After becoming a ghost, hold the boss's thigh tightly

The World-Devouring Nightmare's gaze was as sharp as a torch as it swept over Tu Mei and Jiaolong who had returned in a panic. The two figures were almost trembling under his powerful pressure.

He was furious and waved his hand. An invisible force instantly knocked the two men several feet away, hitting the wall with a dull sound.

"Waste! You two can't even handle such a small matter!" The voice of Shi Shi Heng Yan was low and full of anger, echoing in the entire empty hall, making the air seem to solidify.

Tu Mei barely managed to stand up, her face full of fear and unwillingness. "My Lord, we were close to success, but... but suddenly a mysterious green tripod and a golden dragon appeared. Their power was too strong for us to resist." Her voice was trembling as she tried to explain the reason for the failure.

Upon hearing this, Shi Shi Heng Yan frowned, obviously feeling extremely dissatisfied with this result.

He rubbed his brows, trying to ease the irritability and anxiety in his heart.

Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, as if he had thought of a solution.

"Tu Mei, come here." He ordered coldly, with unquestionable majesty in his tone.

Tu Mei responded quickly, walked cautiously in front of the World-Devouring Nightmare, lowered his head, and waited for his instructions.

"Listen, I have a plan." The World-Devouring Nightmare leaned close to Tu Mei's ear, whispered in a low voice, and slowly told him his plan.

Every word he uttered was filled with coldness and calculation, which frightened Tu Mei, but he had to admire his wisdom and ruthlessness.

"Sir, is this...is this really feasible?" After hearing the plan, Tu Mei looked hesitant, and it was obvious that he had concerns about such a plan.

"Humph, what's impossible? As long as we act according to the plan, the power of those monks and monsters will become my nourishment and help me recover my strength." Shishi Hengyan snorted coldly, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Besides, this time, we don't need to be as cautious as before. Those old monsters are probably too busy to take care of themselves now."

When Tu Mei heard this, although he was extremely reluctant, he finally gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement.

"Sir, I guarantee with my life that I will complete your orders." Her voice was firm and resolute, as if she was ready to die.

Afterwards, Tu Mei followed the instructions of the World-Devouring Nightmare and hurried away to carry out the plan that was full of dangers and unknowns.

And Shi Shi Heng Yan returned to his room. His mood seemed to have improved because of the plan he made.

He walked to the bedside and looked at the Nine Yin Girl lying there with a seductive look on her face, with a playful smile on his lips.

"Come on, my little beauty, let us continue the unfinished music and weave the night into our own unique dream." The voice of the World-Devouring Nightmare was low and magnetic. He slowly walked towards the Nine Yin Girl, and every step revealed an irresistible charm.

When Jiuyinnu saw this, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes, including fear of the World-Devouring Nightmare and anticipation for what was about to happen.

"My lord, you always bring me endless surprises." The Nine Yin Girl opened her red lips slightly, her voice was soft and charming. She stretched out her slender jade hand, gently hooked the neck of the World-Devouring Nightmare, and pulled him towards her.

The bed seemed to come alive at this moment, rocking gently as the two people approached, making an enticing creaking sound.

However, there was a strange light in Shishi Hengyan's eyes, and he was not completely immersed in the pleasure of the flesh. "Jiuyin, you know that every time we blend, I absorb your power, which is the key to my recovery of strength." His voice sounded softly in Jiuyin's ears, with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Upon hearing this, Jiuyin Girl's body trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. "My Lord, I already knew this. It is my great honor to be able to help you regain your strength." Her tone was full of determination and loyalty, as if she was ready to become the source of power for the World Devouring Nightmare.

With every violent shaking of the bed, Shi Shi Heng Yan could clearly feel streams of pure feminine power surging into his body.

These forces intertwined and merged with his demonic energy, as if laying a solid foundation for his road to recovery.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face, which was the satisfaction and pleasure of having his desire for power satisfied.

"Jiuyin, your power is truly extraordinary. With your help, the day when I recover my strength is just around the corner." Shishi Hengyan whispered in Jiuyin girl's ear, his voice full of expectations and confidence for the future.

The Nine Yin Girl hugged the body of the World-Devouring Evernight tightly, as if she wanted to dedicate everything she had to him.

She knew that she was just a chess piece on the road to restoring the strength of the World-Devouring Nightmare, but she was also willing to be the most dazzling chess piece, to pave the way for him and help him achieve his wish.

In the joy and fusion of this night, the World-Devouring Nightmare and the Nine-Yin Lady jointly weaved a dream about power and desire.

And this dream may become the starting point for the World-Devouring Nightmare to conquer the world in the future.

However, he also knew that this road was full of dangers and uncertainties.

But he had no choice but to move forward step by step until he achieved his goal.

Under the shadow of the World-Devouring Nightmare's conspiracy, Tu Mei and her accomplices are quietly carrying out a series of subtle and dangerous plans.

They are like ghosts in the night, shuttling between monks and monsters, setting traps that appear harmless but are actually full of murderous intent.

Tu Mei, this thoughtful woman, after completing the difficult task assigned by the World-Devouring Nightmare, unexpectedly found a target that made her heart beat among the many cultivators - Qing Lang.

Qinglang, a monk whose name is as cold and handsome as he is.

He is aloof and unconcerned by worldly affairs. He always practices meditation alone in the mountains and forests, and does not contend with others.

However, it was this unique temperament that made Tu Mei interested in him.

She began to appear in Qingliang's sight intentionally or unintentionally, either by the dew in the early morning or under the sunset in the evening, and every encounter seemed to be arranged by fate.

As time goes by, Tu Mei's obsession with Qing Lang grows.

She was no longer satisfied with looking at him from afar, but longed to get closer to him and understand him.

So, she decided to use her beauty and wisdom to set a gentle trap.

On a quiet night, when the moonlight spread across the earth like water, Tu Mei tiptoed to Qinglang's residence.

She knocked on the door gently, with a barely perceptible hint of nervousness and anticipation in her voice.

"Brother Qinglang, I have something to talk to you about." Her voice was gentle and firm, as if it could penetrate the night and reach Qinglang's heart.

The door slowly opened, and a clear figure appeared in the moonlight.

He still had that cold and aloof look, with a hint of doubt and vigilance in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" His voice was cold and brief, as if he didn't want to get entangled with anyone too much.

Tu Mei smiled slightly, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and gently handed it to Qinglang.

"It smells weird here." There was a hint of concern and curiosity in her tone, trying to attract Qin Lang's attention.

Qinglang took the handkerchief and sniffed it doubtfully.

However, he did not notice anything unusual in the handkerchief, but only felt a faint fragrance coming to his nose, which made him a little dazed.

He frowned, trying to dispel the inexplicable heat and fuzziness, but it seemed that the harder he tried, the stronger the feeling became.

At this moment, Tu Mei's smile became more obvious.

She looked at Qin Lang's gradually flushed cheeks and slightly blurred eyes, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction surged in her heart.

She slowly approached Qin Lang, her voice becoming charming and seductive. "Qing Lang, what's wrong with you?" She reached out and gently stroked Qing Lang's cheek. The cool touch made Qing Lang involuntarily want to get closer to her, seeking more coolness and comfort.

However, at this moment, Tu Mei suddenly leaned close to Qin Lang's ear and gently pecked his lips.

The soft and sweet touch was like the gentlest breeze in spring, gently blowing across his clear heart, instantly blowing away all his reason and defenses.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, as if he was being pulled by some mysterious force and couldn't extricate himself.

Then, a strong impulse surged into his heart, driving him to act without hesitation.

Qinglang suddenly exerted force and hugged Tumei tightly in his arms.

His arms were like iron hoops, tightly wrapped around her waist, as if he wanted to merge her into one with himself, making them inseparable.

Tu Mei was startled by his sudden action, but then she felt the warmth and firmness in his arms, and an inexplicable sense of security surged in her heart.

He lowered his head and stared deeply into Tu Mei's eyes that were sparkling with alluring light.

There was a mixture of shyness and anticipation in her eyes, as if she was inviting him to take the next step in his exploration.

Qin Lang couldn't resist such temptation. He slowly approached her, and their breathing began to intertwine, forming an indescribable intimate atmosphere.

Just then, he kissed her gently on the lips.

It was a gentle and delicate kiss, like the dewdrops in the early morning touching the flower petals, with a cool touch and a hint of sweetness.

Tu Mei felt his kiss and her body trembled involuntarily, but then she relaxed and let herself be immersed in this sudden passion.

Their kiss gradually deepened, from gentle at first to passionate and lingering.

The clear tip of his tongue gently probed into her mouth, entangled with hers, and together they weaved the most beautiful dream of the night.

Tu Mei's hands also tightly embraced his neck, as if she wanted to pour all her passion and love into this kiss.

Under the night sky, the two figures hugged each other tightly, as if the whole world had stopped.

The moonlight shone on them through the window lattice, adding a bit of haziness and romance to the scene.

Everything around them became blurry and distant; only the sound of each other's heartbeats and breathing echoed in their ears, clear and powerful.

On the bed, the veil dances lightly, and the soft moonlight shines through the window lattice, sprinkling on this small world, adding a touch of dreaminess to this private and passionate scene.

The figures of Qinglang and Tumei overlap and entangle in this soft light, as if the whole world is intoxicated by it.

Qinglang gently picked up Tu Mei and held her horizontally. Her body was light and soft, nestling in his chest like a boneless feather.

He felt her body temperature coming through her thin clothes, warm and real, making the impulse and desire in his heart even stronger.

He carefully placed her on the soft bed, then lay down and held her tightly in his arms.

However, behind this short-lived joy and satisfaction, there are endless crises and unknowns.

Because every move and every smile of Tu Mei is part of the plan of the World-Devouring Nightmare.

She was like a time bomb that could detonate the peace and tranquility of the entire monk world at any time...

After a night of passion and conspiracy, Tu Mei left the scene silently like a ghost, leaving only a series of light footsteps and lingering warmth in the air.

She returned to the side of the World Devouring Nightmare, with a mysterious smile on her face, and reported softly: "My lord, everything is ready."

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of anticipation flashed in Shishi Hengyan's eyes. He slowly stretched out his hand, and his fingers moved flexibly in the air, as if weaving an invisible net.

As he uttered the low and powerful mantra, the whole space seemed to tremble.

The trap seemed to be activated and began to emit dazzling light. The light quickly spread out and formed a huge circle, tightly surrounding the monks and monsters in the circle.

Tu Mei stood aside, staring at the mirror. The mirror reflected the monks and monsters trapped in the trap.

Their faces appeared unusually clear under the light, and their inner desires were also exposed under the light.

Some monks had ferocious faces, obviously filled with desire for power and strength; some monsters had flickering eyes, revealing their greed for treasure.

Among these monks and monsters, the relationship between Li Yiye and the White-haired and Green-robed Immortal is particularly eye-catching.

Under the soft and dim candlelight, the two people in the picture seem to be in a world that belongs only to them.

Li Yiye hugged his master tightly. The figure of the white-haired and green-robed Immortal became extremely tall and gentle in his eyes. That was the eternal safe haven in his heart.

There was both obsession and fanaticism in his eyes, a deep affection that transcended the boundaries between master and disciple. It was the emotion that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time that finally found an outlet.

Their kiss was deep and passionate, as if they wanted to absorb each other into their souls.

Every touch seemed to ignite the fire in each other's hearts, and the fire burned brighter and brighter, burning away their rationality and defenses without a trace.

Li Yiye was intoxicated in the love of his master. He felt as if he was being pulled by a powerful force. It was a happiness and satisfaction that he had never experienced before.

"Master..." Li Yiye couldn't help but call out this title when he was receiving the love from his master.

With every shout, a deeper emotional investment welled up in his heart, which was his endless loyalty and longing for his Master.

He longed for Master’s recognition and response, and longed to spend every day and night with Master.

As his emotions heated up, Li Yiye's actions became more and more intense.

He hugged his master tightly, as if he wanted to merge him with himself. The bed sheet crumpled up under them, as if it was a witness to their emotional entanglement.

Those wrinkles contain their sweat and tears, and also record their forbidden love that is not tolerated by the world.

However, behind this seemingly lingering scene, lies the conspiracy and calculation of the world-devouring nightmare.

He took advantage of the inner desires and weaknesses of these monks and monsters and set this trap, intending to transform them into a force for recovery.

Tu Mei is a chess piece in his hand, responsible for executing his plans and observing how everything develops.

Although Tu Mei's heart was full of anticipation and curiosity at this moment, she was also well aware of her mission and responsibility.

She waited quietly for what would happen next, ready to respond to any unexpected events at any time.

And in this night full of unknowns and dangers, a contest of desire, power and betrayal is quietly unfolding...