Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 199 – These Feet, This Young Master Has Taken Over

In the depths of the Mist Forest.

Long Yan stood on the ravaged earth, his body radiating a golden light.

The venomous and terrified roar of the leopard clan assassin before his death still echoed in his ears.

“It was Lord Hu Lie of Azurewood City… He sent me to kill you…”

Hu Lie!

Long Yan’s fists clenched abruptly, his nails digging deep into his palms as golden blood dripped between his fingers.

He hated Hu Lie, but he hated himself even more.

If only he weren’t so weak… If only he were still the Level 6 peak genius he once was…

He wouldn’t have implicated Ning Shuang when facing Long Jingyun.

He wouldn’t have been like a useless piece of trash, only able to watch helplessly as she took that bizarre dagger through her body to protect him.

“Ning Shuang…”

Long Yan’s voice was hoarse, as if every word drained all the strength from his body.

He slowly raised his hand, looking at the golden Dragon Scales on his body that flowed with a sacred radiance.

The Ancient Divine Dragon Bloodline.

This was what Ning Shuang had traded her life for.

“Ah—!”

The pain, suppressed to its absolute limit, transformed into a heaven-shattering roar.

A terrifying Dragon might swept out in all directions with him at its center. Countless towering ancient trees snapped in half under this pressure, and all the Demonic Creatures within a radius of several miles prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling at the sound of the dragon’s cry.

“Hu Lie…”

A crazed flame burned in Long Yan’s crimson eyes.

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“You just wait… I’ll be coming for your worthless life soon enough!”

He had to advance to Level 7!

Only by reaching Level 7 would he be qualified to seek out Long Jingyun, to seek revenge on the entire Pureblood Dragon Clan!

And advancing to Level 7 required a massive amount of Spirit Energy.

At least ten or more Level 6 Crystals!

Long Yan stood up, his enormous golden dragon body blotting out the sky. He took a deep look in the direction of the blasted-apart cave, then turned with resolute determination and strode toward the deepest part of the Mist Forest—a forbidden zone that even Level 6 Demonic Beasts dared not tread.

…

On the main road to Border Dragon City, a massive carriage pulled by two magnificent dragon-steeds traveled steadily.

The interior of the carriage was the epitome of luxury.

The floor was carpeted with the soft fur of some unknown demonic beast, calming incense burned in a corner, and the very air was thick with the smell of money.

Long Jingyun leaned lazily against a soft couch, propping his chin with one hand while toying with a translucent Crystal in the other, a look of utter boredom on his face.

Opposite him, Lin Fan, dressed in the black and white maid outfit, sat bolt upright with her head lowered, perfectly still.

The wounds on her body had already scabbed over under the Dragon Clan’s powerful regenerative abilities.

But the crisscrossing scars, paired with the plain silk maid’s uniform, created a strangely broken beauty.

Lin Fan could feel the peculiar warm current of the “Tyranny” talent deep within her body, still stirring faintly due to the stinging pain of her wounds.

It was a sensation that made Lin Fan uncomfortable, yet one she couldn’t ignore.

She was reminded of a heartwarming life-simulation game she had played before the apocalypse.

The female protagonist in it, Sylvie, was also covered in scars, silent and withdrawn.

Except, this body of Long Xueqi’s was far more twisted than Sylvie’s.

It was a craving for pain that stemmed from the very depths of her soul.

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“What a troublesome body…” Lin Fan cursed inwardly.

She raised her eyes and shot a quick glance at Long Jingyun opposite her.

The man appeared lazy and casual, but Lin Fan could feel the faint, ever-present Level 7 pressure from him enveloping the entire carriage.

Especially that wisp of black mist that would occasionally coil around his fingertips.

Soul Devourer.

This bizarre energy made Lin Fan feel a deep-seated apprehension.

Once tainted by it, it would cling to you like a maggot on a bone, capable of directly eroding one’s life force.

Until she found a way to counter this power, she could not act rashly.

Moreover, she needed Long Jingyun as a stepping stone to get closer to the higher echelons of the Pureblood Dragon Clan.

Those powerful, noble, Pureblood Dragon Clan females… their Skins were essential for her to upgrade her Dragon Bloodline.

At this thought, Lin Fan suppressed the instinctive disgust she felt for this body, hiding all her emotions beneath a mask of indifference.

Just then, as if he had suddenly remembered something, Long Jingyun’s playful eyes fell on Lin Fan’s feet.

She sat very properly, her feet together, her small feet wrapped in white linen shoes.

“Come here,” Long Jingyun said suddenly. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a natural, commanding tone.

Lin Fan’s body stiffened, but she immediately stood up and walked to the front of the couch with her head lowered.

“Take off your shoes.”

Lin Fan’s breath caught for a moment.

She didn’t look up, merely bending down in silence to remove the pair of white shoes.

A pair of exquisitely shaped feet, wrapped in white cloth socks, appeared in Long Jingyun’s sight.

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A flash of satisfaction crossed Long Jingyun’s eyes.

He reached out, grasped Lin Fan’s ankle directly, and pulled her foot onto his lap.

“The socks, too.”

Lin Fan’s fingertips trembled slightly.

She could feel that Long Jingyun’s palm was warm and strong, like an iron clamp she couldn’t escape.

She could only obey, slowly peeling off the white cloth socks bit by bit.

A pair of flawless, jade-like feet were completely exposed to the air.

Unlike her scar-covered body, there wasn’t a single mark on her feet.

They were slender, with a graceful arch. Each toe was plump and lovely with a healthy pink hue, and the skin was so fair it seemed to glow.

These feet were so perfect they could even rival Lin Fan’s original body’s feet.

Long Jingyun’s breathing grew noticeably heavier.

He gazed at them obsessively, his eyes revealing a near-pathological fanaticism.

He extended a finger and gently, caressed the top of Lin Fan’s foot.

“The only presentable part of you is this pair of feet.”

As he spoke, he took out an exquisite small white jade bottle from his storage pouch.

He opened the stopper, and a strange, fresh fragrance instantly filled the air.

He poured some transparent liquid into his palm and then began to carefully apply it and massage Lin Fan’s feet.

His movements were gentle and meticulous, as if he were handling a priceless treasure.

Lin Fan kept her head down, watching this man intently playing with her feet, feeling waves of nausea.

A man who treated human life as worthless and took pleasure in torturing others was showing such extreme gentleness and care for a pair of feet.

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How ironic.

She endured the discomfort, letting him do as he pleased.

She could feel the cool liquid seeping into her skin, nourishing every inch of flesh and making the skin on her feet even more supple and smooth.

It seemed this was how Long Xueqi’s perfect feet were maintained.

“From now on, these feet,” Long Jingyun looked up at Lin Fan, a domineering smile gracing his lips, “no one is allowed to touch them but me. Understand?”

“Yes… Lord Jingyun,” Lin Fan answered in a low voice.

Long Jingyun nodded in satisfaction. After playing with them for a while longer, as if he had finally grown tired of it, he let go.

“Put them on.”

As if granted amnesty, Lin Fan quickly put on her socks and shoes, retreated to her original spot, and sat down again.

The carriage fell silent once more.

Long Jingyun leaned back on the couch, seeming a bit bored himself. He suddenly asked, “Xueqi, do you know why I am going to Border Dragon City this time?”

Lin Fan’s heart stirred, but her expression remained wooden as she shook her head.

“Heh,” Long Jingyun chuckled, a hint of showing off in his tone.

“That old fellow in Border Dragon City reported something interesting a while ago.”

“He said that the last time the Rift connecting to the other world over there opened, some reckless fool tried to force his way through to the other side.”

“Although he was only Level 6, his abilities were very strange.”

Long Jingyun paused, as if recalling the contents of the intelligence report.

“He could turn into a beam of light, was ridiculously fast, and could shoot beams of light from his hands that packed a decent punch.”

“They suspect he’s a spy sent from that world on the other side of the Rift, the one called ‘Blue Star’.”