Evil Consort Master… Hearing those four words, the Evil Consort’s heart trembled slightly. Her dark eyes reflected Yan Zhen’s face.
Unlike his usual obedient and cute act, he wore the expression of a child who had gotten into trouble and was begging an elder for forgiveness.
The Evil Consort felt a moment of daze. Her face suddenly darkened, and she said sternly, “You are not This Palace’s Yan’er!”
Yan Zhen stopped in front of the Evil Consort. He blinked his large eyes, which burned with flames, putting on an innocent expression. “I… I am Yan’er~”
“Don’t try to deceive This Palace, you bastard Flame Emperor!” The Evil Consort grew somewhat agitated. “This Palace’s Yan’er is not you. Get away from This Palace!”
Yan Zhen scratched his head in annoyance. “Why say it like that? I just recovered my memories. I’m still the same person.”
“Stop talking nonsense!” The Evil Consort glared at Yan Zhen, just as she had glared at the Flame Emperor in her previous life. “This Palace admits defeat this time. Do whatever you want—kill me or cut me up. This Palace won’t even flinch.”
“Evil Consort Master…”
“Don’t call This Palace that!”
Startled by her shout, Yan Zhen immediately put on the aggrieved expression of a neglected child. It tugged at the Evil Consort’s heart, making her regret her rashness on the spot. But she quickly shook her head, reminding herself that this guy was no longer her Yan’er. There was no need to feel sorry for him.
“Don’t put on that pitiful act in front of This Palace. This Palace won’t fall for it!”
Yan Zhen said wistfully, “I actually recovered my memories back when Holy Lord Master was attacking Dead City.”
Though the Evil Consort had suspected as much, hearing Yan Zhen admit it personally still shook her to the core. She couldn’t stay calm. “So… so what? This Palace was fooled by your disguise, that’s why This Palace made those… slightly intimate moves. Don’t think This Palace actually favors a little pervert like you. You were acting, and This Palace… This Palace was acting too!”
“Was it really just acting? I don’t think so.”
“Shut up! This Palace says it was!”
Yan Zhen blinked and continued wistfully, “Would you sacrifice yourself to that extent just for a performance?”
The Evil Consort let out a cold laugh. “Great undertakings require overlooking minor details. Consider it as getting bitten by a dog! Do you really think This Palace would fall for you after a few kisses? How childish and laughable!”
“You talk big, but you’re still an old virgin.”
Yan Zhen muttered under his breath, instantly igniting the Evil Consort’s fury.
“Little Scoundrel, what did you say?!”
“N-Nothing. I kissed you first, sure, but afterward, it was Evil Consort Master who took the initiative every time. You nearly sucked my soul away each time.”
“…”
The Evil Consort was struck speechless by the precise hit. Her momentum deflated in an instant, her pretty face flushing pink. She racked her brains for a moment before coming up with a retort. Clearing her throat, she declared righteously, “No matter what you say, This Palace was merely playing the role of Chen Xi. If you want to blame someone, blame Chen Xi for being a lovesick fool obsessed with her own disciple. She even forced This Palace to make such a huge sacrifice.”
“You can even blame it on Master~”
“Who else? That so-called Flame Saint, that Xi Emperor—she’s nothing but a shameless pervert, hardly worthy to be This Palace’s rival!”
“Don’t badmouth Master behind her back.”
“Heh, feeling protective now?”
Yan Zhen gave her a strange look. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black. Evil Consort Master is the same, if not worse.”
“This Palace is not!”
“You clearly are.”
The more they talked, the more embarrassed she felt. In her fury and shame, the Evil Consort snapped, “Bastard Flame Emperor, get out of This Palace’s sight! This Palace doesn’t want to see you!”
“Fine, then I’ll go.”
“Scram!”
“You yell at me even after I said I’d leave? Fine, I won’t go.”
Yan Zhen, who had just turned to leave, spun back around and plopped down right in front of the Evil Consort.
Her chest heaved with rage, sending waves rippling across her ample bosom. It was quite the captivating sight.
Yan Zhen couldn’t help stealing a couple of extra glances, which the Evil Consort quickly noticed.
“What are you staring at? Don’t you know you’ll go blind?!”
It’s not like I haven’t seen them before… Yan Zhen grumbled inwardly. He deliberately swallowed hard, making a loud gulp.
The Evil Consort’s expression changed. “Flame Emperor! This Palace warns you—don’t you dare try anything! Otherwise, This Palace won’t let you off!”
Yan Zhen patted his belly but said nothing. Instead, he glanced at the plump little rabbit with a faint look of longing on his face, as if to say—
I’m craving it.
Seeing this, the Evil Consort immediately struggled desperately. But with her lower body buried in the Star Core, her hands suspended in midair by the Rune Pattern Star Rings, and a Sealing Collar around her neck, she could barely move anything except her mouth, neck, and those generous breasts.
As for her mystic power, it was all sealed away in her dantian. She couldn’t mobilize even a scrap.
In her current state, she couldn’t resist no matter what Yan Zhen did to her.
“Has Evil Consort Master started to dislike me?” Yan Zhen said glumly. “You used to love feeding me so much.”
“This Palace fed Yan’er, not you. Don’t get ahead of yourself, you bastard Flame Emperor!” The Evil Consort said fiercely. “If you’re hungry, go find Chen Xi and Jialan. Don’t bother This Palace!”
“I am Yan’er.” Yan Zhen leaned in close, pointing at himself. “Exactly the same. Haven’t changed a bit.”
The Evil Consort snorted coldly and turned her face away, refusing to look at him.
Sigh~ Yan Zhen let out a helpless sigh. “Forget it for now. The reason I came is to tell Evil Consort Master that Master and the others are preparing to send more people to attack Dead City again.”
At those words, the Evil Consort whipped her face back around and glared at Yan Zhen. He met her gaze calmly.
“The two Masters left it to me to decide the details, so I came to discuss it with Evil Consort Master.”
The Evil Consort’s eyes widened. She was so furious she could barely speak. “Are… are you threatening This Palace?”
“Of course not.” Yan Zhen put on his most harmless expression. “I just think there’s no need for us to be at such odds. Instead of fighting to the death, why not live together in harmony? In other words, we could coexist peacefully and cooperate sincerely.”
“You want This Palace to cooperate with Jialan? Ridiculous!”
“Isn’t that great? The Peacock Heavenly Monarch fell in Dead City. The Demon Domain Lord surely won’t let it slide. Once he frees up his hands to deal with the Evil God Clan, you’ll be in trouble. The enemy of my enemy is my friend—why not join forces with Jialan Holy Land to stand against the Demon Domain?”
Yan Zhen advised patiently. “Evil Consort Master teamed up with the Demon Domain to restore the Evil God Clan’s glory, right? Partnering with Jialan Holy Land is the same—and I’m no worse than the Demon Domain Lord!”
“You make it sound so good.” The Evil Consort sneered disdainfully. “If you’re so sincere, release This Palace first. This Palace isn’t opposed to talking with Jialan and the others.”
Yan Zhen blinked. “If Evil Consort Master wants to be freed, you have to meet one condition first.”
The Evil Consort narrowed her dark eyes. “What condition?”
“Just… kiss me.” Yan Zhen tapped his lips. “For the time it takes a cup of tea to brew.”
Silence fell, and the atmosphere grew still.
After a long moment, the Evil Consort said wistfully, “Are… are you sure you mean what you say, Flame Emperor?”
