Chapter 132: I Am Not That Kind of Man!

Hu Mo gasped for air, his body appearing completely drained of strength. He squinted at Hu Baimei with an expression that was incredibly provocative, while Hu Baimei watched him with a strange look in her eyes, her face growing increasingly unsightly.

"You never broke free from my charm technique at all? You were lying to me?" Hu Baimei asked, her body trembling.

Hu Mo smiled faintly and said, "What? Is there a problem? I’m a bit thirsty; help me pour some water, thanks!"

Hu Mo licked his lips, watching Hu Baimei with a grin. A chill ran through Hu Baimei’s heart. Just as she was about to refuse, she suddenly felt a freezing coldness in her life soul, as if a blade were pressed against her neck.

Hu Mo was currently transferring Hu Baimei’s life soul from the Divine Wood King Cauldron into the Soft Silk Rope. As the source of the most frigid energy among the three treasures, the Soft Silk Rope was absolutely the most terrifying existence for Hu Baimei.

"Now, can you help me pour a cup of water?" Hu Mo continued to watch her with a smile, but to Hu Baimei, this smile was no longer a smile—it was a death warrant.

Without another word, she jumped off the bed and poured a cup of water, bringing it to him.

Hu Mo had indeed lied earlier; the impact of Hu Baimei’s charm technique on him was significant! Had he not encountered Zhu Xinyue and Cang Ling, he might truly have been unaffected, but their presence had added color to his life in this world—a fact he could not escape.

It was precisely because of this that he had been tortured in the illusion until covered in wounds, only managing to pull himself out by relying on the combined power of the three treasures. Everything he did afterward was based on the premise of forcibly suppressing his internal injuries. Now that his goal was achieved, he naturally had no need to pretend.

Hu Baimei’s heart felt as if it were being scorched by fire, and she suppressed the endless rage rising within her. She desperately wanted to strangle Hu Mo. Although her combat power was completely sealed, killing someone who lacked any strength to resist should have been easy.

But did she really dare? The sensation from just a moment ago had nearly scared her to death; she had no idea what Hu Mo possessed within his body that could pose such a massive threat to her life soul.

She gently poured the water into Hu Mo’s mouth. As the cool water entered, his breathing gradually calmed.

It had been so close! He had just comprehended the Wood of Chaos, and his internal combat power was highly unstable. Furthermore, due to the massive expenditure of soul energy, controlling his power was even more difficult. To be attacked by Hu Baimei’s charm technique at such a moment was, for him, a near-fatal injury.

Looking at Hu Baimei’s resentful gaze, he suddenly remembered something and asked with a smile, "Who were those people you mentioned, Xue Jiao and Qiu Rou? It looks like you have a deep grudge against them. Heh, since you have now submitted to me, it shouldn't be too much to ask you to tell me about your situation."

Upon hearing these names, a chilling aura immediately appeared on Hu Baimei’s face. She snorted coldly, "Those two are my greatest enemies! If it weren't for them, how could I have been driven out of the forest, and how could I have been captured by humans? I must kill them; I must have my revenge!"

Hu Baimei spoke viciously, gripping the quilt tightly. Her expression caught Hu Mo off guard; he had only spoken casually, so how had he managed to stir up so much fire in this girl?

"Don't be excited, don't be excited. Can you let go? You're hurting me." Hu Mo looked at Hu Baimei with great difficulty and extreme embarrassment. It must be said that Hu Baimei’s aim was quite accurate—one grab had landed right on Hu Mo’s "centerpiece." Fortunately, the touch caused that object to rise further, increasing its defensive strength, or else Hu Mo truly feared she might have damaged it.

Hu Baimei paused, then squeezed it gently again and even tugged at it. This series of actions made Hu Mo feel an urge to go insane.

"Please, big sister, that thing is not a toy. Let go of it, will you?" Hu Mo looked at her with a bitter smile. To his horror, Hu Baimei didn't seem to want to let go, continuing to grab and knead it.

"Strange, I seem to remember Third Grandma saying something about how men have one more piece of flesh than women. Is this it?" Hu Baimei muttered to herself, a small hand actually reaching into his clothes as if to get a better grip on the object.

Hu Mo was shocked. Drawing on strength from who knows where, he rolled into the inner side of the bed and said with extreme vigilance, "What are you doing? I’m not that kind of casual man you imagine!"

As he spoke, he puffed out his chest and, feeling the swelling pain, immediately hunched over, circulating his water-attribute combat power in an attempt to calm his "little brother" down.

Hu Baimei nodded thoughtfully and muttered to herself, "So that’s it. It swells when stimulated and goes wild when it sees a woman; men really aren't good things!"

Listening to her words, Hu Mo felt utterly aggrieved. Not a good thing? If he weren't a good thing, could she be sitting there so peacefully now? If he hadn't possessed the self-restraint to remain unmoved in such a situation, someone else might have stripped her naked and taken her by force long ago. Would he have allowed her to be so "presumptuous" in front of him?

"Don't generalize; the one in front of you is quite decent! This is the only time; you are not allowed to touch it again. I can't guarantee I’ll always be able to remain unmoved. Let’s get back to the point—tell me everything about your past, and perhaps I might consider helping you take your revenge." Hu Mo looked at Hu Baimei with burning intensity, emphasizing the word "revenge."

Hu Baimei’s previously confused expression turned serious. Her eyes were deep, like two bottomless wells.

"Why are you helping me? What is your motive? My life soul is already yours; there is nothing left for me to give you," Hu Baimei said in a low voice, her gaze filled with wariness, especially keeping an eye on the tent-like bulge beneath Hu Mo. She had never been able to trust him.

Hu Mo truly wanted to find a block of tofu to end it all. He shook his head helplessly and said, "You said yourself that everything you have belongs to me, so why worry about my motives? As for whether I help you or not, that depends on my mood. You need to understand that."

Hu Baimei was stunned. After staring at Hu Mo for about ten seconds, she sighed softly and said, "Actually, I do not have pure royal blood. My bloodline is the thinnest among all my brothers and sisters."

Hu Baimei’s tone was very low, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to shift because of it.

"Our Nine-Tailed Fox clan is a matriarchal society, and the greatest power is held by the Matriarch. The Matriarch can have many men. To be precise, in our clan, it is the women who truly fight, while men are merely appendages—tools for procreation." Hu Baimei’s tone suddenly softened, and she looked at a certain part of Hu Mo with a very strange smile.

To be honest, as Hu Mo listened to her and felt that sweeping gaze, his most direct sensation was a sharp pain in his crotch! Damn it, men in the Nine-Tailed Fox clan were just studs. No wonder Hu Baimei was so interested in his "little brother" earlier.

"My father was just an ordinary warrior of the Nine-Tailed Fox clan with no special abilities. At that time, our clan was in ruins and desperately needed to increase its combat strength. All the strong men were summoned by the Matriarch to boost the tribe's power. My father was not among those summoned."

"However, my father was different from others, and it was precisely that difference that led him down a path of no return. A long, long time ago, when the Matriarch was just a weak little fox, she had already met my father. Although they were very young, they had promised themselves to each other. But the world is heartless, and many things are beyond their control. Because of her powerful talent, the Matriarch grew stronger and stronger, eventually becoming the new Matriarch of our tribe. From that point on, she and my father were worlds apart, never to be together again."

Hu Baimei’s voice was so faint that Hu Mo could barely hear it. He could feel the deep sorrow in her voice, but buried deep within that sorrow was a hint of venomous hatred—a hatred that made even Hu Mo feel a chill.

"At the time, even though my father wasn't part of the summons, he still couldn't forget the Matriarch. He didn't want to get anything from her; he just wanted to say a few last words to her, then leave the tribe, leave that place of heartbreak."

"So, he snuck into the Matriarch’s room. Just as he was about to speak to her, she pulled him onto the bed. She didn't say much, only one sentence: she wanted to have a child for my father."

As Hu Baimei reached this point, her face suddenly became狰狞 (ferocious). Her hands gripped tightly, her nails digging deep into her skin.

"What right did she have to do that!" Hu Baimei suddenly roared. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her heart trembling as if it were about to shatter. Hu Mo immediately placed his hand on her shoulder, a gentle wood-attribute energy slowly flowing into her body to calm her volatile emotions.

Hu Baimei lowered her head, hugged her knees, and sobbed, "What right did she have to do that? Didn't she know it would kill my father? She was satisfied, she was happy, but she killed my father and brought me, this cursed child, into this world to suffer for so many years. I hate her, I hate her so much!"

Hu Baimei gritted her teeth, her once pretty face twisting with ferocity. Hu Mo could clearly feel her rage—a sorrow and anger beyond words.

Hu Mo sighed softly and instinctively pulled Hu Baimei into his arms, saying quietly, "Don't cry, don't be sad. If you truly hate, then use your power to resolve everything. Otherwise, no matter how deep or intense your hatred is, it serves no purpose. Just treat this as a debt others owe you. In this world, everything that goes around comes around."