Chapter 142: The Imprisoned God
Jumeng’s legs were like roots that bound Lu Yibei’s legs together in the soil, and her knees were like rapidly growing poison ivy, shooting up towards the poor boy’s family jewels.
He had to lay on the sofa for about half an hour before he could even speak.
“Ack… I think you rigged our contract. I can’t feel my, ugh… And yet, my contract mark isn’t glowing.”
“Hmph, be grateful I went easy on you,” Jumeng huffed. “You’re lucky I didn’t castrate you—well, lucky for me because, ultimately, I didn’t hurt you.”
As she spoke, she glanced towards Yibei, clutching his family jewels.
‘He should be fine, right? I’ll tell him more about urban legends to make up for it.’
Of course, she wouldn’t say that out loud. A goddess has to maintain her own image, even if she is in the wrong.
“F-forget it…” Yibei panted. “I don’t blame you anyway, so let’s continue talking about the bamboo scrolls.”
“Well, first of all, we need to dispose of these scrolls; they are evil incarnate. By the way, you didn’t need to slap it out of my hand—they could never even scratch me even if I allowed it,” Jumeng explained.