Chapter 1250 - 1250: Humiliating Qingluan (Two Chapters Combined)
"Really? If I let you go, you can move and then kill me?"
"No, I wouldn't kill you. I swear I just want to have a good time with you now."
"Do you think anyone would believe the vows of you Dark Night Sect people?" Song Xiaodong blinked and said, "Touching like this seems a bit unsatisfying. How about taking off your clothes and going for it for real? That's the way to have fun. Men enjoy it, and who cares if women feel comfortable or not."
Still speaking, Song Xiaodong's hand indeed moved to Qingluan's waist, attempting to undo her belt.
"Stop!" Qingluan couldn't pretend anymore and shouted furiously.
Song Xiaodong halted his actions and said, "Are you going to tell me about the Dark Night Sect?"
Qingluan took a deep breath and said, "Even if you humiliate me, I will definitely not tell you anything. Do whatever you want, but I'll tell you this: it's best to kill me after touching me, otherwise... I will definitely seek revenge, and I will be relentless."
"Oh really? I dislike being threatened, and the more you say this, the more I feel like doing it."
Song Xiaodong swiftly undid Qingluan's belt, and her dress loosened slightly. However, to really take off these one-piece dresses, the zipper needs to be opened from the back, pulling up from the top.
The other way is much more straightforward: directly lifting the hem of the dress, saving effort and time.
Now Qingluan was no longer pretending, she couldn't maintain the act anymore, staring angrily at Song Xiaodong as if she could shoot flames from her eyes.
However, Song Xiaodong's actions halted.
To a foe poised to kill him, Song Xiaodong felt no remorse in doing anything to Qingluan, as she was an enemy of the Dragon Gate, the arch-nemesis of the Dark Night Sect, as a princess of that sect. His hands on her were without concern.
But facing Qingluan's deeply hateful eyes, Song Xiaodong hesitated; it was a woman's hatred, not an enemy's.
After a moment of internal conflict, Song Xiaodong still let go, shaking his head and saying, "Alright, I've decided not to humiliate you. I'm not afraid of you, I just think that as the Dragon Gate Young Master, doing this would demean the dignity of the Dragon Gate."
Qingluan paused for a moment, then exhaled deeply.
Song Xiaodong looked at Qingluan, raising his hand as if tempted to kill her on the spot.
"Go ahead and kill, do you think I fear death?" Qingluan sneered coldly, for her, not being humiliated would be a relief even if it meant dying.
Song Xiaodong fixated his stare on Qingluan, his face fluctuating between expressions, and then took out the silver needles again.
"What are you doing?" Qingluan watched Song Xiaodong warily.
"I'm not doing anything, merely leaving something inside your body. Don't worry, you won't die, but I'll lay a special restriction that not even your Sect Master can unlock."
"Do whatever you want then." Qingluan snorted, not worried about any restriction from someone not having reached Great Perfection.
Without hesitation, Song Xiaodong applied the needles and infused his True Qi directly into Qingluan's meridians.
"Damn, almost let you trick me. If I dallied any longer, you would have undone the restriction." Song Xiaodong immediately noticed something was off.
Qingluan's expression darkened; being discovered at this moment was disastrous, so she simply closed her eyes and said nothing.
Instead of reinforcing her True Qi with the restriction, Song Xiaodong quickly set another one.
Then, he retrieved the needles, clapped his hands, and said, "I estimate you'll recover shortly, and I don't intend to stick around for you to retaliate. Farewell."
"You better run as far as you can." Qingluan coldly said to Song Xiaodong.
Prepared to flee, Song Xiaodong paused, his gaze shifting to Qingluan's feet, chuckling as he said, "I've always been curious about those petite feet of yours."
Reaching out, he directly grasped Qingluan's feet.
"You..." Qingluan's face abruptly changed, flushing with a deep red.
This made Song Xiaodong hesitate; was Qingluan really pretending to intoxicate? It seemed unnecessary now.
"Damn, not right. She's trying to make me drop my guard. If I linger any longer, my life might be at risk." Realization struck Song Xiaodong suddenly, he squeezed her feet again and said, "Not bad, feels quite pleasant, enough to enjoy for a year."
Then he chuckled loudly and darted into the forest.
"Bastard!" The redness on Qingluan's face took a while to fade before she cursed sharply, ashamed that having her feet touched by a man provoked such an unbearable feeling.
Feeling disgrace, she loathed Song Xiaodong.
"Snap!" With a surge of anger, she rapidly broke through the restriction, as True Qi surged from her Dantian, spreading to her limbs.
In under five minutes, Qingluan had recovered most of her True Qi, she sprang to her feet, ready to pursue Song Xiaodong, but felt discomfort with her dress, looking down to see the dropped belt.
"Damn it." Qingluan quickly picked it up and tied it around her waist, her inner fury roaring.
That guy had the audacity to humiliate her, not only touching her legs but even her face, her chest, most egregiously her feet.
Indeed, though touches on her chest or legs did not evoke as much humiliation as on her feet.
Because while being touched elsewhere, she feigned enjoyment with inner rage; however, when he touched her feet, it truly brought enjoyment, which was intolerable.
"Song Xiaodong, this enmity will end only with death." Qingluan gritted her teeth and flew into the forest.
Yet Song Xiaodong had escaped over ten minutes ago, and in such a dense forest, Qingluan knew little of tracking outdoors, a blind search to find Song Xiaodong.
After a fruitless half-hour, Qingluan hadn't seen a trace of Song Xiaodong and suddenly realized she had a problem... she was lost.
Qingluan indeed had great strength making Song Xiaodong flee, but her prowess lay only in Kung Fu and True Qi, other skill areas she was utterly lacking.
In such thick and primitive woods, she couldn't discern direction, unsure of her location or destination.
With daylight's last rays gone, she felt disoriented; with her skills, no beasts posed a threat.
But solitude uneased her greatly.
After hesitating, she found a large tree and nestled between its branches for rest.
Tired from the day's ordeals, especially after being submerged, entangled by the Giant Water Python, escaping instinctively yet suffering injuries, she peacefully healed there.
But past midnight, sharp pain like needle pricks radiated from her Dantian.
This pain was unprecedented for Qingluan, she quickly adjusted her True Qi to resist it.
The pain grew relentless, hard to endure, even True Qi couldn't ease it.
Qingluan gritted her teeth against it for half an hour before it finally relented.
"Song Xiaodong, this is your handiwork." Qingluan suddenly recalled Song Xiaodong's words, feeling apprehensive; the pain she couldn't alleviate. Was she condemned to endure such pain nightly forever?