Chapter 957 - 42: I’ll Snatch It for You (Third Update)

Chapter 957: Chapter 42: I’ll Snatch It for You (Third Update)

"I want... you." Si Mo’s breath landed directly beside Mu Qingge’s ear, causing her ears to turn red and hot.

"Don’t do this!" Mu Qingge hurriedly pressed her hands against the man’s chest to prevent him from getting closer.

Si Mo smiled faintly, sitting her on the bed, placing her on his lap, his long arms tightly embraced her. His forehead rested against hers, and his nose lightly brushed Mu Qingge’s dainty nose. "Little Ge’er, I miss you."

Mu Qingge was stirred by his teasing but remained clear-headed. Her face flushed red as she said, "It’s not convenient here."

"We can go to your space." Si Mo suggested a good idea.

"..." Mu Qingge pulled at the corner of her mouth. In her space, it wasn’t just Mengmeng, there were many people. If she were to be embraced by Si Mo like this and appear before everyone, how would she command them in the future?

Besides, entering the space just to spend a night with Si Mo?

It didn’t seem suitable, no matter how she thought about it.

"No." Mu Qingge decisively refused.

"Why?" Si Mo showed a look of grievance.

His pitiful expression made Mu Qingge’s eyes flash with a hint of unwillingness as she mumbled, "It’s not convenient in my space."

"Then let’s go to my little world." Si Mo’s eyes lit up.

Suddenly, Mu Qingge understood.

This rascal had definitely dug a pit here, just waiting for her to fall in. Seeing Si Mo’s expression, it was clear—’Going to yours is inconvenient, but going to mine is very convenient.’

Mu Qingge chuckled, and before she could come up with an excuse to refuse, she felt a flash before her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she was already in that ethereal place, surrounded by breathtaking scenery, where peach and pear trees competed for beauty.

She recalled the first time she saw Si Mo’s ’honest’ appearance, it was here.

Ahem, although she never figured out if when Si Mo brought her here, it was just for her to watch him bathe?

"Here, is it suitable now?" Si Mo asked with a soft smile.

Mu Qingge jumped out of his embrace and looked around seriously once more. It was really quiet here, so quiet that aside from her and him, there seemed to be no other signs of life.

This was Si Mo’s world, not filled with slaughter and darkness. Rather, it was ethereal and detached from worldly matters.

Like a paradise isolated from the world.

Si Mo walked over, taking Mu Qingge’s hand, leading her deeper into the forest. As they wandered through, occasionally, flowers drifted down, landing on their clothes. Si Mo extended his hand, meticulously clearing the petals from Mu Qingge, with a seriousness as if undertaking a solemn task.

That wholehearted devotion to her made Mu Qingge feel warm, and no matter how hard her exterior, it seemed to dissolve before this man.

Mu Qingge turned to gaze at him, filled with emotion.

She had traveled from Linchuan, a small Third-class Country, growing stronger relentlessly, experiencing so much. Even between life and death, she had tasted it countless times.

And this man, so noble and extraordinary, willingly accompanied her, waited for her.

Until now, she finally arrived in a world equal to his, with him under the same sky of stars.

"Ah Mo." Mu Qingge softly called his name.

It was also here where the man first told her his name, asking her to call him Ah Mo. Back then, she scoffed and refused to oblige.

But now, she called willingly, filled with genuine love spanning lifetimes.

"Hmm?" Si Mo responded naturally and casually.

Here, at this moment, they seemed so ordinary, like any loving couple. With eyes meeting, words were unnecessary.

Mu Qingge smiled sweetly at Si Mo, lifting her hand to remove the earring from her left ear, transforming her appearance back to a woman’s before him. Si Mo’s amber-colored eyes revealed an astonishing beauty.

He led her out of the dense forest to the hot spring’s edge.

Here, Mu Qingge first saw the laid-out fine wine on the ground.

Her eyes lit up, releasing Si Mo’s hand, running to pick up a jar of wine from the ground, turning back with a smile, "Did you prepare these?"

Si Mo nodded, smiling. "I thought, it’s been a while since we last had a drink together."

Mu Qingge nodded. She liked wine; it suited her. However, normally she just savored it unless she needed to vent emotions, leading to being utterly tipsy.

Shining lights flickered in Mu Qingge’s eyes as she opened the wine jar. The rich aroma wafted, making her take a deep breath: "What a fine wine."

Si Mo walked over, taking the jar from her hand, pouring a mouthful into his own. Before Mu Qingge could react, he held her, sealing her cherry lips with his rosy ones.

The strong liquor flowed through their lips, into Mu Qingge’s mouth, letting her taste the flavor of wine.

When the entire batch of wine had entered Mu Qingge’s mouth, Si Mo showed a smug smile. "Here there’s no wine vessel, so you must endure."

Mu Qingge’s cheeks blazed like fire, her clear eyes, whether transformed by the wine or the man’s words, turned into autumn water, shy and charming.

She raised a brow, also took a sip of wine, then grabbed Si Mo’s collar fiercely, pulling his body backward. She held Si Mo’s shoulder with one hand, his waist with the other, and leaned down to capture the man’s lips, transferring the wine back to his mouth.

Si Mo’s amber eyes brimmed with delight, enjoying Mu Qingge’s unrestrained mischief.

Once the wine had all entered Si Mo’s mouth, Mu Qingge left those lips she’d ravaged, laughing wildly, "Returning the favor."

A phrase well said—returning the favor!

Si Mo chuckled inwardly, standing upright, pulling Mu Qingge into his embrace, and lowered his head to capture her lips, embarking on a fervent conquest.

Mu Qingge’s eyes widened with unyielding retaliation.

In their passion, both fell onto the ground, into a thick layer of scattered petals.

The petals lifted up, flying in the air.

Unwilling to admit defeat, their figures entangled, constantly rolling on the ground, with each roll stirring countless flying petals, the scene was stunningly beautiful, yet quite enchanting.

The two, caught up in their struggle for dominance, failed to notice they were gradually rolling toward the hot spring.

Splash—!

Unprepared, both of them plunged directly into the hot spring, sinking to the bottom.

Even so, their lips did not part. As they sank into the spring water, both paused for a moment before exchanging a knowing smile.

Their robes and long hair billowed in the water, floating freely.

Mu Qingge’s eyes glinted with slyness as her hand grasped Si Mo’s belt. With a firm tug, the belt came off effortlessly, causing Si Mo’s robe to fall open, revealing his delicately defined collarbone and perfect chest line.

Mu Qingge’s actions greatly emboldened Si Mo.

He also grabbed Mu Qingge’s belt and, with a gentle pull, freed it, causing her robe to fall loose as well. His large hand swift and sure slipped inside her collar, enveloping her with an irresistible touch.

The fall of the fortress led Mu Qingge to commence her counterattack.

The two were entwined from the water to the surface, bursting out into the open air with their clothing in disarray, filled with allure. Both Mu Qingge and Si Mo found their soaked clothes clinging to their bodies, highlighting their flawless figures.

In the hot spring, they embraced and kissed, the sultry atmosphere spreading throughout the spring and into the forest...

...

Morning dawned with a thin mist, and the sky above Insect Abyss was always shrouded in a thin layer of yellow fog that dampened one’s spirits.

Tong Teng pushed open the door, intending to stretch and bask in the sunlight.

But upon seeing the yellow mist, he instantly lost interest. He turned to look at Mu Qingge inside the room and noticed a faint weariness between her brows.

"Boss, did you not sleep well last night?" Tong Teng asked with concern.

Mu Qingge’s mouth twitched, internally lamenting, ’Damn it! That bastard doesn’t know any restraint! Must be because he hasn’t indulged in years!’

"I’m fine." Mu Qingge replied to Tong Teng indifferently. She completely forgot how vigorous she was yesterday, eager to drain Si Mo dry.

Ahem...

Mu Qingge’s response made Tong Teng nod, and he didn’t delve into the matter further. "I must say, last night’s rest was quite good."

Mu Qingge internally scoffed, ’Of course, it was good. The entire Gugu Tribe was controlled by Si Mo; other than sleeping, they could do nothing.’

As she stepped out of the room, Mu Qingge’s demeanor returned to normal. The weariness between her brows vanished without a trace.

Once gathered with the others, they headed out toward the outskirts of the Gugu Tribe.

The eight members of the Divine Clan arrived outside the Gugu Tribe, where Feng Tu and the members of the Conghui Tribe were waiting. Seeing the eight from the Divine Clan approach, Feng Tu smiled, his posture erect with the presence of a Clan Leader.

"Hehe, did you rest well?" Feng Tu inquired.

Li Chao returned the smile, nodding at him, "Thank you, Clan Leader, for your hospitality. We rested very well."

Feng Tu felt exceptionally pleased by these words, unconsciously lifting his chin a bit higher, his rounded belly protruding even more.

At this moment, more individuals approached.

Before seeing the figures clearly, both Feng Tu and Li Chao’s expressions changed, becoming tense.

The crowd watched where they came from and saw eight members of the Demon Clan approaching. Naturally, Si Mo led them, his demeanor more cheerful than the day before, his brows and mouth curled into a lively expression.

Gu Ya and Gu Ye had already noticed his good mood, and upon seeing that hidden trace of gloom between Mu Qingge’s brows, their minds stirred slightly, realizing what had transpired.

Both Feng Tu and Li Chao were momentarily taken aback upon seeing Si Mo, finding his change somewhat puzzling.

Only Mu Qingge, with eyes clear and transparent, gazed at Si Mo with a face full of resentment, her look filled with animosity.

"Boss, what’s wrong?" Tong Teng noticed Mu Qingge’s expression and promptly asked.

Mu Qingge reined in her emotions and said calmly, "It’s nothing."

Upon seeing she truly seemed fine, Tong Teng stopped his inquiry.

"Sir, you’re here." Before Si Mo, Feng Tu’s previous proud demeanor in front of Li Chao vanished, replaced with a flattering smile.

Li Chao coldly watched his attitude, internally scoffing in contempt.

Zhuang Shan stood beside him and muttered lowly, "The Insect Clan informed us about the Exotic Treasure to prevent the Demon Clan from monopolizing it. Seeing them now, their previous plans seem wasted."

Li Chao sneered, "It seems the Demon Clan sent someone who scared him this time. We need not concern ourselves; since we know about it, the Demon Clan won’t succeed."

Their gazes intertwined, resolutely deciding, then casually looking away.

"Mm." Si Mo was in a decent mood and graciously responded to Feng Tu’s fawning tone.

Yet, after Si Mo’s response, Feng Tu felt awkwardly unsure how to proceed, hesitating before awkwardly laughing, "Since everyone’s here, let’s set off."

Demon Clan, Divine Clan, Insect Clan, totaling thirty-two people, set out from the Gugu Tribe heading toward the depths of Insect Abyss.

During the journey, Lingling frequently glanced curiously at Mu Qingge and Si Mo, still dwelling on Mu Qingge’s appearance. But even after much consideration, she found no answers.

"Strange, is he truly a male? Could it just be someone who resembles him?" Lingling couldn’t help but mutter.

"Lingling." The elder warned her.

Lingling stuck out her tongue and moved beside the elder, clutching his arm.

After Si Mo appeared, he didn’t spare her a glance, likely having forgotten her long ago. Naturally, she dared not approach Si Mo, nor did she dare speak to Mu Qingge.

Fortunately, the name Mu Qingge was never called out, and Zhuang Shan and others referred to her merely as ’Third Brother.’ Mentioning Mu Qingge’s name, which Lingling knew, might alarm the young girl excessively.

To ensure Mu Qingge’s safety on the Divine Land, Si Mo might have to adopt some unavoidable measures.

’Little Ge’er, do you want the Exotic Treasure this time?’

On the road ahead, Mu Qingge suddenly received a message. She looked up, noticing everyone carefully moving, paying her no attention.

She felt helpless; this man was truly bold to speak with her so freely.

’That’s something I should ask you.’ She responded irritably.

Yet, in her mind, Si Mo’s laughter echoed. ’If Little Ge’er wants it, I’ll snatch it for you, how about that?’

She rolled her eyes; she didn’t know what it was, so how could she want it?

However, what Si Mo said next startled her. ’The Exotic Treasure was prepared for you, Little Ge’er!’