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CBGC - ch116.2
🕑 Added 2023-06-21 03:12:31 +0000 UTC2/3
In the forest, Zhang Zhizi has somewhat of a deranged expression on his face.
The brush in his hand is the Bone Brush, which appears once this Beauty Scroll has recognized an owner. Drawing a tiger, a skin, or the difficult detail of bones, this Bone Brush can draw all living things in lifelike detail.
The head of this Bone Brush is made of Spirit Beast fur, but with strands of a woman’s hair mixed among them. The rounded tip is sharp, neatly trimmed, and quite flexible. The handle of the brush is made of animal bone, which is bright white like jade, but emits a faint green light.
"Sister Mei, you are so beautiful. In my heart, you are more beautiful than all the Beauties in the painting." Zhang Zhizi unties the knot of the silk ribbon, and slowly unrolls the scroll. The first woman appears, clad in white and holding a feather fan. She slowly fans herself, her lips slightly parting. She teases lightly, "Young master, when you pressed this humble servant down last night, you kept saying that I was the most beautiful. It's only been one night, and you’ve already turned your face elsewhere so heartlessly."
In the painting, this woman in white initially had a light smile and, at first glance, there’s a touch of innocence between her brows. But now, her smile is beguiling, and every move is seductive. She was originally wearing a white dress with a corset, but now the neckline of the dress is much lower, revealing the outline of her lovely chest— fair and full, and looking like they would pop out at any moment.
Zhang Zhizi ignores her and shakes the scroll. The image of the woman in white falls to the ground, and the rest of the beauties appear one by one. Originally, the seven beauties had filled the entire scroll, but now, there is one vacant spot after the last beauty.
The white-clad woman pouts playfully and says, "Oh, I like my master heartless and without morals."
Vicious and merciless, a complete lack of conscience and morality, a heart filled only with resentment and a desire to destroy everything— only this kind of man can provide her with sustenance.
"This little girl is actually really pretty, but her cultivation is so low that Bone Brush might not recognize her," the woman in white says. She then slowly lifts the fallen scroll into the air, and the whole person leaves the scroll, except for her feet that are still in it. She materializes outside the scroll like a real person, and stands behind Zhang Zhizi. She presses her body against his back, and her arms wrap around him like a water snake. "Little Master, this woman's cultivation is not enough to enter the Beauty Scroll, so don't waste your energy on her. Just play with her."
She rubs her soft chest against Zhang Zhizi's back, but he himself is unusually resolute at this moment, not paying her any attention at all.
For Zhang Zhizi, Li Xinmei is a thorn in his heart that he can never remove. She had once cared for him, but had also looked down on him from up high and severed his hopes. He hates her, but he has always remembered that she had been good to him. More than that, he remembers how she had fascinated him when she stood on that stage.
More than once, Zhang Zhizi has fantasized that once he advances his cultivation, he would appear before Li Xinmei again to ruthlessly ridicule and humiliate her. But as this day has finally arrived, he finds that Li Xinmei has blossomed so beautifully. Her weak countenance is so lovely and pitiful, like a flower ravaged by the wind. He really can’t resist possessing her.
Only by putting her in the scroll could he fully possess her, both body and mind. By then, Li Xinmei can only submit to him. With him as the master, she can only be the servant.
He infuses spiritual energy into the Bone Brush, and the faint green light on it becomes even deeper.
He brushes the tool over Li Xinmei's forehead, eyes, and down the contours of her cheek. As the brush touches her lips, he feels the body that’s pressed tightly against his back. Looking at the tempting lips before him, Zhang Zhizi's mind jolts, and he repeatedly swipes the brush over Li Xinmei's lips before leaning down and kissing her.
