Beauty and the Beasts: A Forbidden Love in a Mythical

"You... are simply despicable. You can do nothing but satisfy your desires..."

He grabbed her waist with his backhand, and pain shot through her instantly. "For a woman who uses her body as a bargaining chip, what other function is there besides satisfying desires?"

He roughly grasped her slender and enchanting figure. Wan Ou, who had been put in her place, bit her lips and didn't want to say a word. Talking to someone as despicable as him in human language would only lead to one outcome —

That was to be completely consumed, leaving no bones behind.

She turned around proudly and broke free from his clutches. Wan Ou, who had never done any physical labor before, was now full of passion and resentment as she smashed at DuGu Lue's crystal mausoleum. Since she couldn't defeat him with words or in a fight, she regarded this Crystal Palace as that devil and tried to push it down and destroy it. Although she had been tortured by him until her back ached and she had no strength left, the anger pent up in her heart made her stubbornly hold back any groans. Instead, her hatred flared up, and she kicked and smashed so hard that crystals flew everywhere and fragments scattered.

DuGu Lue just found her actions amusing. She was like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, baring her teeth and waving her claws. She was really putting her heart into smashing and destroying, not realizing that she was saving him a lot of labor.

When the Crystal Palace was destroyed at her feet, Wan Ou finally let out her pent-up anger. But she also understood a truth: the more psychologically dark a person is, the more they yearn for the purity as transparent as crystal. DuGu Lue was such a psychologically dark devil.

Because it was so real, their breaths were heavy gasps, and there was no way to escape.

Every day, DuGu Lue led Qi Xuan and the others to continue following the direction of the water flow, digging through the soil or splitting the rocks, but it seemed that they could never reach the end.

Day after day, Wan Ou accompanied them. The imperial mausoleum was a tomb for the dead. Inside, there were only endless gold, jewels, and rare antiques, and there was no food to sustain life. Only a water source could meet their basic needs.

DuGu Lue and the others were tough men who had fought through the storms on the battlefield. They could still dig through the tunnel and keep walking even when there was only water and no food supply. But Wan Ou was after all an urban white-collar worker. Her body was already in a sub-healthy state. Although she was now in the body of "Keng", in this great survival challenge, women were always at a disadvantage compared to men.

They only rested for two hours out of twelve hours a day, and the rest of the time they kept walking and digging.

When the scenes from disaster movies were truly replicated, Wan Ou finally understood a saying: Life imitates art, and art imitates life. As the male protagonist who wanted to escape to safety, he was indeed incredibly powerful. No matter how powerful he was, the humiliation he inflicted on her made her hate him even more. She hated his arrogance, his conceit, and his predatory nature.

The firelight flickered, and the sound of digging echoed.

As the tinkling sound approached, DuGu Lue suddenly turned around. "Where have you been?"

In the face of his anger, Wan Ou remained silent and handed him the water in a lotus leaf that she was holding.

"You are not allowed to leave my sight." DuGu Lue said each word through gritted teeth.

A war on the verge of breaking out surged between the two of them. Qi Xuan and the others also stopped. After three days of calm, the two of them clashed again.