Chapter 120: I Have Turned Into a Pig!

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I was startled. Wasn’t this supposed to be a sacrifice? How had things suddenly taken such a turn? Why was he asking for that now?!

I still couldn’t accept it! Even if he held the knife and I was the fish, even if I was nothing more than a piece of meat laid out before him, I couldn’t simply let him do whatever he pleased to me!

Damn you, Wangchuan! You sent your own wife to carry out some bizarre mission, and now if someone eats me up completely, how are you going to answer for it when I get back?!

Angry inside, I naturally struggled against Yuluo.

Yuluo glanced at me, narrowing his eyes as he smiled lasciviously. “This is only a side hall of the Nether King’s Palace. You don’t need to be afraid. You’re burning up like this—could it be that you’re shy?”

“Shy?” I answered stiffly, without even blinking.

Shy my ass! How could I possibly be shy in a situation like this? Frightened, perhaps!

Yet no matter how terrified I was, I couldn’t feel my heartbeat. It was as though I were a corpse. Once again, I began to wonder whether I was flesh and blood or merely a soul.

Yuluo lifted me into his arms. Then I heard him say, “You really are clever. There was something in the milk to stimulate desire, but there’s something in the air as well.”

At that, I suddenly understood.

I was flesh and blood. I could breathe!

You bastard! You said I was shy when you were the one who drugged me!

But by then I was already growing hazy and disoriented, as though my mind no longer belonged to me.

He set me down. His cool fingers stroked my face again. I imagined my face must have been like a little sun by then, radiating light and heat in every direction.

“You’ve been through quite a lot with Qiongqi, haven’t you? Why are you still so shy?”

“I—” I bit the tip of my tongue, hoping to clear my head.

To my surprise, there was no pain. Perhaps even my mind had gone numb.

“You don’t find me disgusting?” I sneered.

“Not at all. It is you like this that I love.” Yuluo rolled over and leaned against me.

“Good grief. I never knew you liked secondhand goods. Thank you for your patronage.” I turned my head away in fury. By then, anger no longer came close to describing how I felt.

I was getting annoyed. Damn you, Wangchuan—I hate you!

Your wife is practically being ridden by someone else! Didn’t you promise nothing would happen to me? Didn’t you promise?!

Where are you? What happened to your promise?!

A cold kiss landed beside my ear, sending a shiver through me.

One reason was the chill. The other was that I was even more frightened.

Good heavens—had I misjudged him?

Had Wangchuan really sent me back here? Otherwise, why wasn’t he doing anything while Yuluo kissed me?

He was kissing me!

Had he truly given up on me?

I was frightened. In the past, whenever someone merely touched me, Wangchuan would become so furious that black smoke seemed to pour from his body.

When Yuluo and I had merely had the possibility of “contact,” Wangchuan had looked so heartbroken. Why was he completely indifferent now?

The more I thought about it, the more tightly I knitted my brows.

Yuluo’s movements were unhurried. He was nothing like Wangchuan. Wangchuan understood me, and we had been together many times. Whenever we were intimate, he would embrace me impatiently, like a storm breaking all at once.

Yuluo, on the other hand, was like someone transplanting rice seedlings—slow work yielding fine results. Everything he did was agonizingly leisurely. He stroked my cheeks as though teasing me, kissing the edges of my ears and cheeks.

Perhaps he was waiting for the drug to take stronger effect. Or perhaps he really did think I was filthy.

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Maybe I had simply watched too many nature documentaries. I still felt that male animals preferred clean females. Perhaps Yuluo truly found me disgusting.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t keep circling around my ears with his kisses without ever kissing my mouth.

A strange thought occurred to me then. Maybe he was afraid I had something in my mouth, which was why he refused to use his lips.

But whatever the reason, I still felt sick and nauseated when he kissed my ears. I couldn’t stand it!

Fortunately, he wasn’t kissing my mouth!

As I thought about it, my entire body began to feel even hotter. It wasn’t my own sensation, but rather the sensation of Yuluo, who was kissing me. He was growing colder and colder.

Terrifyingly cold.

The kind of cold that came from something freshly dug out of an ice cavern at the farthest edge of the north—frighteningly cold, like a corpse.

I never wanted to experience anything like this a second time in my life!

At first, I had still struggled a little. Now, however, I had given up.

My mind was becoming blurred. Though I had no heartbeat, I could still feel things. I could still think.

I didn’t know whether Wangchuan had abandoned me, but most likely he had...

Why? Why was I still carrying his child? How could he do this?

Was keeping me around simply too dangerous?

Even in the Rift, evil spirits would constantly be drawn to attack us. Had he finally become afraid?

No... Wangchuan wasn’t that kind of person. How could he possibly be afraid?

He was a ferocious beast—a primordial one. I had always thought of him as something like a heroic creature.

Xiaoyun had once said that Wangchuan’s character could be summed up in a few words: embittered, resentful, and fallen into the mortal world.

No... he was... a good... man?

I was somewhat afraid, and perhaps that too had something to do with watching too many nature documentaries.

I was afraid that male animals were truly rational to an inhuman degree, without any human sense of honor or shame.

If they couldn’t defeat their opponent, they would really hand over the female!

Had I... been handed over?

For a moment, my thoughts ran wild. I realized I was actually doubting Wangchuan. How could I doubt him?

But under circumstances like these, with another man slowly and deliberately working over me while waiting to proceed to the next step, how could I not think such things?!

Bastard, bastard, bastard—I cursed inwardly, cursing that wretched beast, cursing the father of the child in my belly.

Had he really abandoned the two of us?

I couldn’t accept it!

The more I thought about it, the hotter my body became, as though I were about to explode.

Yuluo seemed to notice as well. He slowly moved away from me and looked at me through narrowed eyes.

The drug appeared to have affected him too. At that moment, he looked only slightly better off than I did.

But afterward, unable to restrain himself, Yuluo stripped off half his clothes and pressed down over me once more.

Just as I was wondering why, I heard a loud bang—and I actually... exploded!

I exploded?!

Damn it, I exploded?!

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My soul drifted out of my body in a daze. Then, as a faint mist dissipated, I saw a little pig pinned beneath Yuluo.

No—a big pig!

It was an incredibly lifelike pig, almost like a plush toy, with pink skin and a huge snout. A glass bead—the one Han Mingxuan had given me—was looped around its trotter.

Yuluo was rubbing himself against the pig’s cheek, saying something I couldn’t make out.

What was going on?!

It wasn’t me who had exploded. My soul had flown out of my body?

Then who was that pig? Me? Or something else?!

I couldn’t make sense of it for a moment, and terror broke me out in a cold sweat. Of course, that was only figuratively speaking. Souls couldn’t sweat. They could only stare around in horror.

Then, in the very next instant, the pig suddenly began to swell!

Even its trotters rose into the air!

I didn’t know what Yuluo was seeing at that moment. I thought it was still me, because he was touching the pig’s chest...

For some inexplicable reason, I felt like laughing. What on earth was happening?

As the pig grew fatter and fatter, it suddenly exploded with a bang!

This time it really exploded! It wasn’t an illusion!

It was like a missile going off. The blast erupted beneath Yuluo’s completely bare upper body, and then the entire room exploded with it!

Everything around us shook violently. Yuluo had no time to react—the whole thing happened too quickly. Before I could even see what was going on, I was pulled into a streak of white light.

A soul has no physical sensations. I only felt myself drifting aimlessly. I could no longer see Yuluo, nor could I see that thing—whether it had been me or the pig—that had just exploded.

The only thing I knew was that the blast had been terrifyingly powerful. It had spread outward like a nuclear bomb, complete with a mushroom cloud.

The buildings around us... they must have collapsed too, right?

I was dazed and confused, but in the next instant I felt someone wrap an arm around my neck, gripping me with considerable force.

I immediately began to struggle with all my might!

After all, moments ago I had been pinned beneath someone while being kissed senseless. How could I not react on instinct?

Ahead of me was a tiny point of light. I thought I might be able to escape through it.

At that moment, I didn’t care about anything else. If there was a way out, I had to take it!

The harder I struggled, the tighter that arm clamped around me. It held me firmly, first around my neck, then—after I fought against it—across my chest.

Oh, for heaven’s sake! What a pervert!

I hurriedly struck at him again and again, kicking, biting, and scratching, showing not the slightest mercy as I tried to break free.

Then I suddenly felt a brutal slap land on my backside.

There was no sound, no scent, no words—only that movement.

It was so familiar.

I stiffened at once and reached out to touch the arm.

The muscles felt familiar too...

Was it... Wangchuan?

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