Chapter 8: 第008章：谁才好欺负（1）

Chapter 008: Who's the Easy Target? (1)

Xue Qingcheng also saw the shadow on the bluestone beneath the scorching sun. The anger in her beautiful eyes surged violently, churning fiercely. Her gaze was filled with vicious malice as she roared, "Xue Linglong, you wretched little slut, you're actually still alive."

Xue Qingcheng hated her most of all. She had thought this little slut was dead—dead would have been a relief, leaving her brilliant future unobstructed. Just now, she had clearly determined this slut had no breath left. Damn it, this slut's life was surprisingly tenacious. But moments ago, that ice-cold body had suddenly shot upright with alarming speed. For a moment, they thought it was a corpse reanimating. That was why they were scared out of their wits, trembling with fear.

The more Xue Qingcheng thought about it, the angrier she became; the angrier, the more hateful. Her exquisite face was twisted with ferocity. The current Xue Qingcheng resembled a female yaksha. She shouted angrily, "Someone! Come serve this slut well. If she dares fight back, if she dares scare people—teach her a lesson."

The servants who had been trembling on the ground heard this. So the Third Miss wasn't a ghost after all. They had feared she'd turned into a vengeful spirit, but now those originally deathly pale faces flushed with surging rage. When had such a good-for-nothing miss dared to act so arrogantly? Upon receiving the Second Miss's command, they quickly rose, their eyes gleaming with vicious lechery as they closed in on Xue Linglong.

Xue Linglong was currently soaked through, her clothes clinging to her body, revealing her slender yet delicate figure in full view before everyone. Those servants' eyes glinted with lewd light, drool practically dripping from the corners of their mouths.

Despite her bedraggled state, Xue Linglong's entire being was ice-cold and bloodthirsty. Her gaze was sharp as the ice atop a snow-capped mountain, emanating a piercing chill. She swept her eyes over those servants with their lecherous gazes, slowly advancing, a cold, domineering arc hooking her lips, tinged with mockery. These people really think she's still the same Xue Linglong from before? Bully her? Want to molest her? Good. She'd show them who the easy target is.

Those servants' gazes grew increasingly greedy, increasingly obscene. One had to know—Xue Linglong wearing only a dudou, her body emitting waves of feminine fragrance, had long since set their hearts racing like monkeys, minds galloping like horses. They couldn't wait to pounce on her, pin her to the ground, and grind her ruthlessly into their bodies.

Xue Linglong stood there, her gaze lowering slightly, as if she hadn't seen their approach, hadn't felt their greedy, obscene stares. She seemed frozen in fright. Only the surrounding aura remained cold and ghostly, lingering. But these people were blinded by lust—where would they find the awareness to sense this woman's strangeness?

The servants swarmed forward. The silently unmoving Xue Linglong's smile grew even colder. A flash of frigid light crossed her eyes. Good. She'd like to see—whether they could defile her, or she'd make their balls ache, severing their connection to their crotches forever.

Just as these men closed in, Xue Linglong suddenly lifted her long leg, spinning a vicious, lightning-fast circle. The speed was astonishing, like lightning flashing past. Then came scream after scream—cries not yet fully expelled before Xue Linglong's long leg swept out again in rapid succession. Only "thud thud thud" sounds rang out continuously, several bodies exploding into the lake water, sending up high sprays of water.