After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 203 - Aren’t You Fond of Pinning People? Goodbye, Don’t Come Back

But before he could act,

From within the Cherry Blossom Sea illusion, Mu Yanli’s manic laughter echoed once more—

“He Ange, did you really think I came alone tonight?”

As her words fell,

A blue-and-red figure burst out of the whirlpool. Abyssal illusions of vibrant colors flashed rapidly as a bun-haired girl slid across the ground on one knee, stopping in front of He Ange to absorb the impact of Mu Yanli’s explosive assault.

However,

Xuanque coughed up black blood as she knelt, her phoenix eyes betraying a hint of struggle.

“I can’t hold her off...” she said calmly, glancing at He Ange.

He Ange took a deep breath, his cold eyes growing more serious.

From within his moon-patterned sleeves, he pinched an ancient abyssal talisman between his fingers—ready to use it as a last resort if necessary.

At this moment,

He Ange and his group were surrounded by Moon Sect cultivators on all sides. At the forefront stood Mu Yanli herself—leaving them trapped in a desperate situation.

Meanwhile,

Mu Yanli effortlessly shattered Xuanque’s Cherry Blossom Sea illusion.

Standing up from the ground,

She wiped the blood from her lips and began walking toward He Ange once more—

“He Ange, why are you looking at me so warily?”

“Do you know?”

“If I really wanted to kill you, it wouldn’t have been Duan Yu Yan who died just now.”

Under the moonlight,

Mu Yanli smirked coldly. Her blood-red eyes glimmered with an enigmatic softness as she gazed at He Ange.

Of course,

He Ange didn’t believe a word she said.

“So? What do you want from me now?”

“Is that how you greet your elder sister after so long?”

“Disgusting.”

“He Ange, you’ve really grown up. Back in the secret realm, you were so naive and adorable. Now you’re no fun at all~”

She ignored He Ange’s obvious disdain and spoke with amused interest.

If Mu Yanli wanted to kill someone, she never wasted words. Duan Yu Yan had betrayed her first—so she killed her without hesitation.

As for He Ange,

Mu Yanli had no intention of harming him tonight. She was here simply to confirm something that had been bothering her.

“He Ange, come here. Let me take a good look at you. If you do, I’ll spare everyone else.”

“Do you even believe your own words?”

“Not really.”

Mu Yanli raised an eyebrow with self-awareness but still smiled confidently:

“But if you come over, we might have something to discuss. If not, I’ll kill Duan Yu Sheng right in front of you. Don’t worry—I won’t kill you.”

“He Ange, surely you wouldn’t waste your life-saving talismans on a little girl you just met?”

Mu Yanli’s tone was haughty and condescending as if she had complete control over He Ange’s thoughts.

She knew that as the Holy Son of Spirit Phoenix Sect, He Ange would have plenty of life-saving measures. Even if she wanted to kill him, she wouldn’t dare act recklessly near the abyssal cliff.

If she disturbed the ancient entity beneath the abyss—even summoning the Moon Sect patriarch wouldn’t save her.

Thus,

Mu Yanli’s plan tonight was simple: trap He Ange here. She could kill anyone else—but not him.

“Wow, you’ve got me all figured out,” He Ange sneered coldly. Though his expression showed frustration, he was actually stalling for time.

With Xuanque secretly calling for help,

There was a chance reinforcements from Spirit Phoenix Sect might arrive... though aside from Yuan Yi and He Yan, few abyssal apostles were likely to intervene on his behalf.

Unfortunately,

Neither Yuan Yi nor He Yan was present tonight. While rescue wasn’t impossible—it wasn’t guaranteed either.

“Don’t kill them. I’ll come out,” He Ange finally said, stepping forward to confront Mu Yanli directly.

This was a stalemate.

Though Mu Yanli held the upper hand, she couldn’t afford to harm He Ange outright. Not only could she not kill him in one strike—but his connection to Feng Yuan made her wary of acting openly near the abyssal cliff.

Given this balance of power,

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He Ange boldly stepped forward—intending to probe Mu Yanli’s true motives.

“Come closer. A little more—I can’t see you clearly from here,” Mu Yanli said softly as He Ange approached within thirty meters of her.

He tightened his grip on the talisman in his hand,

His heart pounding with unease as he closed the distance to within ten meters of her.

Suddenly,

Mu Yanli took a step forward—prompting He Ange to instinctively step back.

She remained silent—continuing her slow advance as he retreated further.

But her deliberate pace wasn’t enough to force He Ange into using his talisman prematurely.

Thud!

Unbeknownst to him,

He Ange’s back collided with a snow-covered pine tree. At that moment,

Mu Yanli seized her chance—teleporting directly in front of him within arm’s reach.

Startled,

He Ange prepared to activate his talisman—but before he could,

Mu Yanli pressed a hand against his chest—pinning him against the tree in a domineering stance.

Despite this,

She didn’t harm him—instead smiling wordlessly as she gazed into his eyes with an enigmatic expression.

Rustle.

The impact caused snow to fall from the branches above—settling onto Mu Yanli’s blood-streaked white hair—adding an ethereal beauty to her already striking appearance.

Pinned against the tree by Mu Yanli’s hand on his chest,

He Ange felt immense pressure—his heart racing and breaths quickening.

Raising his hand,

He tried to push her away—but before he could,

Her blood-red eyes flashed with killing intent. She suddenly raised her leg—kicking the tree trunk with such force that it left a deep crater in its surface.

Had He Ange not instinctively dodged—

That crater would’ve been on his face instead.

The scene was undeniably strange:

Mu Yanli stood with one booted leg raised high—resting on He Ange’s shoulder—while her other hand pressed firmly against his chest. The combination effectively pinned him in place—restricting any movement.

A cold wind swept through—

Lifting the hem of Mu Yanli’s gothic dress slightly—revealing fleeting glimpses beneath—

But He Ange had no time for distractions—

Death loomed before him—and fear consumed him entirely.

“Hmph~?”

Mu Yanli chuckled softly—

Her blood-red eyes glinting with amusement as she tilted her head back slightly—her hair and dress billowing dramatically in the wind—

She still didn’t strike him—instead tracing her fingers down his chest—pausing at his abdomen as if searching for something—

When her fingers brushed against his dantian—

She froze momentarily—her crimson eyes widening in shock—

Then—

A sly smile spread across her lips as she cupped his face excitedly:

“He Ange—you didn’t disappoint me.”

“Why?” he asked—though he wasn’t truly interested in her answer—

Mu Yanli leaned closer—

Her fingers caressing his cheek as she whispered teasingly:

“Why not?”

But before she could continue—

Her blood-red eyes suddenly widened—

Looking down—

She saw that He Ange had already activated an abyssal talisman—

From within the void—

An abyssal portal began forming behind her—

Realizing too late—

She tried to retreat—but found herself immobilized—

He Ange had grabbed her ankle—preventing her from escaping—

“Let go!” she snarled—her face flushing with anger and embarrassment—

But before she could act further—

Two pale hands emerged from the abyssal portal—grabbing her shoulders and pulling her backward—

Simultaneously—

He Ange hoisted her leg onto his shoulder—using his leverage to push her further into the portal—

“Goodbye. Don’t come back,” he said coldly—

In that moment—

Mu Yanli lost her balance completely—half her body already submerged in the abyssal portal—

For the first time—

A flicker of fear crossed her proud face—

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