Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 235 – How Many People Ask Me to Step on Them

BOOM—!

Another earth-shattering boom came from behind.

Even the luxurious, shock-absorbing carriage jolted violently from the terrifying aftershock.

Lin Fan was thrown from the soft cushions, her head nearly hitting the roof.

“Tsk.”

She steadied herself and flopped back onto the soft couch. Her long legs, clad in black stockings, were casually propped on the seat opposite, just a few centimeters from Long Yan’s thigh.

“This old geezer really has a temper.”

Lin Fan tilted her head to look at the black-and-red-stained sky outside the window, a flicker of imperceptible gloom crossing her golden eyes.

Long Jingtian’s strength was a notch higher than she had estimated.

He was a genuine level eight.

If even the slightest thing had gone wrong with the “framing” part of the plan, she and Long Yan would probably have been ground to dust by now.

“What are you worried about?”

Long Yan sat opposite her, his body swaying slightly with the carriage’s movement. His golden, vertical pupils watched Lin Fan calmly.

Although this woman was usually crazy and rarely spoke a word of truth, he could feel that in that brief moment, her emotions had wavered.

“Worried?”

Lin Fan retracted her gaze, twirling the golden braid on her chest with a finger. A self-deprecating smile touched her lips.

“Of course I’m worried.”

“Brother Long Yan, do you know where the biggest flaw in this scheme lies?”

Long Yan shook his head.

In his eyes, everything had been seamless.

“The corpse.”

Lin Fan held up a slender finger and wagged it in the air.

“The fatal wound on Long Jingyun was made by my Dragon Claws.”

“Although my father burned the body to a crisp…”

“But…”

Lin Fan paused, her eyes turning cold.

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“The perception of a level-eight powerhouse is terrifying.”

“If that old lunatic Long Jingtian really analyzes the residual energy fluctuations in the wound carefully…”

“He’ll discover that the shape of the piercing wound was caused by a sharp weapon stabbing through in an instant, not by a demon dragon’s bite or Dragon Breath.”

She didn’t continue, merely giving Long Yan a meaningful look.

Long Yan fell silent.

He understood Lin Fan’s meaning.

If they were found out, the whole act would be a complete failure.

And then, to face a crazed level-eight powerhouse…

The consequences would be unimaginable.

“So,” Lin Fan suddenly sighed, the gloom on her face swept away and replaced by a pouting expression. “That level-eight demon dragon had better pull its weight.”

“It should smash that old geezer’s brains out so he doesn’t have time to study that rotten flesh.”

As she spoke, as if to vent her frustration, she lifted her black-stockinged feet and stomped firmly on Long Yan’s leg.

Thump.

The stomp wasn’t forceful, but it was extremely insulting.

The black stockings rustled softly as they rubbed against Long Yan’s newly changed black trousers.

Long Yan’s brow instantly furrowed.

He extended two fingers, precisely pinching the tip of Lin Fan’s foot. As if pinching something dirty, he disdainfully moved her foot off his leg.

Then, he even made a show of patting away the non-existent dust on his trousers.

“Don’t get them dirty.”

Long Yan’s face was stern, his tone stiff.

“These are new clothes.”

Lin Fan was stunned.

She looked at her foot, which Long Yan had tossed back like a piece of trash, then at the look of disgust on his face.

A nameless fire shot through her.

Well, I’ll be.

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I put on an act and even killed someone to save you, daring to scheme against a level-eight powerhouse.

And now you think I’m dirty for stepping on you?

“Long Yan!”

Lin Fan sat up straight, her long golden hair trembling wildly with the movement.

“What do you mean?”

“Is Her Highness dirty?”

She pointed at her own shapely feet, wrapped in translucent black stockings, her voice rising an octave.

“Do you know how many people in Border Dragon City beg me to step on them?”

“And you? You’re disgusted?”

Long Yan looked at her expressionlessly, as if looking at an unreasonable child.

“That’s because there’s something wrong with them,” he replied flatly.

“Besides, it is dirty.”

“You took off your shoes and stepped on the ground earlier.”

Lin Fan was speechless.

This conversation was impossible.

Was this straight-laced man born from a rock?

“I’m going to step on you anyway!”

Lin Fan’s mischievous streak flared up.

She refused to believe she couldn’t handle this block of wood.

She abruptly lifted her foot, this time aiming not for his thigh, but straight for Long Yan’s cold, handsome face.

The tip of her foot left an afterimage in the air.

“Her Highness commands you to smell it! Is it fragrant or not?”

Long Yan’s reaction was extremely fast.

Just as the foot was about to touch his nose, he tilted his head slightly and easily dodged it.

Then, he struck like lightning, grabbing Lin Fan’s ankle.

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His palm was broad and strong, calloused from years of battle, and it clamped down tightly on her slender ankle.

“Don’t mess around,” Long Yan’s voice was low, carrying a hint of warning. “I’m on alert.”

Lin Fan tried to pull her leg back, but it wouldn’t budge.

The guy’s grip was absurdly strong.

“Alert my ass!”

Lin Fan kicked out with her other foot.

“We’re in a carriage right now! Who are you on alert for, a ghost?”

Helpless, Long Yan could only let go with one hand to block her other foot.

In the cramped carriage, the two instantly began to scuffle.

It was less of a fight and more of a one-sided “harassment” from Lin Fan, with Long Yan on a clumsy “defense.”

“Aiya! You dare grab the sole of my foot!”

“I didn’t.”

“You did! You pervert!”

“…You rubbed it against me yourself.”

“I’m not listening! You’re just trying to take advantage of Her Highness!”

As Lin Fan yelped, she shoved her feet into Long Yan’s arms.

Long Yan was forced back until he was pressed against the carriage wall, his hands desperately fending off Lin Fan’s assault. A rare trace of panic and a blush appeared on his cold face.

He had never been afraid when facing thousands of troops.

He dared to draw his sword even against the Pureblood Dragon Clan.

But against these omnipresent, black-stockinged feet, he was truly at a loss.

He couldn’t hit her, and he couldn’t out-argue her.

The key was…

This woman was now his “fiancée” in name, and more importantly, Ning Shuang’s sister.

This relationship tied his hands, leaving him completely unable to act freely.

“Enough!”

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Long Yan finally couldn’t take it anymore and let out a low shout.

He exerted his strength, pinning both of Lin Fan’s feet to the seat cushion, then quickly retreated, shrinking into the farthest corner of the carriage.

“If you keep this up, I’m getting out and walking.”

His face was dark, his chest heaving.

Seeing his on-high-alert appearance, Lin Fan couldn’t help but burst out laughing with a “pfft.”

She retracted her feet, sat cross-legged again, and straightened her slightly disheveled skirt.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing you.”

“You’re no fun.”

She leaned against the window, a playful smile on her lips as she watched the scenery fly by.

“But, Brother Long Yan.”

“Why were you blushing just now?”

“Did you discover… that it actually felt pretty good?”

Long Yan turned his head to the other side, staring at the patterns on the carriage wall as if some peerless martial arts manual was carved there.

“Shut up.”

Lin Fan shrugged and said no more.

The carriage sped across the wilderness, its wheels rumbling, leaving the swamp filled with death and danger far behind.

Ahead…

Was Azurewood City.

It was also the starting point where she would truly begin to build her power and launch her counterattack against the Dragon Clan.

Lin Fan closed her eyes, the grand blueprint of her plan appearing in her mind.

“There are still too few… excellent-grade Skins.”

She muttered to herself.

Since I’m going to Azurewood City…

I might as well clear out the “inventory” there.