The Prince's Fierce Pain: Hilarious Little Evil Consort

Chapter 1: Conflict, Cruelty 1

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The autumn night was slightly cool, the firmament dark and black.

A million li of southeastern mountain ranges undulated, connecting heaven and earth. Several peaks towered into the clouds.

Among them lay a deep mountain, shrouded in a thin white mist.

At the mountain's waist, amid clustered rocks, there was a natural small waterfall.

By the cool water's edge stood a white-clad youth, ethereal as an immortal. Between his fair, slender fingers he held a jade-green long xiao flute. At this moment, a figure appeared out of thin air, kneeling behind the white-clad youth, and said respectfully: "Master, this subordinate has already inspected the area. You may bathe without worry."

"Mm, withdraw." The youth waved his hand lightly.

The person kneeling on the ground immediately vanished without a trace.

After a while, the youth unhurriedly untied his belt. The white robes fell piece by piece, and in mere moments, his naked body was revealed. It was a form of exceedingly perfect proportions—one would be hard-pressed to find its equal under heaven... Holding the long xiao, he stepped into the water one step at a time.

Though his movements were simple, they could not conceal the noble bearing that permeated his entire being.

Suddenly.

The youth's rippling eyes narrowed slightly, killing intent surging beneath the surface. The jade-green xiao in his hand swept fiercely toward the center of the spring!

In an instant, water sprayed throughout the sky, like a bewitching white lotus blooming instantaneously beneath the moonlight.

What followed was a strange sight—a small figure shot out from the water like a ghost, tracing a perfect arc through the air before landing lightly on a protruding rock in the spring. Upon closer look, it was a little girl wearing a coarse hemp tunic.

The youth's indifferent voice carried a trace of surprise: "An assassin? At such a young age?"

The little girl's body was slight, her cheeks gaunt and sallow, as if she had escaped from a refugee camp.

The only noteworthy feature was her head of snow-white long hair, soft as silk. Having just emerged from the water, not a single droplet clung to it. However, the first impression she gave was very strange—she stared straight and unblinkingly at the youth's naked body and a certain part between his legs. Then, in a voice still carrying childish innocence, she asked a question that would infuriate anyone to death

"Big brother, does your... little pee-pee have a tongue?"

The youth's face darkened: "Want to know? Come closer and find out."

"Tha—" Before she could finish her sentence, her ankle was suddenly caught by a force that dragged her forcibly into the water. Her dark eyes turned cold, and her small palm swiftly swept through the water. Mist instantly condensed into a blade of ice thin as a cicada's wing, shooting straight for the youth's face in a surprise attack!

If it struck, the youth would be disfigured even if he didn't die.

But in the next instant, the ice blade passed through the youth's body like a mirage, eerily and without effect.

The youth himself remained completely unharmed!

Clearly, the youth had used a bizarre movement technique to dodge the ice blade—so fast the naked eye couldn't follow, even leaving behind an afterimage.

The little girl was greatly shocked! This moment of shock cost her the initiative.

In the snap of a finger, the youth seized her wrist.

The youth's slow, emotionless tone rang by her ear: "So young, yet you understand these things? Still a virgin... let big brother check." As he spoke, his large hand pressed against her waist, pulling her small body against his chest. His five fingers began to roam wantonly over her.

"Damn, pervert!" The little girl's expression changed. "I'm still this small! You wouldn't be this bestial, would you?!"

"Bestial? Didn't you already know what a little pee-pee is?"

"..." The little girl, Helan Jiu, froze, her expression wooden.

Can one not survive their own making? Earlier it was purely a slip of the tongue, just a moment of quick wit to tease him.

Today, won't I capsize in the gutter?!

To hell with that neighbor next door...