herself keep saying that she wanted to experience appropriate pain?

Seeing that Weiss was still in a daze, Cassandra reached behind him and rummaged around a few times, shaking off the other man's hand that was on his waist.

Then she turned over and faced him again, her deep purple double pupils flashing with an unusual light.

Although he couldn't discern any specific emotional fluctuations, Weiss intuitively felt that the young swordsman seemed genuinely angry.

Before he could utter a single question, the little swordsman sat up, propping himself up on the bed. He didn't even bother to check that one of his suspenders had slipped down. Instead, he commanded in a chilling tone, word by word, "Turn off your abilities. From now on, you are not allowed to use them on me without my permission. Do you understand?"

Okay, looks like he's really angry...

The newly developed treatment method has thus failed.

Weiss had no choice but to obediently shut down the wind farm.

Seeing that Weiss still dared to put on an innocent expression, the little swordsman felt a surge of anger rising in his chest, and he was furious.

She first tucked a stray purple hair behind her ear, then slowly leaned down and kissed Weiss without giving him any chance to react.

Before Weiss could even react to what was happening, he felt a hot, soft touch on his lips.

The little swordsman's kiss was not deep; it was just a light, fleeting touch, without even moving the tip of his tongue.

However, what was truly fatal was the way she bent over.

She leaned over Weiss, her upper body slightly lowered but not completely pressed against him, just lightly half-suspended, causing a large, soft, natural drape to fall down. Through the almost non-existent silk nightgown, it looked like a slightly melted clump of cream, gently spreading across his chest.

Neither pressing down completely nor moving away completely, leaving just enough distance to drive someone crazy, making them feel itchy and irritated.

The passive will system of the natural man encountered an unprecedented and severe challenge at this moment.

While being forcibly kissed, Weiss involuntarily raised his hand.

However, just as his hand was raised into the air, the little swordsman, who had already noticed, slapped the back of his hand several times, forcibly slapping it down.

Weiss had no choice but to give up and put his hand back on the bed.

They continued kissing for about a minute.

Weiss's hand began to rise uncontrollably again, but this time the little swordsman grabbed his wrist directly, his five fingers precisely locking onto both sides of his wrist bone, and the force was so great that he couldn't move at all.

Both of his hands were clamped and restrained from above, and he couldn't break free at all.

No, this woman has incredible strength...

Weiss was truly at his wit's end.

Aside from kissing, she wouldn't let us do anything else; she was just there to tempt us.

Three minutes later, the little swordsman finally got up and moved away, gently licking the water off his lips.

She glanced meaningfully down at Weiss's lower body, a half-smile slowly curving her lips.

Then, she rolled out of bed, casually put on the purple coat hanging on the wall, and walked to the carriage door in her slippers.

"Serves him right..."

After making a merciless sarcastic remark.

The young swordsman walked straight out of the carriage.

Weiss scratched his messy hair, speechless, and leaned against the headboard, staring blankly at the ceiling of the carriage for a long time.

Wait, why is there a hit-and-run phase?!

It must be said that the Little Sword Saint's revenge this time was indeed quite effective, and it really made Weiss feel like he was on the verge of collapse, itching with desire, and almost every pore of his body was yearning for further developments.

He sat there blankly on the bed for more than ten minutes until the restless emotions and uncontrollable physical reactions gradually subsided. Only then did Weiss exhale a deep breath, put on a coat, and walk out of the carriage.

Under the cool night sky, the campfire was still crackling.

The young swordsman was drinking by the campfire when he saw Weiss come out. He handed him a bottle of wine, then turned his head away with a hint of disgust.

The night breeze blew gently, and the flames of the campfire swayed in the wind. Weiss and the little swordsman sat across the fire, each drinking their own wine in silence. The subtle atmosphere was just like a couple having a cold war.

Not long after, a woman in blue carrying an umbrella slowly walked out of the night. As she passed by the campfire of the caravan, her eyes lit up slightly, and she politely asked the two of them if they could have a bottle of wine.

The little swordsman recognized the other party as a Rain Disciple at a glance, and without saying much, he tossed a bottle to the other party.

The woman in blue caught the umbrella steadily, thanked her, and continued along the official road, disappearing into the darkness of the night.

Neither Whis nor the Little Sword Saint paid any attention to this little incident.

However, less than half an hour later, another rain-soaked man came from the same direction along the official road.

Suddenly, Cassandra and West looked at each other, glancing through the firelight, both sensing that something was amiss.

You should know that when you see one Rainfowl in the open, it means there are already dozens hidden in the shadows.

The fact that such incidents occurred repeatedly in a short period of time, and that the location was not in a densely populated town but only on a relatively remote suburban road, strongly suggests that something serious is about to happen in this area.

So Cassandra stood up and called out to the passing rainman.

"Miss, where are you headed? You're not going to Golden Silkworm City, are you?"

The rain-soaked man shook his head and pointed to a completely different direction that branched off from the main road.

The landing point was about several tens of degrees off from that of Jin Cancheng.