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"Is this... the Myriad Law Palace?" Standing at the entrance of the stone hall and gazing at the empty interior, Eve widened her eyes, stunned for a while. Finally, seeming somewhat uncertain, she cast a questioning glance at Bu.
Bu was also surprised, but he remained much calmer than Eve. After careful observation, he quickly noticed the stone carving located at the center of the hall.
For some reason, upon seeing that stone carving, Bu felt as if a cold wind had swept over him, causing every hair on his body to stand on end. It was as if Fate had a pair of cold and sinister eyes fixated on him. The indifference and intense bloodthirst in those eyes evoked a sense of awe deep within him.
"What is that?" Following Bu's gaze, Eve looked over and was taken aback upon seeing the stone carving. However, it was clear that she did not feel any threat. She lifted her foot to enter the hall for a closer look.
"Wait," Bu furrowed his brows deeply and quickly reached out to stop Eve, his expression clearly filled with caution. He would not ignore his sudden instinct; even if this feeling turned out to be wrong, it never hurt to be cautious in an unknown cave.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Bu suddenly stop her and his face darkening, Eve was startled and quickly halted her steps, softly asking.
Bu slowly shook his head, silently keeping his gaze fixed on the stone carving standing in the hall. Gradually, he began to discern its specific features.
A gigantic black lotus was intricately carved, with white petals curving gracefully to support the flower's body. At the center of the blood-red stamen sat an old man in a cross-legged position. The old man's body was emaciated, his skeletal face covered in wrinkles. His eyes were tightly closed, and there was a shallow red scar resembling an eye on his forehead.
The entire stone carving appeared almost lifelike, especially the vividly colored giant lotus. If it weren't for the cracks resembling dark fissures on its surface and the lifeless aura emanating from the Withered Old Man seated upon it, Bu might have found it difficult to distinguish this as a stone carving rather than a living being from such a distance.
"White Bone Ghost Lotus." Upon recognizing the features of the giant lotus, Bu felt slightly shocked. However, what unsettled him most was the Withered Old Man sitting atop the lotus. Although he viewed it merely as an inanimate object—a stone carving—he couldn't shake off an uneasy feeling accompanied by a strong sense of danger that made it hard for him to calm down.
"Hey, say something! Are we going in or not?" After waiting for quite some time and seeing Bu remain motionless with a changing expression, Eve could no longer contain herself.
She had also carefully examined the stone carving inside the hall; the massive White Bone Ghost Lotus intrigued her as well. However, after looking around thoroughly, she found nothing amiss. Seeing Bu's serious demeanor didn't seem like an act; while she felt puzzled, she didn't dare to act against Bu's wishes and could only ask for clarification.
"I'm not going to die for you!" Bu was already feeling irritated by the unsettling emotions, and at Eve's question, he became even more impatient.
"You!" Eve did not expect Bu to snap at her, and she became quite angry, feeling wronged. Her chest heaved dramatically as she pointed at Bu, unable to find her words. Finally, she stomped her foot in frustration and marched into the stone hall, heading towards the Stone Carving in the center.
Eve's sudden action was too quick; by the time Bu's expression changed and he reacted, Eve had already taken several steps inside the hall. Her slender figure made Bu feel a sudden headache.
"Indeed, a teammate like a pig!" Despite his frustration, Bu couldn't just ignore Eve. Reluctantly, he took a step forward and chased after her as she had already walked halfway through the hall.
"Hmph." Noticing Bu chasing after her, a glimmer of joy flashed in Eve's beautiful eyes. Unconsciously, her lips curled up as she felt secretly pleased while showing a proud expression again. "I don't believe that Fellow would really leave me behind."
In her euphoric state, Eve completely failed to notice Bu's increasingly dark expression. She deliberately slowed her pace to wait for him to catch up but did not expect that when he did catch up, he would hoist her over his shoulder in a rough manner and slap her firm backside with one hand.
"Ah, what are you doing?" Before Eve could finish her sentence, Bu's palm had already landed on her rear end with a loud smack. The impact caused her to let out a series of sharp cries in embarrassment and anger.
If she hadn't been screaming so much, it might have been better. However, Eve's enthusiastic cries only fueled the wickedness and perverse pleasure within Bu. Originally intending to teach this damned girl a lesson, his inner mischief surged as he kept Eve on his shoulder and continued to slap her backside.
With each slap, the astonishing sensation and elasticity made it feel as if his hand was sinking into her flesh. Almost every time Bu struck, Eve would let out a delicate cry; this was not pain at all—it felt more like enjoyment.
The atmosphere was filled with an ambiguous excitement, as if some unique scent of adrenaline permeated the air. The rhythmic sound of slapping echoed throughout the vast hall, leading one’s imagination to run wild.
Eve seemed as if she had just been pulled from water, completely drenched in sweat. Her complexion was flushed, her eyes seductive, and her delicate body twisted like a serpent under Bu's hand. Eventually, Bu found it hard to continue; he felt as if a flame was burning within him, and the primal urge to release himself made his mind somewhat hazy.
This bizarre situation made Bu realize something was off; not only him but even Eve sensed that something was wrong. However, recognizing it was one thing; resisting the rising heat within their bodies and fighting against such primal temptation was incredibly difficult.
This is not merely a simple act of intimacy during a moment of passion, but rather akin to being under the influence of a potent aphrodisiac, where at this moment, they cannot hold back their feelings, igniting with just a touch.
They were unaware that just as their consciousness was about to be overtaken, at the very moment they fell into an insatiable desire for each other, the Three-Eyed Elder's Stone Carving, positioned in the center of the grand hall, opened its eerie and terrifying Third Eye once again. The snake-like Golden Iris glimmered with a cold and malevolent light, locking onto the two of them as if they were prey on a platter.
"If it weren't for the fact that I can only spare a sliver of my divine consciousness to plant the Heart Seal on these two insignificant children, it wouldn't be so troublesome."
A voice, cold and obscure like ventriloquism, echoed throughout the hall. To their ears, it sounded like whispers from ghosts and deities. However, this voice went unheard by Bu and Eve, who were lost in their desires. They entwined with each other in the grand hall, oblivious to everything else, collapsing onto the ground as they rubbed against each other wildly, breathing heavily and kissing passionately.
Countless gems embedded in the ceiling of the hall scattered silver light down upon them, covering them like a layer of silver bedding.
With a tearing sound, Eve's top was ripped open, revealing an alluring pink wrap that accentuated her enticing curves. The creamy white valley glimmered invitingly, igniting a fiery gaze in Bu's eyes. At that moment, even the last shred of his rationality vanished. His breath quickened as Eve's soft gasps enveloped him like orchids in bloom.
This explosive scene was regrettably devoid of any witnesses. The Three-Eyed Stone Elder murmured a few words before falling silent again, seemingly certain that Bu and Eve's fate would not change; they were destined to have the Heart Seal planted on them and become Heart Slaves.
Their lips met as Bu's large hand boldly climbed to new heights, kneading through the pink wrap. Eve let out a soft moan; as her mouth opened, she felt Bu's tongue slip inside—a taste of something never before experienced. Their lips intertwined in a tender embrace as both became lost in each other's gaze.
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