Lethal Stunner: Kicking Off with Five Beast Husbands

"Jinsheng!" The pain on her cheek shocked Mo Jiao into raising her voice.

"You can still bite. When did you learn to be like a dog?" Mo Jiao questioned.

"Firstly, I bit a snake," Jinsheng emphasized in explanation, "and I learned it from a fox, not a dog."

"If you want to insult me, you can only say I'm a fox."

No need to ask further; Mo Jiao knew the fox that led Jinsheng astray must be Xuan Jiu, that crazy fox.

He lowered his head and bit Jinsheng's lips lightly.

"You still have the nerve to talk about me!" Jinsheng tugged at his long hair.

"Learned from you," Mo Jiao replied provocatively.

It was at this moment that the cotton doll in his hand was snatched away by Jinsheng.

"Give it back to me." Mo Jiao hurriedly reached out to grab it.

Jinsheng threw the doll into the Realm and pushed the unsteady Mo Jiao onto the bed with force.

When Mo Jiao tried to get up, Jinsheng lifted a foot and stepped towards his abdomen.

But Mo Jiao was struggling, which caused Jinsheng's foot to slip, landing between his legs.

The atmosphere in the room instantly froze.

Jinsheng felt the heat under her foot and looked down at Mo Jiao, who was unresponsive. Nervous, she wanted to move her foot and sneak away.

However, as she applied pressure, Mo Jiao effortlessly caught her ankle.

At the same time, the black mist illusion snake coiled upward along Jinsheng's calf.

Until the black mist snake, flicking its tongue, wrapped around Jinsheng's waist.

Jinsheng looked down and met Mo Jiao's dangerous purple eyes: "Jinsheng, you're done for."

"Bleh, bleh, bleh." Even with one foot trapped, Jinsheng remained arrogant.

She made a face at Mo Jiao, only to be pulled by the black mist snake into Mo Jiao's arms.

Jinsheng was tightly held in his embrace and tried to struggle, but Mo Jiao pinched her cheeks: "Give me the doll. I know how to leave this Illusion Realm."

"Do you want the doll to leave the Illusion Realm, or do you want to use the doll's empathy to trick me?" Jinsheng questioned suspiciously, "Don't think I can't see your little schemes."

"You don't trust me that much?" Mo Jiao sighed, "You can read my mind. You'll know if I'm lying."

"Reading your mind, you're still impure," Jinsheng said, but she chose to read his mind anyway.

The first thing she heard was Mo Jiao's arrogant response: Only kids make choices, I want everything.

"I knew you weren't pure of heart," Jinsheng said, reaching out to pinch Mo Jiao's face.

The two pinched each other, neither willing to give in.

They squished each other's mouths into goldfish mouths.

Mo Jiao seized the opportunity and leaned down to kiss Jinsheng's lips.

With his cheeks pinched, he could only vaguely remind her, "That cotton doll can empathize with you and is also a way to break through the Illusion Realm."

"Then why does it only empathize when you touch it, and not when I do?" Jinsheng continued pinching Mo Jiao's face while asking.

"Because your superpower is unique," Mo Jiao explained his idea, "You can replicate my Illusion Ability."

"Without my doll, it should be that my inherent ability is illusion."

"Without Caicai's dolls, it should be that their abilities don't align with illusion."

"In the end, it's just you left, related to Illusion Ability, but the ability is replicated."

"Alright, I'll lend you the doll to study for a while." Jinsheng finally conceded.

Taking the doll from the Realm, Mo Jiao reached out to take it.

Jinsheng quickly held the doll back: "First agree, you can only observe, no touching."

"If you dare to touch, I'll…" Jinsheng frowned, thinking of a way to threaten Mo Jiao.

"What will you do?" Mo Jiao laughed lightly, not the least bit afraid.

"I'll kiss you." Jinsheng smiled as she answered, and proactively pecked Mo Jiao's cheek.

This move, instead, puzzled Mo Jiao.

Confused, Jinsheng explained, "We won't talk about punishment, but as long as you behave and follow the rules, there's a reward."

"Okay, you said it yourself." Mo Jiao replied joyfully.

"Of course, I said it myself," Jinsheng chuckled secretly.

Handing the doll to Mo Jiao, Jinsheng constantly monitored Mo Jiao's movements.

Having replicated Mo Jiao's ability, she could identify the patterns when Mo Jiao used his ability on the doll.

Sure enough, Mo Jiao quickly noticed the issue with the doll.

The black mist from his palm infused the doll's head, and in his hand, the doll transformed into a black Star Stone.

"Using the Star Stone as a base and connecting with your copied Illusion Ability," Mo Jiao explained, "that's why it can empathize with you."

"Because it's the Illusion Ability, my touch empathizes through illusion, and changing to someone with the same Illusion Ability allows you to empathize when they touch the doll."

"Is this doll made by the Illusion System?" Jinsheng asked.

"Here, only the Illusion System can do it," Mo Jiao declared with certainty.

"It seems the Illusion System doesn't seem like a proper system," Jinsheng frowned, and as she finished speaking, the doll that had transformed into a Star Stone reverted to her likeness.

"Dare to change!" Jinsheng said sternly.

Mo Jiao gently pulled the doll's hand in front of Jinsheng's face.

Simultaneously, Jinsheng indeed felt a hand hold her own palm.

"I didn't deceive you," Mo Jiao smiled, "As a reward, could you let me have it all?"

"Mo Jiao, you're quite greedy," Jinsheng said solemnly.

While Mo Jiao rejoiced, Jinsheng stretched out her palm in front of him.

Mo Jiao glanced at her palm, puzzled, and tentatively rested his chin on it, looking up questioningly: "Like this?"

"No," Jinsheng flicked his forehead with her finger.

In front of Mo Jiao's face, black mist rose from her palm.

A Star Stone that appeared from the Realm morphed into a cotton doll resembling Mo Jiao in Jinsheng's hand.

Jinsheng shoved the doll in front of Mo Jiao and asked with a smile, "Does it look like you?"

"It doesn't," Mo Jiao said stubbornly, averting his gaze from his own cotton doll, "It looks so silly."

"What about now?" Jinsheng pinched the doll's face gently.

Sure enough, Mo Jiao felt the sensation of his face being pinched.

"Familiar feeling? You pinched my face," in a vengeful manner, Jinsheng pinched his face, "Now it's your turn to be pinched, how does it feel?"

"Revenge?" Mo Jiao chuckled lightly, not reaching for his own cotton doll in Jinsheng's hand.

He even generously said, "Pinch if you want, I'm not that petty."

"Since that doll is me, you can do whatever you want with it."

"I won't stop you from playing just because it empathizes with me."

"How about it? Can I be the male Bodhisattva?" As Jinsheng's expression became increasingly annoyed, Mo Jiao provocatively leaned closer.

The response was Jinsheng furiously pinching the cotton doll belonging to Mo Jiao.

Jinsheng tickled the sole of the cotton doll's foot while mischievously observing Mo Jiao's reaction with a wicked smile.