Hands, tongue.
Flora repeatedly recalled the techniques taught by the Enchanting Demon. She was a genius, learning anything in one go. Though inexperienced, she had already ingrained all these steps in her mind.
Five steps, six steps.
Her body temperature began to rise, even her cheeks turned somewhat red, as though having caught a fever; she wanted to turn back, but for her people, she could only proceed!
Seven steps, eight steps.
Flora's legs even began to tremble; to know, in the treacherous Abyss, she could walk on tiptoes for an entire day, but now just a few steps seemed to have exhausted all her strength, breath became heavy, and moisture gathered on her beast ears.
Nine steps, ten steps.
Her strength was completely depleted, almost collapsing, but fortunately, she was near Chen Feng's door, just needing to pass one more corner to see today's "sacrifice."
This was a crucial step.
This was not a time to hesitate. Flora clenched her fist, like cheering herself on, slowly walking towards the corner.
"Lulu..."
"Lululu..."
However, just as Flora neared the corner, a small figure first appeared in her view.
It was a curled-up figure, no more than one meter tall, a long cloak covering most of its body, revealing only a sweet face.
It seemed asleep, eyes tightly shut, even a faint snoring sound escaping its throat.
Seeing this figure, Flora's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
The plan needed adjusting, a new time had to be rescheduled.
Though unwilling, Flora had to choose to give up.
The Inferior Demon blocked her move.
This potential stock for godly blight had a near-obsessive reliance and safeguarding towards Chen Feng. Disrupting the master's sleep on a whim would be met with ruthless retaliation.
Flora did not want to, come morning, see her own remains displayed on the Inferior Demon's body by Chen Feng.
A pair of resentful eyes gazed toward the door.
The ascent to virtue is like climbing a mountain, but a fall to vice is like an avalanche.
The dark persona had already overwhelmed Flora's heart, but there was plenty of time for interactions, she could surely find a moment when the sacrifice was alone.
"There will be a chance…"
Flora consoled herself, then her delicate figure slowly vanished into the night.