Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 82

Li Cheng wrapped his arms around Zhou Ci’s strong, solid waist and thought to himself, Not a bad investment of affection after all.

Somehow, Zhou Ci felt a strange sense of contentment with Li Cheng in his arms. The dull, restless energy in his mind revived as if brought back to life.

If only he weren’t a demon, Zhou Ci thought.

Having a spouse like this didn’t seem half bad—soft, beautiful, and even more stunning when he cried. The way he bit his own knuckles, trembling slightly, made Zhou Ci’s heart itch. It made him want to bully him harder.

Soft waist, weak legs, flexible like he knew martial arts.

Realizing what he was thinking, Zhou Ci frowned. His current thoughts clashed completely with his original intention—to dissect Li Cheng for research.

How had things gone so off track?

After holding him for a moment, Li Cheng pushed Zhou Ci away. His gaze lowered, then lifted again as his fingers signed calmly: “Be careful. I’ll be waiting for you at home.”

Zhou Ci’s eyes lingered on Li Cheng’s neck, on the red marks he’d left there.

He felt a twinge of guilt. Reaching out, he gently brushed the marks with his fingertips. “Does it hurt?”

Before Li Cheng could respond, Zhou Ci walked to the sofa, took something from the table, and handed it to him.

The instant Li Cheng saw what it was, he instinctively stepped back.

That thing had traumatized him before!

Grinding his teeth, Li Cheng glared at the blue orb in Zhou Ci’s hand—under the daylight, it glowed even more translucent and pure. He angrily signed: “You bastard! What are you planning now?!”

Zhou Ci’s lips curved in a teasing half-smile. “It’s a new type of lubricant. Has plenty of uses—heals wounds, reduces inflammation, prevents them from reopening.”

He leaned close, his warm breath brushing Li Cheng’s ear, making his skin prickle.

“It can dissolve on its own, keeps everything moist, and is great for your skin, too.”

He handed the blue orb to Li Cheng again, then pointed at his neck. “Apply it yourself, sweetheart.”

Why did that “sweetheart” not sound disgusting coming from his mouth?

Li Cheng rolled his eyes and signed furiously: “Just go already!”

“You’re mad again,” Zhou Ci said, pinching Li Cheng’s cheek. “You won’t look pretty when you’re angry.”

Li Cheng batted his hand away, signing stubbornly: “I’m not pretty to begin with.”

Zhou Ci found his anger even cuter.

“Who said that?” he interrupted seriously, as if genuinely offended. “You’re beautiful. In the whole Illusory Realm, you’re the most beautiful of all.”

He wasn’t lying. If the Illusory Realm ever held a beauty contest, Zhou Ci would cast every vote for Li Cheng.

Li Cheng was simply stunning—like a fox spirit, seductive and soulful, his very presence radiating bold allure and charm.

With that face, he’d be a treasure among the upper circles of the realm.

And now, that little fox spirit was right here beside him.

No way was Zhou Ci letting him out to charm anyone else.

Li Cheng, meanwhile, grew tense from those words. Why does it sound like he’s been taking lessons somewhere?

He’d never believe Zhou Ci could say something like that voluntarily.

【Maybe he’s had an awakening?】

【He’s not lying, you know.】

Before Li Cheng could respond, Zhou Ci leaned in, planted a quick kiss on his cheek, and turned to leave.

Watching that broad, reassuring back as he walked out, Li Cheng narrowed his eyes, his heart swirling with mixed emotions.

When Zhou Ci was gone, Li Cheng raised a finger to his forehead and tapped lightly.

A mist of spiritual energy shimmered and dispersed.

He’d need to conserve his power for the fox demon.

If he went on foot, it would take far too long.

But for a primordial spirit that could travel a thousand miles a day, this distance was nothing.

So Li Cheng transformed into a small red fox and leapt out the side window.

Since Little Tail’s injuries hadn’t fully healed, he didn’t bring him along.

High above the skyscrapers of the Illusory Realm, a blazing red fox streaked across the sky—its form a crimson blur, vanishing within moments.

When Li Cheng reached the site where the fox demon was causing chaos, his primordial spirit descended quietly into a corner.

The moment his paws touched the ground, a wave of spiritual mist rippled outward.

The little fox shifted back into human form.

The first thing Li Cheng did was conceal his divine aura.

Once his divine breath was hidden, he summoned the Demon-Locking Chain.

He weighed it in his hand, testing its balance.

The area was a stretch of wild forest with only a single breeding farm nearby—housing low-level spirit beasts.

When Li Cheng spotted the fox demon, it was gnawing on bones scattered across the ground.

Blood-soaked skeletons lay strewn about, and a massive pool of blood had formed beneath it.

Savage, bloodthirsty, and terrifying to behold.

Outside the spiritual barrier, Li Cheng noticed someone else—Fan Ming, who handled spirit contracts.

When he saw the iron net in Fan Ming’s hands, Li Cheng froze in shock.

He couldn’t even speak for a moment.

That net… it carried divine power.

He blinked rapidly, uncertain, and looked again.

Damn it—it really was divine power!

And even stronger than his own current strength!

His thoughts spun chaotically. How could this be?

Are there other gods in the Illusory Realm besides me?!

Li Cheng’s voice rose as he spoke to his system, A-Keng. “Check it right now, A-Keng!”

【Scanning…………】

【Host, it’s divine power from the White Void Lord God—Qi Si.】

In the divine hierarchy, the Underworld of the Void was truly the White Void Realm, followed by the Thousand Void Realm, and then the Myriad Void Realm—each ruled by its own Lord God, three thousand in total.

The gods of the White Void Realm answered to the Thousand Void, while the Lord of the Myriad Void governed all three thousand worlds.

And Qi Si—the White Void Lord God—was the one who had once cut off one of Li Cheng’s tails.

Li Cheng’s fists clenched tight. “Qi Si? That damned bastard—if I ever find him, I’ll kill him myself!”

He scanned the area, but Qi Si’s aura was nowhere to be found.

Fan Ming, meanwhile, was clearly just a human.

How could an ordinary man possibly know the White Void Lord God?

Li Cheng decided to deal with the fox demon first—he’d hunt down that bastard Qi Si later.

He stepped forward to lure the demon away—but before he could, Fan Ming’s iron net shot out from a launcher, sealing the fox demon inside.

The creature howled in agony, its body convulsing beneath the net, fangs bared as it trembled violently.

To Li Cheng’s divine sight, it was being wrapped by immense divine energy, burrowing into its organs, tearing at it from within.

The fox demon screamed—a sound that pierced bone and heart alike.

Li Cheng blinked. Did Fan Ming just beat me to it?

【Looks that way…】

【But at least the fox demon’s captured. It won’t be harming humans anymore. That’s still in line with our mission.】

【The divine energy in that net is powerful. Whatever Qi Si’s motives, this counts as a good deed.】

【Host, since the fox demon’s already caught, we should wait for a chance to retrieve it later—to avoid exposing ourselves.】

Li Cheng didn’t answer. He took a quiet step back, hiding himself completely behind a tree.

Because—

Zhou Ci had arrived.