That thing, that thing that he had known nothing about before, came from the memory of the Dragon God.

Thinking of what he had seen in his memory, Han Qianling sneered, not knowing if he was mocking himself or simply disillusioned with the Dragon God. He casually kicked away the two or three remaining crystal fragments at the bottom of the pool. Judging from his attitude, it seemed as if he had instantly discarded these treasures that every alien species coveted.

The flow of spiritual energy in his meridians had surged to the point of almost boiling. Han Qianling's realm hovered on the edge of the Nascent Soul stage many times, but he was forced back by himself.

His attitude towards his own cultivation now is exactly the same as when he was forced to stop himself from building his foundation in the Seven Islands Small World.

After forcibly suppressing his cultivation, Han Qianling immediately turned and swam toward the surface. The vast distance from the bottom of the pool to the shore was compressed into a hazy flash of his figure. He seemed unwilling to waste even a moment, even shedding the mask of restraint, respect, and impeccable manners he had painstakingly maintained for years, without even saying goodbye to Shengshan.

After three flashes, Han Qianling appeared outside the holy mountain. At this time, he was only a few inches away from Luo Jiujiang.

Luo Jiujiang had just survived the Heavenly Tribulation, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his vision blurred. He almost thought the Heavenly Tribulation had become a spirit, driven to the ground to strike him down. When he looked closely, he realized that the young man within arm's reach was Han Qianling. He was immediately surprised and delighted, and laughed out loud, half teasingly, half sincerely: "I really have a double blessing today."

Han Qianling did not respond to the joke. He looked up at the silver-white calamity clouds that were slowly dispersing above his head. At this moment, his eyes were even colder than Luo Jiujiang's blade.

"Qianling?"

Luo Jiujiang called out doubtfully, but before he could even utter the first half of the word "Ling" (Ling) in full, Han Qianling grabbed him by the waist. He pressed the back of his head, trapping the rest of the word between their lips and teeth.

Han Qianling kissed Luo Jiujiang almost impatiently.

This time, the kiss was less tender and more filled with urgency, unwillingness, the embodiment of a fate that could not be evaded, the cry that Han Qianling would hold in his throat until his death. If Han Qianling hadn't been so eager, his teeth slicing a line across Luo Jiujiang's tongue, Luo Jiujiang might have sensed a hint of the hidden fear.

This was the first long kiss with the smell of blood between the two since Luo Jiujiang met Han Qianling.

It was not until this moment that Luo Jiujiang vaguely and dazedly realized this: it turned out that Qianling, who was holding him tightly in his arms and exerting such force between his fingers and palms, as if afraid of losing something again, was actually a ferocious beast.

Even in the secret realm, when Han Qianling grew scaly claws in front of him, with hungry glint in his eyes, and even nearly took him as lunch, Luo Jiujiang never had such an idea.

But now, he would have such an association because of a kiss.

Perhaps it was because Han Qianling's reckless kiss was too desperate, Luo Jiujiang felt so heartbroken that he couldn't express it while being kissed to the point of being breathless.

"Qianling, Qianling..." Luo Jiujiang finally broke free from the kiss. He held Han Qianling's shoulders, frowned and looked at his expression. At a glance, he saw that the blue color in the other's eyes was much thicker than before, and it was as misty as fog between breaths.

Before Luo Jiujiang could fully grasp Han Qianling's expression, he was pulled back into Han Qianling's arms. This time, Han Qianling didn't kiss him, but simply hugged him tightly, as if wanting to rub him into his flesh and blood.

Han Qianling turned his head and his hot breath sprayed on Luo Jiujiang's earlobe. The feeling was hot and slightly itchy, causing Luo Jiujiang's shoulders to shrink subconsciously.

"If...if this time it's what I want, Jiujiang, are you willing to give it to me?"

Luo Jiujiang laughed and replied with Han Qianling's previous words: "Are you not afraid of the old incident with the dragon tail grass anymore?"

"I've taken care of it. That won't happen again." Han Qianling's hands rubbed up and down Luo Jiujiang's waistline, and even his breathing became faster. Luo Jiujiang's body was pressed against his, and he could clearly feel his heartbeat through his skin.

"Do you still need to ask at this time?" Luo Jiujiang nudged Han Qianling's collarbone with his shoulder, motioning him to raise his head a little, then took the initiative and leaned over to kiss Han Qianling on the lips.

The tiny scratch on his tongue hadn't healed yet. Luo Jiujiang sipped the faint scent of blood in his mouth, winked at Han Qianling, and smiled with a hint of frivolous pride after a prank: "Qianling, you're a bit hot-tempered."

Han Qianling's breath was choked and he could no longer hold it in.

He practically swept Luo Jiujiang up, and in the blink of an eye, he slammed him into the cave with the wisteria curtain. Luo Jiujiang was pinned to his side, and he could feel Han Qianling's gaze lingering on his collarbone for a moment before slowly moving downwards. Compared to his breathing, Han Qianling's gaze seemed to carry a fiery heat.

The two sharp teeth that had previously cut the tip of Luo Jiujiang's tongue rubbed against Luo Jiujiang's neck twice, leaving only a few red marks on his skin. The bite that was really intense to the extreme was landed on Luo Jiujiang's shoulder by Han Qianling when he tilted his head.

The sky seemed to be willing to cooperate with the lovers and dimmed. Under the gentle silver light of the stars and the moon, the lovers' bodies, stained with sweat and kisses, looked even more alluring.

...is a night of passionate love.

The author has something to say: I will be very busy tomorrow and there may be no updates. If there is still no update after 11 o'clock, then you don't have to wait_(:3∠)_The update will continue the day after tomorrow, which is Thursday.

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