Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 390 Loli running for her life! Two Predators chasing her in the middle of the night!

Chapter 390 Loli running for her life! Two Predators chasing her in the middle of the night!

?In the midst of the tense confrontation, Yu Lei's sudden exclamation sliced through the air. "Husband, choose your weapon!" With a flourishing smille, she presented a crate brimming with an assortment of firearms and other armaments. The collection was impressive, each piece gleaming menacingly under the moonlight.

Xie Meirong's eyes twitched at the sight. 'Isn't that her personal arsenal?' she thought, a sense of foreboding creeping into her mind.

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One Hour Later, on a Cliff Edge

Under a canvas of twinkling stars. Xie Meirong, clad in a sleek black sleeveless dress, stood awkwardly on the cliff's edge. An apple perched atop her head, wobbling slightly as she swayed to the rhythm of her own nervous belly dance.

The coin belt around her hips jingled merrily, a stark contrast to her uneasy smile.

Jingle, jingle, jingle.

'This is ridiculous,' she thought, her hips swaying rythematiclly, 'I'm a dignified woman, not a circus performer!'

Booom!

A bullet whizzed past, barely missing her face and disturbing a few strands of her hair. "Aiya!" she yelped, her heart racing like a runaway train.

After finding that she was still alive, a sigh of relief escaped her lips, 'Phew... That was too close!'

From a distance, Zhang Wei's voice, laced with mock seriousness, drifted over. "Give me another bullet, please."

"Hm!" Feng Xinyue, standing beside him, her face a mask of amused detachment, handed him another bullet.

Zhang Wei, loading the sniper rifle with a wicked smile, called out with a hint of mischief in his voice, "Keep dancing, Xie Meirong! I wouldn't want my poor aim to be the end of your performance!"

Booom!

The second shot echoed, the bullet grazing the apple and sending a few slices flying. Xie Meirong's dance moves became more frantic, her jingles turning into a cacophony of panic.

Jingle-jangle-jingle!

'Keep dancing, keep dancing,' Xie Meirong chanted internally, her movements growing more desperate. 'At this rate, these two maniacs would kill me today!'

Booom!

Another shot rang out, and Xie Meirong's heart leaped into her throat. "W-Why so serious, hubby? She wasn't even scratched!" she called out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and helplessness.

Boom!

As yet another bullet zipped past, Zhang Wei finally responded, his voice laced with a peculiar sternness. "It's not about the scratch. She is my forbidden fruit that you shouldn't touch!"

Boom!

Xie Meirong's face contorted in confusion at his words. Her eyes flickered toward Feng Xinyue, who was innocently handing bullets to Zhang Wei, one by one. 'Forbidden fruit?'

Booom!

Another shot whistled dangerously close, sparking a sudden realization in Xie Meirong. "Hubby, is she the forbidden fruit you have yet to eat? I didn't think you were so morally upright."

Zhang Wei shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Stupid woman..." He pulled the trigger again.

Booom!

"Huh? Was I wrong?" Xie Meirong pondered, her mind racing as Zhang Wei continued his relentless shooting.

His voice echoed across the distance again, "It's not morals stopping me, but her dress!" His tone was matter-of-fact, almost nonchalant as he took another shot.

'Her dress?'

Xie Meirong continued her frenzied dance, her gaze now intently studying Feng Xinyue. Despite the explosion, her dress remained impeccably intact. 'What does this mean? Can he not take it off, or is there something else?'

As she pondered, her eyes caught sight of the imposing mouth of the volcano a few kilometers away.

An idea struck her, a possible escape from her current predicament. "Hubby, I have an idea!" she blurted out, desperation coloring her voice.

"Hm?" Zhang Wei's finger paused on the trigger, his interest piqued. "What idea?"

Xie Meirong exhaled a breath she didn't realize she had been holding, her hips momentarily halting their movement. In response, Zhang Wei nonchalantly fired another shot.

Boom!

'What?' Xie Meirong's mind shook in disbelief.

Zhang Wei's voice cut through her shock. "Tell me your idea. If it's a good one, I might let you go."

Stunned yet determined to seize this chance, Xie Meirong resumed her shaky dance, offering an awkward smile as she pitched her idea of transforming this little nizi into her 'little birthday suit' – a euphemism that was both daring and desperate.

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Half an Hour Later

"huh? Ah?" Feng Xinyue, bewildered and panicked, glanced frantically left and right. She backed away from the two ominous shadows looming over her, stopping only at the very edge of the volcano's mouth.

Her eyes flickered between Zhang Wei and Xie Meirong, who stood with a shared sense of sinister purpose.

Their cruel smiles sent a shiver of fear down her spine, the realization of their intentions dawning on her.

As Zhang Wei and Xie Meirong stood united in their silent pact, a devious collaboration was apparent in their stance and expressions.

Zhang Wei, glancing over at the gaping maw of the volcano, mused aloud to his ever-present sinister companion, 'System, what would happen if we threw her down?'

System's response came promptly, [Don't worry, Host. She would survive without a scratch, but her dress might not be so lucky.]

"Good!" Zhang Wei's eyes sparkled with vile intentions at the System's reply, a sly grin forming on his lips.

Xie Meirong, catching onto the playful yet sinister tone of the situation, chimed in eagerly, "If she survives the fall, can I have another go with a grenade at her?"

Zhang Wei, his amusement evident, replied without hesitation, "Sure." In his mind, it was a simple equation: if Feng Xinyue could emerge unscathed from one explosion, why not test her luck with another?

Feng Xinyue, sensing the dangerous intentions behind their conversation, eyed the duo warily.

Her instinct screamed at her to run, but the gaping maw of the volcano loomed ominously behind her, a barrier as intimidating as the two figures before her.

Whoosh!

With a swift, almost predatory movement, Zhang Wei closed the distance between himself and Feng Xinyue. He grasped the hem of her dress, his grip firm and decisive.

"Ah!?"

Feng Xinyue's eyes widened in panic, a silent plea flickering within them, but it was too late to change her fate.

Swish!

In one fluid motion, Zhang Wei lifted her and tossed her towards the gaping maw of the volcano. As she fell, a scream of surprise and fear tore from her lips, slicing through the stillness of the night and echoing against the rocky walls.

Xie Meirong and Zhang Wei stood at the edge, their faces illuminated by the eerie glow of the volcano.

The heat waves emanating from the depths brushed against their skin, a reminder of the fiery chasm into which Feng Xinyue had disappeared.

For a moment, there was silence, save for the distant rumble of the volcano and the lingering echoes of Feng Xinyue's scream. Zhang Wei and Xie Meirong exchanged glances, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity in their eyes.

"Will she really come out unscathed?" Xie Meirong pondered aloud, her voice a mix of doubt and intrigue.

Zhang Wei, his eyes still fixed on the volcano, replied with a casual shurg of his shoudlers, "Let's wait and see."