Chapter 656: Chapter 586: Teaching by Example

On the surface of the desk in the study, books and pen holders are neatly arranged, and the faint scent of ink quietly permeates the air.

Shen Li lifts her to sit on the desk, the cold and hard sensation makes Shen Tang tremble slightly, subconsciously wanting to get up, but he tightens his grip on her waist and gently presses her down.

She resembles a picture scroll gently unfolding, placed snugly on the desk.

Shen Li’s movements are extremely light, fearing she might be uncomfortable, he steadily supports her lower back with one large hand, slowly laying her flat.

The feminine black hair and snow-like skin, her appearance is breathtakingly exquisite, with moist eyes gazing at him, revealing a trace of confusion and helplessness. Her white cheeks are stained with a rouge-like red, she swallows softly, her voice trembling, “This, what are you going to do?”

Shen Li’s fingers hook the ink-like scattered long hair, lowering his head to sniff the enticing fragrance among the strands. Her tender and smooth skin is like a piece of excessively clean rice paper, making one unable to resist wanting to… stain it with blemishes.

The beautiful scene below his palm is captivating, his gaze grows darker, yet his face still carries a gentle, charming smile, as his slender fingers leisurely stroke through the neat pen holder, carefully selecting the thickness and softness of the brush bristles.

“Isn’t Xiao Tang’er curious what I am going to draw?” He laughs softly, “Of course Brother Li will draw for you to see.”

Shen Tang is full of doubt, there isn’t even a piece of paper here, where is he going to draw?

Soon, a bad premonition creeps up in her heart, she stares wide-eyed in astonishment!

The man earnestly selects a medium-thick wolf hair brush, his long, jade-like fingertips gently pinch the tip, one can clearly see the wolf hair is extremely soft.

In the next moment, the tip lightly falls on her neck, sliding down gently, teasingly circling.

The brush hair touches the skin, like a feather lightly sweeping, or like a fine electric current coursing through the spine, a tingling sensation instantly spreads throughout her body, she cannot help but shrink, a faint hum escaping her throat.

A low chuckle comes from beside her ear, “…Using the body as an example, how does that feel?”

Shen Tang’s cheeks blush further, wanting nothing more than to grab his arm and fiercely bite this mischievous bad fox. Yet, somewhere deep in her heart, a slight, obscure expectation arises, making her body tense, her face reddening further.

At this moment, the brush dipped in ink softly descends to her collarbone, leaving the first stroke.

Snow-like skin diffuses ink marks, brush strokes flowing smoothly.

Shen Li’s gentle, low voice rings by her ear, “The history book of the Blood Clan starts over three thousand years ago, and the prophecy book content began recording from this time.”

“I finished translating the first three Chapters, let’s start from here then.”

He sketches several strokes, drawing an outline similar to a human hand, “According to the words in the prophecy book, I completed the damaged illustration on the first page, this is the beginning of the prophecy book.”

“This invisible palm piercing the heavens was named ’Hand of Creation’ by the ancestors of the Blood Clan at that time, like a title, also like a metaphor.”

He continues sketching, his voice calm, “Yet this ’Hand of Creation’ is a sudden disaster tearing through the sky, bringing a catastrophic calamity to the Blood Clan.”

“The scattered red spots under the palm, if I’m not mistaken, are the missing Blood Clan.”

Shen Tang listens intently, gradually ignoring other sensations, softly pursuing, “Missing?”

“Yes, missing.”

Shen Li nods, the tip of the brush slowly moves downwards, “The Blood Clan possesses powerful mysterious powers, but the more they have, the more they attract covetous eyes. Even though they are a top-notch race, they cannot stop malicious schemes. Those foes dare not act openly, so they initiated persecution in secret.”

“The prophecy book states that thousands of years ago, people started disappearing in the Blood Clan.”

“Initially, it was only one or two individuals, then more and more went missing, eventually they found the mastermind, it was this ’Hand of Creation’.”

“Back then, the Blood Clan wanted revenge to seek justice for innocent clansmen, yet the organization backing it was complex and immeasurably powerful. Not only could the Blood Clan not avenge, but they were also torn apart, with many traitors emerging within.”

“Ultimately, they had no choice but to leave their ancestral land behind, searching for a place where their people could safely thrive.”

“Escape?” Shen Tang sharply catches this word, breathing unevenly, “This doesn’t match the history I know… The Blood Clan fled their territory thousands of years ago, could it be their territory was never on this continent?”

“Correct.” Shen Li confirms, “The prophecy book chronicles this escape, they came from another world to here, only because the then most famous High Priest predicted the turnaround for the Blood Clan would be on this continent, this would be their new birth place.”

This statement leaves Shen Tang utterly shaken, momentarily forgetting to react.

Until a chill spreads from her chest, she suddenly shivers, a light hum escaping her lips, both hands hastily covering her skin, her wet eyes glaring at him, “No… Stop doing this!”

Her voice carries a hint of soft trembling.

“Hmm? What?” Shen Li feigns ignorance, looking at her with a smile.

Shen Tang is both shy and annoyed.

This thieving fox is truly wicked!

But when Shen Li looked at his beloved female with her blushing, coquettish appearance, his heart felt like it was being gently scratched by a cat’s paw, itching fiercely, wishing he could immediately pull her into his arms, to bully her, to cherish her.

Yet he knew that haste makes waste.

The night was still long, and there was plenty of time to take things slowly.

The tip of the pen continued to wander, completing the unfinished drawing. Shen Tang pulled on his sleeve with one hand, trying to stay awake, and asked intermittently, “So… according to you, the Blood Clan isn’t native to this continent. They… could very well come from an Alien Star?”

The pen paused slightly at her abdomen.

Shen Li nodded lightly, “The prophecy book obliquely erased this point, but it seems possible now. Perhaps this is why the aliens are obsessively hunting down the Blood Clan.”

“So, the Blood Clan clearly had mighty power, yet they voluntarily secluded themselves, only seeking a place to survive…” Shen Tang’s voice was filled with sympathy, “But unexpectedly, the aliens were relentless, and due to various reasons, they ended up annihilated…”

She stopped speaking here.

The last member of the Blood Clan was still killed by her own hands.

For a moment, complex and unspeakable emotions welled up in her heart, leaving her unsure whether it was guilt or something else.

Shen Li couldn’t bear to see her like this. He lowered his head to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, comforting her softly, “What’s done is done, there’s no need to dwell on the rights and wrongs of the past. The present and the future are what you should focus on.”

“Besides, with Necro’s personality, even if he were to fall into our hands or those of the Deputy, he wouldn’t live dishonorably; he’d surely drag others down with him.”

“Individual resistance ultimately can’t stop the flow of history.”

“The Blood Clan’s fate was sealed; whoever wielded the final knife, the outcome would be the same.”

Listening to his words, Shen Tang’s tense heart slowly relaxed.

She squinted, her gaze somewhat vacant, her thoughts floating far away, and murmured softly, “So, if the Blood Clan really migrated from an Alien Star, they must have passed through the legendary Star Gate…”

“Then the ancestors of the Blood Clan must have known the location of the Star Gate and how to open it!” As she thought this, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Shen Li also considered this possibility, his movements slightly paused.

Some thoughts flashed through his mind, but the clarity in his eyes was soon covered by deeper desire. He looked down at the female’s rouge-like flushed face, his Adam’s apple moved, and he suddenly put down his pen.

His hand slowly slid down to her knee and gently parted it.

In the next moment, a piercing coolness suddenly arrived.

Shen Tang almost cried out, her body trembling, burying her burning cheeks in the crook of her arm, ashamed to find a crack to crawl into, “You! How could you do this?”

“No ink left.” Shen Li looked at the unfinished drawing, gently caressing it.

Shen Tang was utterly speechless, her beautiful eyes glazed over with a thin mist, the corners reddened, looking at him with a dazed expression.

Shen Li’s heart melted, like a puddle of spring water.

He lowered his head, pinched her chin, kissed her lips, swallowing her sweet whimpers into his abdomen, his Adam’s apple rolling fiercely, like a greedy, cunning wild fox, wantonly plundering her breath.

Meanwhile, the brush stained with ink still moved over her skin, gradually completing the image.

The tip of the brush smeared with ink, completing the picture bit by bit.

He finished the whole painting.

The brush “plop~” fell to the ground, spreading stains of water.

In the air, the fragmented whimpers grew clearer. The shadows on the wall slowly overlapped.

Shen Li could no longer utter unnecessary words, leaving only the most primitive desires.

The books and pen stands on the table fell to the ground one after another, the scent of ink mixing with another kind of decadent fragrance, like surging waves, urging one into intoxication.

Shen Tang had long forgotten how she moved from the study to the bathroom and then to the bedroom.

She only felt like a little boat floating on the ocean, being tossed repeatedly by the never-ending waves, eventually capsizing and sinking into the sea.

The turbulent waters engulfed her, nearly drowning her, trapped in that deep confinement, unable to breathe.

It was unknown how long it took for the turbulent waves to slow down and calm to tranquility.

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