Chapter 27: Black Witch Famic (Read Quickly!! Ticket!! Please Don't Let the Book Die!!)

Fulade couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn, mature women are just different."

Clap! Mmm~

A crisp slap rang out, accompanied by an alluring whimper.

Watching Famic's hips sway, under his palm she opened her tempting red lips and, in a highly flirtatious manner, gave an unconscious response.

He still couldn't hold back; feeling the astonishing elasticity and softness on his fingers, Fulade couldn't help but marvel inwardly.

Annoying~

Famic lightly bit her red lips and, with a coquettish scowl, shot Fulade a glance.

As if unaffected at all, she continued to gaze at Fulade's handsome face with a seductive look, constantly teasing him.

Seeing this, even Fulade had to admire the woman's acting.

If Fulade hadn't keenly noticed the flash of irritation deep in Famic's charming eyes, he would have almost taken it as genuine.

Staring at the flirtatious, enchanting face that rose from below and kept approaching, Fulade simply stood there quietly admiring, unmoved.

Thus, while cursing Fulade in her mind, Famic could only take a more proactive approach, offering herself.

When a bright red little snake slithered across his cheek, Fulade seemed to understand Famic's next move.

Sure enough, when a smug expression appeared on Famic's charming face as she kissed his lips, strands of black gas entered Fulade's body.

At the same time, Famic shoved the Fulade she had just kissed away, let out a triumphant laugh, and said, "You've already fallen under my black death insect curse; let's see if you die this time."

Saying that, Famic tossed a flirtatious wink at Fulade and laughed coquettishly again.

"Come to think of it, you guy's pretty strong; it'd be a shame if you died."

But unfortunately, before Famic could revel for long, a move by Fulade snapped her back to reality.

"Oh, you mean~ them!?"

A stream of blood on Fulade's fingertip, enveloping thick black vapor, continuously spilled out.

If a microscope were present, one could see that these black gases consist of thousands upon thousands of black insects.

Thus, the Witch's methods are truly bizarre.

"This—this is impossible!"

Seeing the scene before her, Famic widened her eyes in disbelief, hurriedly stepped back a pace, and shook her head, saying.

When Fulade clenched his hand, a flash of blood‑colored energy appeared, instantly crushing those black gases into dust, making them vanish.

Fulade looked at Famic with a hint of sarcasm, not waiting for her to recover from shock.

He then moved, instantly appearing before Famic, grabbed her throat, dragged her to his face, giving her no chance to struggle, and said.

"Oh, why is it impossible? You tell me."

Seeing Fulade suddenly before her, Witch Famic finally snapped awake, just as she reached for the dagger at her waist, Fulade seized her throat.

Ding~ clang clang

As the dagger slipped from her hand, Famic seemed to have all her strength drained, her hands powerless as she patted Fulade's hands and chest.

Cough cough~ uh.

Watching the faint struggling, powerless flailing of Famic in front of him as she tried to beg for mercy.

This time Fulade did not pay any more attention, but extended his fangs and bit her delicate neck.

At that moment, Famic's brain, severely oxygen‑deprived, rolled her eyes, not seeing the scene, only feeling a strange mix of pain and tingling on her slender neck.

Then, with her breathing labored, Famic felt darkness before her eyes and instantly lost consciousness.

Hoo~ huff.

He casually left Famic on the ground, licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and mused, "Turns out it's a thirty‑year‑old brew, never been opened!"

Fulade looked at the pale‑faced Famic on the ground, clicked his tongue, feeling a bit incredulous.

Her previously extremely flirtatious display didn't seem like that of a virgin at all.

Tsk tsk, what a vast world, full of wonders.

In the Western world, such a situation actually occurs.

Fulade tsked in amazement a few times, then looked toward the Mysterious Light Orb in his mind.

"Hmm? How did this happen?"

He saw a faint thread flickering between the Mysterious Light Orb and Famic, looking extremely unstable.

"Could it be that it really requires consent?"

Fulade frowned, pondering for a moment. He couldn't figure it out, but if it truly required consent, hadn't it already linked, though intermittently and unstable?

Seemingly responding to Fulade, the Mysterious Light Orb suddenly transmitted a message to him.

"The host must complete Qi‑energy sharing with the other party voluntarily or without resistance.

Note: If the Qi‑energy host resists, the effect is halved."

"Please, host, promptly supplement the system's required Qi‑energy, patch the loophole, and complete the upgrade."

Fulade stared in surprise at the message that suddenly floated before him, murmuring, "Didn't expect, it's really a system, but seems a bit useless."

"Patch? Loophole."

Fulade subconsciously paced, bowing his head, pondering the meaning of the words.

"It seems there's more to this."

"And literally, the system may have been in a broken state all along, urgently needing Qi‑energy to fill it."

"That explains why the system didn't appear at first, and couldn't provide any function."

Thinking this, Fulade became even more confident in the plan he had previously devised.

Looking at the Famic lying on the cold stone slab, a plan began to form in his mind.

"Ailina."

With Fulade's call, Ailina, dressed in a pink‑purple sand‑woven long dress with a wide‑open V‑neck exposing half of her chest, walked out of the cave.

Ailina first glanced at the unconscious Witch Famic lying on the ground, then came to Fulade's side, quietly awaiting Fulade's orders.

Fulade, looking at Ailina, who after leaving the Xiudaoyuan appeared even more charming and lovely, asked, "What have you discovered?"

"Master, we only made a round in the small town, and found that the surrounding forest hides a large number of Witch traces."

"We might have stumbled into these Witches' lair, right."

Ailina's sweet, delicate face, with slightly furrowed elegant brows, faintly showed a hint of worry.

Fulade smiled, stretched out a finger and pinched Ailina's delicate sweet face:

"No need to be afraid, Ailina, they're only low‑rank Witches, not that powerful."

"Hmm~" Ailina looked at Fulade's confident expression, instantly eased her worry, obediently nodded, and her watery eyes stared at Fulade.

Mmm, how safe it feels.

When Master doesn't bully me, he's the most handsome.

(End of chapter)