Chapter 581: Reverse Strategy 40

Chenshu's words were like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.

It made Chenyu's head ring with a loud boom, a chill ran through his heart, and his whole body instantly broke out in goosebumps, as if he'd been hit with a paralysis spell.

"You... what did you say?"

His voice even became hoarse when speaking.

Demonic poison...

Chenyu involuntarily recalled how, when he was in the Chen family, his whole body was rotting away.

It was precisely because of this that his father despised him and eventually gave up on him.

It was actually because of Chenshu.

The members of the Chen family were also killed by Chenshu...

All of this is because of Chenshu!!

"You look like you're quite surprised."

Chenshu let out an "ah," "That's right, after all you treated me as your reborn parents, your lifesaver."

His voice carried a hint of amusement, he lowered his gaze to his fingertips, tilting his head innocently.

"I'll kill you!"

Chenyu finally came to his senses, his eyes bloodshot and turned fierce and frightening; after so long cultivating the Soul-Devouring technique, he had become even more gloomy than before.

"Alright, cut it out; the demonic arts you practice were all taught by me—how could you possibly beat me?"

Chenshu handled it with ease, even finding time to chat with him, further stirring Chenyu's heartstrings.

Such a gaze made Chenyu feel utterly disgusted.

I actually let him toy with me for so long! And I was even used as a pawn!

How could I possibly swallow this anger!

But the disparity in strength dooms Chenyu to fail.

After just a few exchanges, he was thrown to the ground like a rag, his cheek scraping the dusty floor, the other side brutally stomped on.

The owner of the shoes, however, was calm and leisurely, even taking the leisure to lower his head and observe Chenyu's expression.

After confirming he had no strength to resist, Chenshu slowly withdrew his foot, disdainfully rubbing it against the ground.

"Calm down, anyway the Chen family members are all dead, leaving just the two of us; why are you in such a hurry to go home and eat?"

Bringing up the slaughtered Chen family at this juncture will only further stimulate Chenyu's nerves.

"You haven't killed the wrong person; your mother indeed died because of Chen Ning."

Chenshu nodded solemnly, "You can't wrongly accuse me on this point."

"And this extremely handsome face..."

He lowered his head to examine it closely.

"Are you dissatisfied? I specially made this face for you; it's who-knows-how-many times more handsome than the previous one."

"I will kill you! I will kill you!"

Chenyu growled low, his eyes already filled with demonic qi, harboring the world's thickest killing intent and malice.

"You can't kill me; why not change your approach—suicide would be possible."

Truly pitiful.

But the original self that they harmed to death is even more pitiful.

"It's about time; I'm not playing with you anymore."

Chenshu lightly placed his hand on Chenyu's constantly struggling head.

"This move 'the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind'—do you still like it, you mantis?"

He said softly, and Chenyu, in horror, discovered that the demonic arts he had painstakingly cultivated were rapidly draining away.

The feeling of losing power made him fearful and terrified; the stunningly beautiful face was covered in tears and dust.

"No!!"

Shasha...

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the cave.

Chenshu's gaze instantly shifted, sharp as he looked toward the cave entrance.

He had just sensed no one's presence.

The newcomer seemed to be a monster who had rushed in upon hearing the commotion.

His appearance was ordinary; seeing this scene, he was obviously surprised, then shortly after turned excited.

"There are actually humans fighting here?"

"Fight! After you're done, you'll be my meal."

"Save me... please..."

Chenyu was already accustomed to using this face to garner sympathy; right now he bit his lip, lifted his gaze, and looked pleadingly at that male monster.

"Save you? What's in it for me?"

The male monster sized them up, his gaze lingering especially long on Chenshu.

"I can... I can obey you in everything. Ah!!!"

Chenyu's tone was full of implication.

The next second, he was again stepped on the face by Chenshu.

"I say, you're treating me like a dead person?"

His tone was dangerous, not giving Chenyu any chance to speak, his eyebrows slightly raised as he looked at the male monster watching the show.

"Where are you from, little monster, that you don't even know me?"

"Oh?"

The male demon obviously became interested.

"Who are you? If your identity doesn't satisfy me, I might just take you away."

Chenshu casually threw Chen Yu aside, scattering all his demonic arts; Chen Yu is now a cripple who can't even truss a chicken.

He walked toward the male demon, his expression just the right amount of overbearing.

"I am the Yao King's rightful future consort; if you take me, aren't you afraid of making the Yao King angry?"

The male demon glanced at Chen Yu on the ground, his expression showing a moment of surprise, then turned amused after hearing Chenshu's words.

"So you're the future Yao Queen, but it's a shame—I'm not the slightest bit afraid of that Yao King."

He lowered his head to look at the boy within reach, lightly extending his hand to pinch the boy's chin.

"Why not follow me? Instead of being that pointless Yao Queen, wandering the mountains and rivers would be far more interesting than being trapped in Yaogong."

Chenshu's chin was pinched, forcing him to lift his head to look at him; he offered no resistance, instead seeming persuaded, and let out a soft "ah".

"How do you know I don't like being trapped inside Yaogong?"

His slender fingertips brushed the male demon's black-robed chest; the boy's eyes were clear yet full of meaning.

"Since you're not afraid of snatching people from the Yao King, you naturally have some skill."

"Of course." The male demon's eyes sank slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, as his fingertip had already touched the boy's lip corner.

Chenshu was bold enough to actually put his finger in his mouth, his gaze challenging, his voice turning a little muffled.

"Then what should I call you?"

He drew a little closer, his eyes crinkling as he smiled, his voice soft and sticky.

"Lovers?"

The male demon's breath hitched for a moment, as if that endearment and bold Chenshu had flirted with him.

Seeing the demon's state, Chenshu chuckled lightly, pushing his finger out with his tongue tip.

"Do you like this form of address?"

He clung to the male demon's chest, his lips rubbing against the neck, and called out once.

"Lovers..."

The male demon's breathing grew heavier.

His eyes darkened, and he suddenly gripped the boy's head, lowering his head to kiss him.

Chenshu didn't rush to resist either, seeming to resist yet welcome, his fingertips even tugging at the male demon's garment.

A person and a demon kissed, oblivious to the world.

In the corner, Chen Yu: "..."

Despicable.

No wonder everything he taught me was like that—I turn out to be a fickle person after all!

And I'm not afraid of the Yao King finding out—I'll kill him till his soul flies and his spirit scatters!

Only when Chenshu could barely breathe did the male demon finally let him go, his eyes fixed on the boy's crimson cheeks.

"You're awfully bold."

Chenshu snorted, glaring at the male demon as if he smelled jealousy.

"What's wrong, lover? Are you still afraid of the Yao King?"

The male demon's brow twitched.

He was angry.