Chapter 119: Beauty's Skin

Lu Qiu Sheng once said that, according to the information his father had investigated back then, the person hiding behind the Bai Family was definitely not just one.

Now, Bai Xian'er and the little monster have appeared together; it seems they are determined to succeed this time.

When Bai Xian'er was speaking, Bai Jingmo's body suddenly trembled, his whole body tensed up, as if he were desperately resisting.

"Jingmo, behave a little." Bai Xian'er continued, "I can lift you to the heavens, and just as easily trample you into the mud; don't, when I am most fascinated by you, force me to use measures against you."

Her charming voice suddenly turned cold, and Bai Jingmo shuddered all over; the slightest hint of resistance he had just shown vanished in an instant.

Bai Xian'er, indeed a ruthless character.

The next moment, her gaze swept toward the doorway as she said, "Good child, this is left to you; show off your skinning skills well—I want a flawless piece of human skin."

After saying that, Bai Jingmo turned, twisting his waist with all kinds of charm, and leaned against the nearby beauty couch to go watch the fight.

My heart jumped.

Bai Xian'er made a deal with Feng Li Shu, taking in the girl Feng Li Shu sent, and promised not to move against me for now.

But now she has that little monster come to skin me.

She is unilaterally breaking the agreement!

What would Feng Li Shu think if she knew about this?

The next moment, I heard a whooshing wind behind me.

The little monster pinched a silver needle in his hand and thrust it straight toward the back of my head.

This is his usual trick: first stab the silver needle into the target's occiput to control them, then begin skinning.

Just now Bai Xian'er called the little monster 'good child'; is that just a nickname, or is the little monster actually her son?

A half‑human, half‑hedgehog monster… who on earth is its father?

Just as the little monster lunged forward, the gate of the Bai Family clinic was slowly closing.

Pa!

A loud whip crack suddenly rang out, lashing hard at the gate; the next moment, Li Qingying kicked open the door that was about to shut, rushed in, and clashed with the two sturdy doormen.

I also simultaneously drew my bow, firing several bursts of flame at the little monster in succession.

That little monster was very agile, dodging left and right, keeping the silver needle pinched in his hand, his eyes locked on the back of my head, constantly looking for an opening.

Li Qingying quickly disposed of the two sturdy men, attacked the little monster from behind, and we flanked it, successfully trapping it in the middle.

This is the Bai Family's territory, and Bai Xian'er was standing nearby watching.

She was controlling Bai Jingmo's body, leaning there lazily, limp as if boneless, yet showing no intention to intervene.

She actually has such confidence in that little monster?

Whoosh!

Another burst of flame shot out, this time hitting the little monster's back, instantly scorching a small patch of its flesh‑spikes.

I silently relaxed, fortunately the little monster did not possess that kind of dark energy capable of nullifying Feng Wu's flames.

At the same time, Li Qingying's whip seized the opportunity and also lashed the little monster's back.

Only a sharp squeak was heard; the little monster felt the pain and flew into a rage.

He leapt up, his body tumbling several times in midair, and a dozen or so flesh‑spikes shot off from it, stabbing toward me and Li Qingying.

The flesh‑spikes were as long as a finger joint, fierce as splitting bamboo; once they pierced, they would surely tear skin and flesh.

Lu Qiu Sheng died exactly that way—being pierced to death.

At first glance there weren't many wounds on his body, but a closer look revealed the flesh beneath riddled with holes, and he eventually bled to death.

"Mm!"

Li Qingying let out a muffled grunt as a flesh‑spike pierced her left wrist; fortunately she dodged quickly, so the spike only went through skin and muscle, not bone.

My situation was worse: three or four flesh‑spikes came at my face at once; I could dodge one, but there was no way to avoid all of them simultaneously.

I had braced myself for disfigurement to save my life, when a fragrant breeze swept by and those spikes all fell to the ground.

I stood there, still shaken, when I heard Bai Xian'er's voice: "Good child, be careful—I don't want a scar on your face."

I abruptly looked toward the soft cushion, as if realizing something.

Bai Xian'er having the little monster skin me is not to make a human‑skin red coffin.

She wants my entire piece of human skin!

Why is that?

The little monster squeaked twice, and when it struck again it was obviously much more cautious.

Li Qingying had retreated to my side, brandishing her whip and lashing out several times in succession, always shielding me.

But after a few lashes, the whip suddenly slipped from her hand.

Only then did I notice that the hand pierced by the flesh‑spike seemed to have lost its strength.

The flesh‑spikes are poisonous!

Just then, the little monster struck at Li Qingying again.

I rushed over, shoved Li Qingying aside, drew my bow, and fired flame that hit the little monster again.

The little monster tumbled and retreated a few steps.

It lay on the ground, the flesh‑spikes on its back standing upright like stakes, its pair of crimson pupils glaring at me with hatred, and the silver needle in its hand had multiplied from one to three.

It arched its body, buffered, then leapt up; the three silver needles shot through the air, this time not fixated on the back of my head but attacking from three directions—my brow, crown, and throat.

Li Qingying struggled to pick up her whip, but she couldn't even crawl.

That poison isn't lethal, but it has a powerful paralyzing effect on the nerves; Li Qingying gradually went limp all over, helpless.

I strained to lean back to dodge, but those three silver needles seemed to have grown eyes, always aiming at me.

There was no way to avoid it, and I inadvertently saw a medicine vat placed against the wall in the front hall.

The vat still held half a vat of medicinal liquid, presumably used by someone for a herbal bath.

I bit open the tip of my left middle finger, my right hand formed a sword-finger, I stroked upward from the base of the finger, and at the moment the sword-finger reached the fingertip, I plunged my left hand into the medicine vat.

This was an all-or-nothing attempt; I wasn't certain I could, as Liu Junyan had taught me before, successfully summon a dragon-shaped water ripple.

The next moment, a dragon-shaped creature, much smaller than last time and its whole body entwined with dark brown medicine liquid, flew out of the medicine vat, let out a skyward hiss, and the three silver needles shattered instantly.

The little monster was also violently knocked to the ground, suffering a backlash.

The dragon-shaped creature vanished immediately, and the water ripple returned to the base of my middle finger.

And the medicine liquid in the vat dried up.

"Useless thing!"

Bai Xian'er on the couch could no longer restrain herself; she took control of Bái Jīngmò's body and, in a flash, stood before me.

She also pinched a silver needle between her fingers.

That silver needle gleamed with a cold light, imbued with immense Mana, far surpassing the little monster's silver needle from just moments ago.

At this moment, I knew I was utterly doomed.

Today I can't save anyone; I expect even my human skin will be left for Bai Xian'er.

Even a thought flashed through my mind in an instant: Bai Xian'er wants a whole beautiful human skin; perhaps I should slash my own face to prevent her from getting her wish.

But before I could react, a dark, shadowy figure flashed out of thin air, accompanied by a shrill cat's cry.

The next moment, Bái Jīngmò covered his right cheek, and Bai Xian'er's startled cry rang out: "My face! My face!"

On Bái Jīngmò's face, three bloody gashes ran across his cheek; oddly, where the flesh was turned outward by the scratches, black vapor kept seeping out.

And the Mystic Cat had already steadied itself on my shoulder…