"Whoosh!"
A figure shot out, crashing into the ruins—it was the old servant, fiercely protective of his master.
Facing the "beast" that had charged after knocking the old servant away, a trace of confusion lingered in her eyes. After all, this "beast" undeniably possessed the aura of her husband, Li Zhiyu, making her feel an irresistible connection.
However, she quickly regained her senses. This person was clearly not Zhiyu; he meant no good. She couldn't let him get close. Although she wasn't skilled in close combat, and her usual spirit-controlling servant wasn't around, she wasn't without means to deal with this rampaging "beast."
You see, the art of spirit control wasn't actually a very profound spell. The old monster Jiang Hua, who taught her, had only used it to deceive the little girl; he had no intention of using it to threaten her.
But as he held the little girl's lamb-like body, savoring her smooth, delicate form from head to toe with his lips and tongue, he could never have imagined that this little girl, now held in his arms, weakly writhing under his wolfish kisses, would become the "Queen of the Demon City," a figure he both coveted and feared, through magic he looked down upon.
The key to this was not only the unique nature of her pure Yin body—the extremely Yin constitution greatly aided in controlling alchemy-level "old ghosts" like the old servant who clung to life through corpse liberation—but also because Jiang Yingji was not only a "Mystic Maiden," but also an extraordinary "Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden." Her past passionate encounters with her husband, Li Zhiyu, had also nurtured a trace of unusual pure Yang power within her.
The truth is that a single yang cannot grow, nor can a single yin give birth. When pure yin and pure yang bodies deeply merge, like a yin-yang symbol, each gives rise to a different colored point.
They are intertwined, each containing the other, achieving a state of yin-yang harmony.
This is why a pure yang body, upon receiving the primordial yin of a pure yin body, can soar to great heights. It is also why Jiang Yingji can manipulate so many "old ghosts" with ease using her spirit-controlling techniques, without any backlash.
Although she hasn't reached the pinnacle like her husband Zhiyu, she shares the same essence as him.
And she is extremely intelligent, quick to draw inferences, and besides spirit control, Jiang Yingji is adept at all other manipulation techniques.
She can even turn those below level 4 into puppets, their lives entirely in her hands—this is the true, chilling Queen of the Demon City.
A pair of elegant high heels with openwork uppers, soft leather covering only the heel and toe, accentuated her curves. Her slender, fair feet moved gracefully, with an elegance that carried a unique rhythm.
This was the so-called "stepping the heavens and earth" technique. A long, slender arm, sculpted like ice and snow, rose and pointed lightly into the air.
The charging "beast" suddenly seemed to lose its way. It charged wildly, but seemed to have entered a winding dead end, unable to find its true direction. It circled Jiang Yingji, but couldn't even touch a hem of her clothing.
After one futile charge, the "beast" seemed to realize something. It lay dormant for a moment, then closed its eyes and tilted its head back, sniffing the air.
Its five senses were now guided by Jiang Yingji. Although not exactly a puppet, it was like a wild beast being led by the nose. But precisely because it was a "beast," Tang Lin quickly found a loophole with its animalistic instincts.
Especially now, his body had become, in a sense, a substitute for Li Zhiyu. Although unsustainable, at least for now, like Luo Shaowen, he could be considered a pseudo-pure yang body.
His powerful physique, combined with his beastly instincts, made Tang Lin more agile than a real wild animal.
His keen sense of smell detected a faint, sweet, and refreshing fragrance in the air, like the nectar of night-blooming jasmine, drifting in like a firefly. Even a trace of it was incredibly soothing and refreshing.
It was Jiang Yingji's natural and unique body fragrance. Although the scent was faint and distant, Tang Lin's powerful animalistic intuition still pinpointed its location.
Tang Lin abruptly turned around, pushed off with his feet, and charged towards Jiang Yingji like a cannonball.
"Ah!"
Unexpectedly, Tang Lin, who had been running around like a headless fly just a moment ago, charged straight at her. In the blink of an eye, a gust of wind was upon her, almost touching her face. Fortunately, Jiang Yingji's reaction speed was not slow. During her loving days with her husband, she couldn't possibly be completely detached from martial arts.
In fact, with a husband who was a martial arts god, Jiang Yingji's martial arts skills were not bad. Li Zhiyu had even created a unique fighting style for her that could utilize her strengths, and mental power could, to some extent, replace internal energy.
So, in this critical moment, she used the momentum of the attack to retreat, slightly to the side, and simultaneously used her mental power to suddenly leap up and spin backward, barely managing to dodge the attack.
However, her full, firm breasts jiggled incessantly, especially when she leaped high into the air during her spin, like two bell-shaped water bags filled with milk. The centrifugal force pushed the weight of her breasts against her front.
The sheer, subtly patterned front of her dress accentuated two enormous breasts, the silk satin stretched taut and glossy black, almost completely encasing two full, rounded mounds, like ripe bamboo shoots, bulging as if about to burst. The area between the breasts was the most precarious, deeply taut, the silk showing signs of loosening.
If the Queen of Shanghai were wearing a strapless evening gown instead of a long, cheongsam-style silk dress, her breasts would likely have immediately sprung out, elongating into rounded, oval bell shapes, creating astonishing waves of flesh that bounced and swayed.
Even so, when the breasts bounced back and bounced again, a tearing sound was heard. The silk between her breasts finally gave way, tearing open a long slit, revealing dazzling white flesh. The breasts swayed violently, rippling with astonishing waves of white flesh.
"Hah!"
Tang Lin missed his target, roared, and landed on all fours, then sprang up again, lunging at Jiang Yingji who had just regained her footing.
In desperation, she bit her cherry lips, and with a turn, one long leg braced itself, her upper body leaning to the side. From beneath her parted skirt, a beautiful, snow-white, shapely leg peeked out, aiming a kick at Tang Lin's eyes.
This position was practically a sideways hip-opening stance, revealing everything beneath her skirt. Her panties had already been consigned to An Ping's pocket as a "collection" on the way to the resort hotel, and besides, they were too wet to wear.
If she were to wear anything, it would only be her beaded panties, and thus—
Two round, full buttocks were exposed beneath her skirt. The large movement stretched her legs almost into a straight line, perfectly showcasing the graceful curves and slender lines of her hips and legs.
Her thighs were sharply defined, both plump and luscious, yet clean and crisp, without any excess. From her lower abdomen to her inner thighs, her genitals were flawless, as white as the surrounding skin. The movement parted her full, swollen labia majora, revealing a glimpse of pale pink flesh. Her vulva was incredibly moist, glistening with moisture, and the labia themselves were smooth as if soaked in oil, shimmering with a crystalline sheen.
But Tang Lin couldn't appreciate this sight. The long, white legs, carrying a faint, alluring fragrance, and a hint of orchid-like musk from her hips, a rich, sweet scent wafted over him. The elegantly shaped high heels and their pointed stilettos were rapidly magnifying in his eyes!