The Anarchic Consort (Book 1)

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Phoenix kept the bottle of mythical water into her pocket and left her hands there while staring at him.

The distance between the two of them was not too close, but it gave out a sense of ambiguity.

On the long flight of stairs, both of their outstanding appearances could already cause commotions, not to mention that they represented Tiao Dao and Buddhism respectively.

"For someone who ran away the next day after sleeping with me, I think that a greeting like this is just right." The Emperor looked at her coldly. As he was speaking, he bent down again and shadows clouded under his eyes. He spoke to her with a low voice that only both of them could hear, "Phoenix, hasn't anyone told you before that you need to take responsibility after sleeping with someone?"

Take responsibility? Phoenix frowned, "What happened last night should not be my responsibility."

"Oh? I must have remembered wrongly then. You did not beg me to be more gentle, did you?" The man lifted Phoenix's chin with a deceptive smile on his face, "Phoenix, who taught you to run away from your wrongdoings?"

After hearing what he had said, Phoenix raised her eyebrows and glanced at him. She shoved his hand away and said in a calm voice, "Both of us should know better. If it wasn't for the meat dishes, nothing would have happened. Don't act as if you don't know that I can't eat meat."

Phoenix moved her gaze away from him as soon as she finished speaking. She habitually buried her chin into her cassock, which was a sign that the conversation had ended. Then, she walked forward indifferently, and could not care less about what would happen.

The man's eyes sank as he looked at the only crimson figure within the entire Heaven and Earth of Buddhism.

He had expected Phoenix to show all kinds of reactions, be it angry or ashamed.

Yet, she did not show any of it and appeared rather indifferent instead.

The man threw away the scriptures in his hands. For the first time, there was no smile on his face. What remained were only his cold-looking eyes and thin lips that had pursed into a straight line. His eyebrows were thick, his nose was high and his eyes were clouded with haze.

Golden Lotus wanted to say something to him but before she did, the man had already walked away with ferocious-looking demons behind him. The threatening aura started permeating at that moment, almost engulfing the strong sanskrits and Light of Buddha.

Little Monk kept turning back to look at the man as he walked away. After Phoenix had entered the house, he could not resist it any further and asked, "My lord, what happened between you and the Emperor? How did it become this way?"

"Nothing happened." Phoenix paused for a moment after she said that. She took out the manual in her arms, found a line on it and crossed it out carefully.

Little Monk leaned over to have a look. He frowned even harder, "As a dominant partner, you need to have a cold war with your partner once? My lord, what does this mean?"

"The Manual of Human Partners." Phoenix lowered her head to keep the manual. Since she was already on bad terms with that person, she would be at a loss if she did not cross out another line on the manual.

Little Monk touched the back of his bald head and could not understand where exactly this was from.

But judging from today's situation, it would not be as peaceful as before the next time the Emperor visits Buddhism.

He felt the need to appease his lord in the future and keep them from fighting. Otherwise, they would definitely be detained again.

Phoenix understood Little Monk's concern. She was silent for a moment before she said, "He won't come anymore."