Quick Transmigration: Cannon Fodder's Daily Rise to Power and Face-Slapping

Chapter 329 Slapping the Faces of Hypocrites in the Online Game World 5

"Tell me, what do you want to do?" Si Muchen asked in a low voice.

"I want to kill someone." Leng Yuexing's voice was filled with murderous intent.

In the previous world, in order to seize the destiny of the Chosen One, he could not kill the outsider in advance.

But in this world, he didn't have that concern.

For players, this world is a virtual world, protected by a system, so players will not actually die.

Leng Yuexing wanted to experience the same death that the Chosen One of Heaven had gone through, just like in a dream, so that he could repay them in kind.

Let him also experience the pain of being killed.

Currently, the player's level is 120, which can be considered one of the top players.

If Leng Yuexing wants to kill him, she needs to increase her level in a short period of time, which means increasing her mana.

He needed sufficient magical power to kill Huang Ranru Meng.

"Kill one person?"

Si Muchen's voice brought Leng Yuexing back to her senses.

"I will kill him for you," Si Muchen said in a low voice, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

“No!” Leng Yuexing refused. “I want to do it myself.”

Si Muchen grasped Leng Yuexing's wrist to test the magical power within her body.

After a long pause, he said in a low voice, "You are really special. You have a very powerful body, but your magical power is so low."

"With such low magical power, are you sure you can kill the person you want to kill?"

Si Muchen caressed Leng Yuexing's wrist, his eyes filled with possessiveness and desire. "Why don't you let me help you kill that person?"

Leng Yuexing pulled her wrist away from Si Muchen's hand, and an icy blue flame instantly condensed in her hand. The scorching temperature seemed to tinge Si Muchen with a bit of heat as well.

"Although my magical power is weak, no one is better at using elemental power than me. As long as I have enough magical power, killing that person will be a piece of cake."

No one had ever acted like this in front of Si Muchen before. It didn't seem like a display; it was more like a demonstration.

But Si Muchen felt no anger; he even felt like laughing.

He felt as if he saw a fox baring its teeth at him, and he couldn't help but want to conquer it at all costs, to make the fox lie docilely in his arms.

To Leng Yuexing's surprise, he gently placed his palm on Leng Yuexing's palm.

The icy blue flames went out as if doused with water.

Finally, Si Muchen and Leng Yuexing intertwined their fingers, and he held Leng Yuexing's hand tightly.

"Since you insist, then I will accompany you until the day you can kill that person yourself."

"However, how do you intend to increase your magical power?"

"Do people from another world like you have your own unique ways?"

Si Muchen slowly and deliberately said something that greatly surprised Leng Yuexing.

"You actually knew? How did you know?" Leng Yuexing was extremely surprised, but Si Muchen did indeed prove that his previous guess was correct.

"I am the Lord of the Night, and the King of the Undead."

"Naturally, I can sense that the souls of you people from another world are exceptionally different."

"Your souls appear to me as gray and white, like a grid of squares."

Si Muchen stroked Leng Yuexing's cheek, "But your soul is very special; your soul radiates a dazzling light..."

"It's almost like..."

"A god has descended to earth!"

Si Muchen stared intently at Leng Yuexing, not missing a single subtle change in his expression.

Leng Yuexing never expected that Si Muchen could see through the true nature of these players.

Thinking of Si Muchen's description of him as a god descending from heaven, he smiled slightly, "Since you guessed that I am a god descending from heaven, you still want to capture me?"

"So what if a god descends? I want you, that's all!" Si Muchen's voice was deep and firm, his eyes filled with determination as he looked at Leng Yuexing.

Leng Yuexing raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Then you're wrong. If I were a god, how could I possibly possess such low-level magic? I've merely had some fortuitous encounters."

Si Muchen did not believe what Leng Yuexing said, but even if Leng Yuexing was really a god, now that Leng Yuexing had lost her magic power, he would never let go.

"Alright, enough of the nonsense. Send the undead outside to Yongquan Town nearby." Leng Yuexing pointed outside the sedan curtain.

Si Muchen didn't ask why. He waved his hand outside, and the sedan chair immediately made a sharp 180-degree turn.

Due to inertia, Leng Yuexing crashed hard into Si Muchen, and her lips instantly pressed against his.

He opened his eyes wide and was about to get up when Si Muchen gripped the back of his head tightly and pinched his chin, not allowing him any chance to escape. Then he kissed him forcefully!

Leng Yuexing's aura was special to Si Muchen.

The dead have no sense of taste or smell, and Si Muchen had long forgotten what "sweet" tasted like until he met Leng Yuexing.

Leng Yuexing's scent was extremely sweet; even from a distance, Si Muchen could smell it.

And now, he has tasted the long-lost sweetness through Leng Yuexing.

He frantically inhaled Leng Yuexing's sweet scent, cupped his face in his hands, and pressed him down onto the soft couch of the sedan chair, not allowing him the slightest chance to escape.

Leng Yuexing's breath was filled with icy coldness, and a tremor ran through his soul, causing him to gradually lose himself in the crisp, cold air.

Leng Yuexing only came to her senses when the sedan chair came to a stop.

He grunted, signaling Si Muchen to let him go, but Si Muchen ignored him.

Leng Yuexing reached out and gently pressed on an acupoint on Si Muchen's body. Si Muchen's body stiffened, and he suddenly collapsed onto Leng Yuexing as if all his strength had been released.

Although it was only for a brief second, Leng Yuexing finally broke free from Si Muchen.

He sat down on the soft couch to the side and straightened his robes. Seeing Si Muchen looking at him with unsatisfied desire, Leng Yuexing smiled and said, "I said I would wait until I had done what I wanted to do."

“Okay,” Si Muchen said in a hoarse voice.

Since becoming the Lord of the Night, he has never allowed himself to "endure" again.

Now, he is willing to "endure" for Leng Yuexing's sake, to endure until the day he can no longer bear it.

It was already late at night. Si Muchen instructed his undead servants to park the sedan chair in a secluded grove outside Yongquan Town, and he planned to enter the town with Leng Yuexing the next day.

The soft couch inside the sedan chair was large enough for Si Muchen and Leng Yuexing to lie down side by side.

Leng Yuexing yawned, and Si Muchen pulled her into his arms and lay down on the soft couch together.

After a good night's sleep, the next morning, Leng Yuexing finished washing up and wanted to take Si Muchen into Yongquan Town.

Just as Si Muchen was about to get into the sedan chair, Leng Yuexing stopped him.

“Your sedan chair is too conspicuous. Let’s walk in.”