Realm of Desire, Land of Lust, Tower of the Seventh Demon Queen, Laphysis, the very top level.
Aegifura stood in the most central area.
In front of her, there was a towering and majestic statue of a goddess, without a face, only a proud posture.
And on the shoulders of the statue, sat seven creatures.
So were plump, others slender as willows, so grotesque in form, and others ethereal and misty...
——Unsurprisingly, this was the statue of the "Seven Sins Demon God" and his seven wives!
However, the statue was incomplete.
The creatures on the shoulder, the first six all had their heads chopped off, with no faces to reference.
Only the seventh was ticulously carved, still intact without any damage.
It had color, almost naked.
Soft neck and chest, curves exquisite.
A waistline that could seemingly be encircled with the hands, snow-white smooth thighs, feet cool as jade... every part incited wild imagination.
Moreover, she had frost-white hair just like Aegifura.
In her pupils, the characteristic purple magatama, as many as nine, were incredibly crystalline in texture.
This must be the likeness of "The Demon Queen·Raffles" from her lifeti, Aegifura’s lineage, truly complex and entwined.
"Big Tadpole, don’t you think that the Demon Queen is very revealing? So different from Little ili..."
GuaGua raised its head, an innocent expression on its face.
It actually didn’t understand the love between n and won.
Its Pure Beast constitution allowed it to remain unaffected by the charm principles of this area.
But, having learned so much knowledge and exposed to so much, occasionally, GuaGua would feign understanding and earnestly comnt:
"Look, look, she exposes her chest for all to see, and on the lower half, she’s only wearing a thin piece of cloth – so poverty-stricken!"
"And her expression, such a beautiful face, yet she has to look so lewd, with her tongue sticking out, I, Gua, do not like it!"
"Little ili, don’t you agree? This is completely different from the path you pursue!"
Saying so, GuaGua directed a "I really understand you" look towards Aegifura’s back.
On a regular day, Aegifura might have agreed.
She detested exposure, despised sexiness, and loathed the foul gaze of male creatures.
Her usual accompanints in attire had always been as much coverage of the skin as possible.
The only part she could confidently reveal was her head; other areas were not up for discussion.
But... at this mont, Aegifura was silent.
She was imrsed in the resurrection of mories, with a look of confusion spilling over her expression, complex emotions nowhere to express.
"Hummmmm—"
The statue gently began to shake, dust tumbling down.
In a trance, Ye Hanjun "saw."
There was an extrely ugly barrel-shaped creature, muck running all over its body.
A chain made of five skeletons pierced through its neck, binding its short limbs in addition.
It was in agony, yet unable to break free, left to be manipulated at will.
Soon, a demon fed it rotten flesh and then injected the juice of dark spiritual dicine, forcibly replenishing its nearly withered vitality.
Ti passed, perhaps years, decades, or even centuries.
The barrel-shaped creature’s belly protruded high, like a mother ready to give birth, limbs convulsing and twisting, unable to bear the pain of the flesh.
"Plop!"
"Plop plop!!"
Eventually, one after another, placentas fell out of its belly.
Most of these placentas were mature, although mostly purplish-red; only about ten percent were completely purple.
Demons who wore glasses, seemingly with the ability to conduct scientific research, inspected the placentas one by one.
Their thod was simple and crude; any immature placenta was directly burst by hand.
Those with more red and less purple were marked with an X and casually tossed into a warming box hidden in so nook.
Those with more purple and less red were carefully labeled with numbers before being placed in so kind of black nutritive liquid, protected.
Fully purple placentas were obviously the most precious.
They checked them very carefully, and after confirming there were no issues, they even used special containers similar to coffins to individually carry them.
There were three placentas which, because the purple was so deep, faintly emitted an evil sheen.
The research demons even cautiously marked the containers for those placentas with claw illustrations, with special emphasis.
The "birth sequence numbers" corresponding to them were 1, 3, 99 respectively.
"Is this sothing that has happened in the past?"
GuaGua wiped its eyes, extrely curious.
Ye Hanjun had no ti to pay attention; the scene suddenly flipped.
Seeming to leap across the tiline, the demons, originally in their placental state, one by one hatched.
They resembled the "Ancient Succubi" from Ye Hanjun’s mory by at least sixty or seventy percent.
The only two differences were age and deanor.
These ancient succubi were simply too young.
They were about the sa size as human children, just learning to speak and walk.
The purple magatama congealed in their pupils were just three, corresponding to the rank of Jade Infant Fetus.
Yet, their Innate Core Personalities and the instincts given by their bloodline were beginning to take shape.
They were vicious, crude, promiscuous, gnawing on the living every day, biting them to death before sucking away their vitality.
Often, they would also seduce their would-be food, the male creatures, to lie on top of them, pumping repeatedly.
Once they had enjoyed the experience, they would not hesitate to slaughter their targets, seizing their essence to nourish themselves.
Thus, the young ancient succubi grew up in their green and naive bodies.
They beca mature and enchanting, and just with a soft moan, they could attract a swarm of creatures overco with lust, one after another.
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