The Anarchic Consort Novel - Chapter 837
Chapter 837: We’re Over
“Of course, I know. The game ends once you lose interest in it; that’s what you have said,” Phoenix stared at the man, her pretty eyes swirling but were also calm without a ripple.
The Emperor sneered with his face as black as thunder and fingers clenching her body. “A game? Lose interest? Then what are you interested in, the Bodhi right outside the door? Who do you think I am? Did you think I would allow you to come and go whenever you please? ”
“You can always take the initiative to break up, if you feel unhappy because I’m the one saying it,” Phoenix smiled, her lips curving up with a sense of paleness.
His fingers clenched even harder, as though he was about to crush her shoulders. Only his handsome smile remained unchanged, “Are you that desperate to break up with me?”
“It’s about time now, isn’t it?” Phoenix’s voice was placid, “You have been through many wars. You should have understood that things become boring as time goes by. ”
The Emperor curved up his lips, his deep voice was like the tranquility before a storm, “Apparently, I do not know that time makes things boring for you. Since we are breaking up, I have nothing to hold back.”
Rip!
Phoenix’s cassock was totally torn into pieces.
The man pressed Phoenix onto the wooden door, kissing her lips aggressively.
With the absence of his gentleness, he was like a raging beast.
Her soft lips were bitten and bled, her tongue tingling in numbness as it was sucked. Phoenix did not turn her head, nor did she avoid him. She was merely staring coldly at him.
The biting was moving down starting from her neck, leaving behind terrible marks on her body.
Everything in the house broke into pieces.
The noise of thunderous clangs made the immortal who was standing outside feel anxious.
“Emperor, what’s wrong? Has something happened? ” He was most worried that both of them would start a fight.
“Go away!”
The man spat out the word coldly, his attitude was so vicious that the immortal was immediately pushed a few meters backward. Even his chest stung.
He had never seen the Emperor being this mad.
The Emperor was always elegant and polite, even maintaining a smile when he killed.
However, now even the weather seemed to change!
Phoenix did not know that this kind of matter would hurt so much without any foreplay.
The aggressive violation went on for a long time. The Emperor who seemed to be working off his anger was using all kinds of methods to torture her.
Phoenix did not say anything. As they progressed, she even gave out a faint smile.
Fair enough, she thought to herself.
At least she was still sober.
If he was too gentle, she might not be able to hold back and call out his name.
She would appear even more petty and ridiculous in front of him.
She always thought that her existence was enough for the man. She put her whole heart into loving him and he should treat her the same.
However, she forgot a fact.
The fact that this man was unruly.
No one in the world could restrain him.
Heaven and Buddhism could not restrain him, neither could love.
Satisfying his own bodily desire was always his principle, and his interest was to conquer.
He would lose interest in something that could be conquered too easily.
Maybe he had grown tired of her.
He had easily settled her after all.
He would, of course, turn to someone else to change his appetite so as to challenge someone even more exciting.
Thus, to him, it was not important whoever his target was.
Phoenix understood all of it.
Thinking of it carefully, this man had never confessed to her, nor did he utter honeyed words to her.
He only said that he wanted to be together with her.
She was the one who was unclear about the rules of the game so she could not blame anyone.
However, her pride did not allow her to share her loved one with anyone.
If there was no devoted love, she would rather break up.
Whose fault was it?
She always assumed that he liked her. Thus, she demanded him to be devoted to her.
She would not be this disappointed if she had not had extravagant hope.
It was just a game after all.
Phoenix truly understood that, once the self-deceiving gentleness was torn apart, she would be in agonizing pain.
Finally, the man halted his action but he refused to withdraw from her.
He held her into his arms, hugging her so hard that she felt that her bones would crush.
It was a deadlock situation – no one spoke.
It was a suffocating moment of silence.
Phoenix was so tired that she could not say a word. Her expression was conveying a single message.
We’re over…
She tried to force herself to stand up, but he carried her and put her on the clouds instead.
That moment Phoenix did not argue with him for she was too tired.
Her Buddhist aura was so weak that she doubted that she was the legendary immortal bird, Phoenix.
Perhaps, this was the reason why she could not even die.
That was why they always assigned her to wipe out iniquities as they assumed that she would not get hurt.
Probably that was why he started a game in the name of love, for he assumed that she was haughty and hard to tame.
However, she was really exhausted.
Recalling the moment when she took the manual seriously, ticking regulations one by one on the Rice Paper made her feel like a fool.
Nevertheless, it was fortunate.
She quitted once she discovered his nature.
She did not care whether the man was still beside her. Phoenix closed her eyes to get some rest.
It was drizzling outside Ninth Heaven so the room was becoming chilly.
In a daze, Phoenix could hear the man calling out her name in a hoarse voice, asking her, “Why? ”
The humid and deep voice sounded like a wounded beast lamenting.
Phoenix could not understand. She was the one in pain. Why did he sound like he was hurt the most?
When she opened her eyes, she realized that she had been overthinking.
The man was no longer beside her. It was indeed his style.
Once he had taken over something completely, he would not turn his head back.
Phoenix could not help but smile lightly, her lips looking awfully pale.
This is the best ending because there is no way we can go on anymore
She should have understood it earlier.
She was thoroughly clear-headed now…
The rain was still pouring outside the dwelling place.
Raindrops were falling on the umbrella.
Under the Bodhi of Buddhism, the man stood still, not moving at all. No one knew what he was thinking about.
The immortal was trembling as he trailed behind the man. “Emperor, should we go to the temple next or continue to chant?” To him, the Emperor should go chanting. With the Emperor’s current mood, the demons under his reign were causing strong wind and heavy rain. Dark clouds were everywhere.
The man did not speak. He did not react even when half of his shoulder was wet due to the rain.
The immortal even suspected that the Emperor did not hear his words. He was confused. Why is the Emperor standing here, refusing to leave?
Just as the immortal thought that the silent Emperor was about to turn into a rock, he spoke with a husky voice, “We are not going anywhere except the Heavenly feast.”
