The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 191: Huo Lingxue a demonic Beast?

"Grrrr…"

The lynx twitched, its body tensing as its eyes fluttered open.

Two figures stood before her.

Su Xiaobai, smirking like a bastard who'd just won a free meal.

Zhu Qing, arms folded, watching like she was judging a bad life decision.

All the fur on the lynx's body bristled.

"Hisssss!"

With a sharp intake of breath, she flipped onto all fours, her sleek form arching as claws dug into the stone floor.

Su Xiaobai grinned, tilting his head. "Well, well… Miss Huo Lingxue. To what do I owe the pleasure? Did you really just barge into my quarters to assassinate me?"

His voice filled with amusement.

His eyes, however, gleamed with something else.

This was too good.

So good he forgot about the weird egg he had placed to the side.

Zhu Qing, still catching up, blinked. "… this thing is Huo Lingxue?"

But the lynx had no time to answer.

Her body tensed, muscles coiling, and in a flash—she lunged.

A blur of snowy white fur streaked toward Su Xiaobai, the runes along her body flaring in a dazzling light.

If he were alone, that might have been a problem.

Unfortunately for her—

Zhu Qing existed.

Kacha—!

A crack echoed through the cave.

Before the lynx could so much as get close, a slender hand shot out, catching her throat mid-air.

The lynx froze.

Zhu Qing's eyes narrowed, fingers tightening just enough to make her dominance very clear.

"… is it really you?" she murmured, tilting her head.

A sudden force pressed down upon the lynx—a powerful soul consciousness invading without mercy.

Huo Lingxue's body stiffened.

For the first time in her life—

She felt powerless.

Zhu Qing's lips curled in amusement. "So, the woman who fought Su Xiaobai was actually a demonic beast?"

A chuckle escaped her.

"What a disgrace."

BAM!

With the grace of a queen disposing of trash, Zhu Qing flung the lynx straight into Su Xiaobai's jade bed.

"Ghg!" A muffled groan. A ripple of spiritual energy.

And suddenly—

Huo Lingxue was no longer a lynx.

She was back in her human form.

Naked.

Dripping wet from the mist of her transformation.

Her flawless, creamy skin glowed under the evening light, smooth and soft like the finest immortal jade. Her long legs were clenched tightly together, her slender hands barely managing to cover the twin peaks of heaven, their snowy perfection jiggling slightly with every sharp breath she took.

It was the kind of sight that could make emperors renounce their thrones and monks break their vows.

Zhu Qing's face twitched instantly.

Su Xiaobai?

He did what any self-respecting man in his position would do.

He leaned back, crossed his arms, and took it all in with the calm appreciation of a scholar analyzing great works of art.

"…Well," he drawled lazily. "This took an unexpectedly delightful turn."

Huo Lingxue, shaking with barely contained rage and humiliation, ignored Zhu Qing completely and turned her sharp, murderous gaze on him.

"Su Xiaobai," she hissed, her voice trembling between anger and desperation. "I need to talk to you. Alone."

Su Xiaobai arched a brow. "Alone? You're lying there butt-naked, and your priority is a private conversation?"

Huo Lingxue flinched, her cheeks burning red. She bit her lip—too hard—drawing a thin drop of blood that slid down her chin like a sinful temptation.

Su Xiaobai's smirk deepened. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were offering something."

Huo Lingxue's entire body tensed. "SHUT UP!"

She frantically glanced around for something—anything—to cover herself. There was nothing. Not even a scrap of cloth. Her eyes darted to Su Xiaobai's robes.

He smirked knowingly. "Need help?"

Zhu Qing suddenly stepped forward. "Don't you—"

Su Xiaobai chuckled, holding up his hands. "Hey, hey, I was just about to be a gentleman and offer my robe."

Zhu Qing snorted. "You? A gentleman? You were two seconds away from demanding she pay for rent."

"…And what if I was?"

Huo Lingxue trembled with fury, but she knew she had no leverage here. She was completely vulnerable. She gritted her teeth and forced the words out.

"I won't kill you. I just… need to talk."

Su Xiaobai stroked his chin, pretending to think. "Hmm. A naked beauty, drenched in sweat, asking to be alone with me. Sounds an awful lot like a setup, don't you think?"

Huo Lingxue's hands twitched as if she wanted to strangle him, but doing so in her current state would just make things worse.

Su Xiaobai sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine. Qingqing, go wait outside."

Zhu Qing scoffed. "Oh? And let her ride you into an early grave? No thanks."

Su Xiaobai's smirk grew. "You jealous?"

Zhu Qing's eye twitched. "Jealous? Of this?" She gestured at Huo Lingxue's curvaceous body, looking utterly unimpressed. "I've better."

Su Xiaobai chuckled. "Ah, so you have been looking."

Zhu Qing turned away before he could see her ears turning pink. "You're both shameless."

Su Xiaobai's grin stretched wider, filled with nothing but shameless amusement.

"Please seal her strength before leaving," he said, voice filled with ease.

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He wasn't stupid.

Huo Lingxue? This walking disaster of a woman? Of course she was going to attack him the moment Zhu Qing left. And truthfully, he had planned to drag Zhu Qing with him back to Huo Lingxue's quarters, but—

Who could have guessed?

This woman was already hunting him like a predator in heat.

Both of them, ah…

Always lusting for a man's body.

Zhu Qing gave him a dry look but didn't argue. She stepped forward and tapped Huo Lingxue's forehead with two fingers.

Buzz!

A wave of suppression rolled through the air, and instantly, Huo Lingxue's aura collapsed like a deflated balloon.

Her delicate face paled.

Zhu Qing, satisfied, straightened up—then, without hesitation, turned to Su Xiaobai and tossed out a casual line.

"I'll be at Mystic Peak tonight," she said, voice smooth, eyes flickering with intent. "If you're free, come find me. I have something to discuss with you."

She didn't even try to be subtle.

And then—

She threw him a look.

Not just any look.

A slow, meaningful gaze… and just before she walked out, a deliberate sway in her step.

Was she perking her buttocks on purpose?

Su Xiaobai's eyes narrowed slightly.

Zhu Qing—his cold, ruthless, ever-composed Peak Lord—was jealous?

Ha!

A low chuckle escaped him.

So, she really couldn't stand him being alone with Huo Lingxue, huh?

In the past, she never would've pulled something so petty. But now? Now she was making damn sure Huo Lingxue heard her invitation.

Announcing it out loud.

In front of her.

What a petty woman.

Su Xiaobai shook his head, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

As for that so-called discussion?

It was a side quest.

One he would get to later.

His attention drifted back to Huo Lingxue, who sat there—stiff, silent, looking like she was deeply regretting every life choice that led her to this moment.

After Zhu Qing disappeared, Su Xiaobai didn't hold back anymore.

With the ease of a man who had long abandoned shame, he made sure the door was locked—then, in one fluid motion, stripped off his clothes.

Huo Lingxue's once-cold face exploded into a deep crimson.

Her chest heaved, soft peaks bouncing with every breath as her trembling voice barely squeezed out—

"Y-Y-YOU… WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

Her horror-filled gaze locked onto the real calamity in the room.

Not Su Xiaobai.

But the ten-inch beast between his legs, standing tall and proud, twitching like it was about to cultivate its own path to immortality.

A scary hi.

"W-what the hell…" Huo Lingxue damn near fainted.

Su Xiaobai, meanwhile, just cocked his head, amused by her reaction.

What? A grand young mistress, scared of a little flesh weapon?

His eyes lazily traced her form.

That fiery red hair, cascading down her back like a waterfall of seduction. It reminded him of those wild redheads from his previous world—but let's be real, comparing them to this woman was like comparing a bowl of plain rice to a feast fit for immortals.

Simply not in the same league.

Huo Lingxue was too damn sexy.

An innocent, delicate face—yet sinful proportions.

Big, round, heaven-defying peaks, looking soft enough to smother a man to death.

A thin waist, curvy hips, long, thick legs that could squeeze the soul out of someone.

And those eyes… those damn soul-devouring eyes.

Su Xiaobai felt his own beast stirring restlessly.

He had no patience for foreplay.

"Whatever you want to say," he muttered, his voice husky, full of dangerous intent. "I'll give you two minutes."