Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Withered Flowers, Wounded Bodies (Part 2)

After venting his hatred, He Cheng feigned a carefree attitude, flicked his garment, and walked away from the Mufu territory like a victorious rooster.

Like the Mu Mansion, the He Mansion was also within the Inner City. However, they were far apart, and the environments and locations were not comparable.

Once he turned another corner, the gate of the He Mansion would come into view.

All the way, He Cheng was plotting revenge against Mu Qingge and thinking about the smoothness and delicacy of the maid in his bed at home.

Suddenly, a dark shadow descended from the sky, instantly engulfing him.

Before he could struggle, a sharp pain at the back of his neck rendered him unconscious.

When He Cheng groggily awoke, he found himself seemingly trapped inside a burlap sack.

”Mmm mmm mmm mmm——!”

Who dares to kidnap this young master!

The words of defiance, when spoken, turned into unintelligible sounds.

Then He Cheng realized there was a foul-smelling sock stuffed in his mouth. His hands and feet were bound tightly with tough sinew, unable to move an inch.

”Mmm——! Mmm mmm——!” Panic started to set in, as He Cheng’s tiny eyes widened to the size of sesame seeds.

At this moment, a voice he was very familiar with came from outside the sack——

”Listen up, today, this lord will teach you a new game. Whoever plays the best, Lord will reward!”

Then, came a chorus of laughter and singing.

Mu, Qing, Ge!

Intense hatred flashed in He Cheng’s eyes.

That useless person actually abducted him! Once he got out, he would definitely have Prince Rui properly deal with that useless person!

Unfortunately, the malice in He Cheng’s heart was not felt by those outside.

The conversation continued unabated.

”Oh~! Little Lord, this sack is so big, it must be very heavy. We are all delicate and tender, how can we kick it?” a soft, coquettish voice called out, as if both whining and enticing.

Her words instantly elicited a flurry of agreement from the chorus.

Mu Ge raised a hand, silencing the voices of the women. She lightly lifted the chin of a woman beside her and boldly said, ”Therefore, this lord especially permits you to push with your hands, kick with your feet. If that doesn’t work, you can even use sticks!” As she finished speaking, a wicked smile crept up her lips, making her exquisite and delicate face appear enchantingly sinister.

”We can use sticks!” a woman exclaimed joyfully.

Mu Ge nodded, her luscious lips meeting the wine offered by a woman beside her. After downing it in one go, she casually tossed the goblet from her mouth, sending it crashing to the ground.

This debonair and affectionate display immediately drew bashful murmurs from many of the women.

”Come, this lord will personally arbitrate and see who scores the highest.” Mu Ge extended both arms, embracing two beautiful women, and instructed everyone.

At her command, the backyard of the Flower Picking House instantly echoed with merriment and activity.

The women who were not attending guests at the Flower Picking House were all summoned by her to participate in this national exercise, beneficial to health and wellness — American football!

The women couldn’t budge He Cheng in the sack by sheer strength, so they all basically entered the fray each holding a wooden stick.

After a long struggle, He Cheng hadn’t moved an inch, but who knows how many times those sticks had smashed into him.

Mu Ge squinted her eyes, watching with a smile at this scene. Observing the women mustering all their strength to lift the sticks and fiercely smash them toward the sack. As they smashed, they complained about the heavy weight of the person inside the sack.