The Charming Little Beauty is Being Targeted Again [Infinite]

The Widow in the Mansion 21

Yu Deng's thoughts were actually very simple: he just wanted these bad dogs to not only focus on kissing him but also remember to help him with the tasks.

But not long after he said this, Cheng Chaolin and Cheng Xiao seemed to receive some sort of signal and moved simultaneously.

Before taking action, the two briefly reached a consensus. They gathered a cluster of black mist to form a chair about two meters above the ground, then wrapped Yu Deng and placed him inside it.

Yu Deng's vision immediately elevated. "Hey, why are you lifting me up?"

Cheng Xiao tore off a piece of the black mist that was clinging to Yu Deng and draped his jacket over him.

The jacket, carrying a refreshing scent and body warmth, enveloped Yu Deng.

"I will win, I'll find a way..." Cheng Xiao swallowed the latter half of his sentence and quickly kissed Yu Deng on the lips.

He would find a way to get Yu Deng out of this dungeon.

Yu Deng raised his face, looking at Cheng Xiao in confusion, not understanding what he meant by finding a way.

In the desolate land shrouded in dense, gray fog, surrounded by eerie dangers, Yu Deng sat steadily in a safe corner, the only bright and beautiful color.

He looked like a captivating fairy born from the wasteland.

Cheng Xiao gazed at Yu Deng.

The pretty, naive young widow held a fatal attraction for anyone who coveted him.

The initial mockery and frivolity when he first met Yu Deng had, in just a few days, uncontrollably transformed into a deeper obsession.

Every smile and tear from Yu Deng, even his scolding, excited him..

The vicious dog had long been tamed and put on a leash. Cheng Xiao couldn't accept never seeing Yu Deng again.

So the first step was to get rid of this troublesome "father."

Yu Deng watched his young stepson leap lightly to the ground, hurriedly reaching out but failing to grab Cheng Xiao.

"Cheng Xiao..."

Cheng Chaolin looked down at the interaction between his adopted son and Yu Deng, clicked his tongue, and could no longer suppress his murderous intent.

The black mist extended a bit, firmly enclosing Yu Deng in the chair. The piece of mist that had been slapped away stubbornly floated back, slipping under Yu Deng's clothes to stick to him.

"Uh."

Yu Deng shivered from the cold, his soft waist shrinking back a bit. He wanted to avoid the black mist but forgot that the entire chair was made of black mist. Retreating meant actively falling into its embrace.

The black mist, representing Cheng Chaolin's will, clung to Yu Deng and twisted into a coil, quietly trying to pull off Yu Deng's jacket. It didn't just want to remove the jacket but other clothes as well.

Yu Deng quickly held down the black mist. "Don't move, I'll get cold."

The black mist obediently stopped, curling into a ball beside Yu Deng's hand, like a well-behaved little trinket.

The black mist was obedient in front of Yu Deng, but not in front of Cheng Xiao.

The two members of the Cheng family had already started fighting.

Their attacks brought whistling winds as they clashed.

Clang, clang.

Sharp knives met black mist, producing a metallic hum.