"Like it?" Yan Liu laughed, her bright white teeth sparkling, her beauty captivating. "I wouldn't say I like it, I'm just bored and looking for some fun in my life. Have I ever told you that my life is infinitely long?"

Cangying looked at her, shook his head, and suppressed his emotions. His voice was hoarse and trembled slightly as he said, "No, I can't see what kind of creature you are, and I don't know how long your life will last."

Yan Liu's smile remained unchanged as she held out her hand in front of him: "Look!"

Cangying lowered his eyes and looked at her hand.

Under his gaze, her hand transformed into a willow branch, emerald green, with leaves.

Cangying's pupils constricted, "You..."

Yanliu's smile deepened: "As you can see, I am a tree, a willow tree, a willow tree that grows alongside ginger. I share her life; I grow on her."

"It took me many, many years to separate from her. It took me many, many years to transform into a human and become what I am now."

“But my roots are still in her body. My relationship with her is like that of the companion spirits on land and their trees, as you see them.”

"But my relationship with her is higher than that between a companion spirit and its tree. We will not die because of each other's death, but only when the other dies will we be left alone, enjoying an endless life."

"Even if we were in a lab, dissected, had our blood drawn, were treated like animals, we would never die..."

"It must hurt a lot." Cangying interrupted her easily, her heart aching with pain as she spoke, like being pricked by needles.

Yanliu was interrupted by him, puzzled by his seemingly nonsensical words: "What?"

Cangying asked, "Being used as a test subject, sliced, having blood drawn, and experimented on must be very painful, right?"

Yan Liu raised her head and laughed: "I'm not in pain, my master Jiang Si is in pain. In the eyes of those researchers, I'm just a tattoo on my master's body."

"How could a tattoo hurt? It doesn't hurt..."

How could a tattoo hurt? A tattoo doesn't hurt, but she can feel the pain, she can sense the pain of her owner.

She could distract her master from his pain, but he wouldn't allow it. He didn't want her to suffer, saying that as his master, she should bear all the pain.

Cangying didn't believe it: "You're one with her, how could you not feel pain?"

Yan Liu's hand, which had transformed back into a willow branch, returned to its original form and poked Cangying's forehead: "You little golden dragon brat, why are you still so stubborn? I said it doesn't hurt, so it doesn't hurt."

"It's been 100 years. I thought you'd come to your senses, that you'd changed your personality, and that's why your hair would grow back. Turns out you haven't."

Cangying felt a softness between his brows and wanted to reach out and take her hand, but he didn't. His voice was hoarse as he explained, "I'm changing, changing little by little."

Yan Liu withdrew her hand, leaned back against the railing, looked up at the sky, and said casually and lazily: "Little golden dragon cub, I told you what species I am so that you would not be as stubborn as you were 100 years ago, turning your hair white and spitting blood for a mistake, for a ridiculous destiny, for not being able to get your so-called lover, and being unwilling to accept it."

"In my endless life, I will seek happiness and choose the method that I find easiest and fastest."

"Female or male, it doesn't matter to me. If I were like you, and I liked someone but he didn't like me, I wouldn't even look at him."

"If someone tries to take away the person I like, I won't try to take them away or snatch them. I will let them have them. After all, the world is full of all kinds of people."

"The master is right. What's yours is yours, and what's not yours is yours. You can eat a melon that's been forced off with sauce, but the key is that you have to twist it off first."

There's nothing wrong with loving money; money is cold and hard, and it's easy to make money.

The book says that if your lover is not good, your lover will panic, be afraid, toss and turn, miss you day and night, turn against you, become ruthless, scheme against each other, and eventually be separated by death.

For those of them who possess endless life, whoever they like will be sent away, so why bother?

It's better not to love, better to only love money, better to build a better world and a prosperous country, where everything within sight is a scene of prosperity.

She doesn't provoke others, nor does she let others provoke her. Love is a good thing, but it's also a bad thing. To enjoy it, you have to enjoy the loneliness it brings.

Cangying listened to her words and looked at her; she was like a willow tree.

That tree in the primeval forest of Abel Manor in the Abel Galaxy is her!

That willow tree outside the main city on Earth's landmass is also her.

He had already seen her true form, he had already seen what she originally looked like.

Cangying looked at her in front of him, her hair blowing in the wind. She was right in front of him, yet it felt as far away as the horizon.

For a hundred years, he lived in Frost City, accompanied by endless willow trees. In his mind, there was a lush green landscape, with weeping willows swaying in the wind.

After a century, he finally saw through his own heart, let go of his destiny, and came to find her, to see her, to tell her that he loved her.

But...but...

There are other people between them now, and she has chosen to follow her heart, preferring those younger than her, cute little boys.

And he... is already 658 years old.

At 658 years old, he can only live for another 300 years at most, or even less.

What good would it do to tell her I like her?

She learned that if she liked him, he could only stay with her for a little over 300 years. Forgetting someone and abandoning a habit takes a very, very long time. He couldn't be so cruel as to make her experience, forget him, and abandon his pain in her endless life.

If she doesn't like him, that's good...that's good...

Now there is a third option: don't tell her, don't tell her that he loves her.

Tell her nothing, treat her as a nodding acquaintance, and become a close friend with whom you can have a serious conversation.

Cangying remained silent for a long time. Yanliu shifted her gaze to him, raised her eyebrows, and spoke in an even clearer voice: "Little golden dragon cub, am I too beautiful, or do I have a mole on my face that makes you stare at me so intently, making you green with envy?"

His eyes weren't red with jealousy; they were red with tears because his heart was aching.

Cangying's lips slowly curved into a smile, a smile that was extremely forced, yet one that she had to force. "Yes, Lady Yanliu is very beautiful!"

Yan Liu exclaimed, "Little golden dragon cub, I thought you hadn't changed, but I didn't expect you to have really changed. You can say nice things now, that's rare!"

"Come on, come on, quickly praise me for being beautiful, having a great figure, being incredibly capable, and being extremely strong!"

Cangying gazed at her, his eyes red, and smiled. Following her words, he praised her: "Your Excellency Yanliu is very beautiful, has a great figure, is very capable, extremely strong, unique, and incomparable."

Yan Liu squinted her eyes happily at the praise: "Little golden dragon cub, this is more like you, more like a good boy, more adorable."

Cangying's voice trembled with suppressed emotion: "Thank you!"

“Don’t be shy, keep it up…” Yan Liu’s words were cut short as her eyes suddenly narrowed, her voice changed, and the topic abruptly shifted: “Little golden dragon cub, your hair…”

Cangying's hair, which had taken 100 years to grow back, began to turn white inch by inch under Yanliu's watchful gaze.

Yan Liu's face darkened, her eyes changed color, and she stepped forward, extending her hand.

Cangying took a step back, not because he saw her as a venomous snake or a ferocious beast, but because he did not want to be touched by her and become attached to her, shouting that he loved her, loved her.

Yan Liu stopped, her raised hand falling to empty air. She slowly lowered it, and in the blink of an eye, she returned to her nonchalant, unperturbed self, teasingly asking, "Little golden dragon brat, you've been in Frost Ice City for 100 years. Are you like me, able to change your hair and eye color as you please?"

With her hair turning whiter and her eyes red, Cangying smiled and lied to Yanliu, saying, "Yes, a hundred years is enough to do many things, including manipulating the color of your hair at will."

Yanliu now has green hair and emerald green eyes. She believed Cangying's words, and under his gaze, her long, green, wavy hair turned red and her eyes turned black.

The hair turned red, the eyes turned black, and in an instant, the hair turned yellow and the eyes turned black again.

After changing colors several times, Yanliu asked Cangying, "Little golden dragon cub, which color of my hair do you think looks best, and which color of my eyes looks best?"

Cangying's hair was completely white, with not a single black strand remaining. This time, unlike the last time, when the white hair was not in varying degrees, it had turned completely white over several days.

His white hair this time was only for a moment, under Yan Liu's gaze, under his own heartache, unfulfilled desires, joy, regret, restraint, and forbearance.

“They’re both beautiful.” Cangying looked at her and said, then emphasized, afraid she wouldn’t believe him: “They’re both beautiful, Lady Yanliu, no matter what, you’re beautiful.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Liu smiled brightly and wildly, "Thank you, I think I'm pretty too. Come on, let's go eat. What do you want to eat? It's on me."

Cangying responded, "Okay!"

His decisiveness startled Yanliu slightly. She happily led him to find something to eat, completely ignoring the fact that his smile looked more like a grimace, and completely disregarding the restraint and forbearance in his eyes!

As soon as the two of them left, a fat orange cat flipped up from below where they had been standing, shook its nine tails, and sighed. The highest point in the main city, a place with a panoramic view of all the mountains, was always full of gossip; their ears were tired of hearing it.

It seems he'll need to find a different spot to sunbathe next time, but where is there a place with more wind and sunshine than the highest point in the city? He needs to think about that carefully!

Quanjian sat on the queen's throne, while someone routinely reported state affairs to her below. She was seriously browsing the internet when she saw the back of her high priest.

His long, waterfall-like hair almost reached his ankles, and he wore a bright red dress, a black waist belt, and a jade crown to tie his hair up; he looked just like a groom.

Quanjian was eager to share with others, so she quickly stood up from her queen's throne.

The fish that was reporting to her below was startled and hurriedly asked, "Your Majesty, what has happened that makes you so anxious?"

Quanjian suddenly remembered that she was still dealing with state affairs, but she was so eager to share with others the news that her High Priest had returned with his hair blackened. She clutched her stomach and lied through her teeth: "I suddenly feel unwell. It seems like I might be pregnant with fish eggs again. I'm going to go see the King Consort!"

The ministers below shouted in unison, "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty, for your contribution to the flourishing development of our people's fish-mouth industry!"

Quanjian: "..."

Although I feel guilty for lying, this excuse works.

Quanjian waved his hand and said, "It's not certain yet. I'll go take a look first. I'll compile what you told me into a booklet and submit it to Wang Fu. I'll read it carefully."

The ministers replied, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Under the intense gaze of the ministers fixed on her belly, Quanjian moved with lightning speed, wishing she could sprout wings and fly away from the meeting hall.

Yanliu takes Cangying out to eat, even if it's a private room or a whole building, there are still beautiful roses, exquisite gifts, and a young face and body waiting for her to finish eating so he can confess his feelings to her.

The people confessing their love included not only men but also women, ranging from those who had just come of age to those in their 20s, 30s, 40s, and 50s. They were all young and vibrant, with burning, bright, and enthusiastic eyes.

Compared to them, Cangying, this 658-year-old dragon, is really, really old.

He gazed at the willow trees and walked alongside her. He watched as she refused all the flowers, gifts, affections, and advances. His heart was conflicted, a mixture of secret joy and sorrow. Time was an insurmountable chasm between them, a joy he could never express to her.

"What are you standing there for? Come on." Yan Liu took a few steps and realized that the little golden dragon cub hadn't followed. She turned back to look at him, and when she saw him looking at her, she urged him on.

Cangying snapped out of her reverie and stepped forward, saying, "Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

Yanliu smiled and said, "It's alright, I'll take you to play in the forest!"

Cangying responded, "Okay!"

Their conversation was overheard by Yanliu's admirers and those who wanted to confess their love.

They watched them walk away, obediently refraining from taking photos of their faces, but secretly snapping pictures of their backs and posting them online, lamenting their lost love: "Who is that guy in the red robe with white hair? Lady Yanliu spoke to him so gently and even invited him to take her to play in the forest."

"Heavens above, earth below, father and mother, my deceased ancestors, I have disgraced you. I cannot win over Lady Yanliu, and I cannot let her become your daughter-in-law."

The buzz surrounding the red-robed, black-haired man and Yan Liu together hadn't died down yet, and now the red-robed, white-haired man has appeared, instantly intensifying the hype.

Yanliu's die-hard fans started analyzing based on the two photos: "Judging from the back view and the length of the hair, the man in the red robe with black hair and the man in the red robe with white hair are 99.9% the same person!"

"So here's the question: from red robes and black hair to red robes and white hair, more than three hours have passed. Under what circumstances could a person's hair turn so white in just three hours?"

"Is it possible that they dyed it?"

"Your hair looks so good after dyeing; it's naturally white, isn't it?"

"If it's not dyed hair, could it be a wig?"

"A wig? Impossible. I've already checked the material of that robe. It's deep-sea fish silk, costing hundreds of thousands of star coins per meter. A whole robe would cost millions or even tens of millions."

"Look again at the gold trim, dragon patterns, and auspicious clouds under the robe. And look at the pearls interwoven in his white hair. Although they are not large, each one is round and full. There are several strings woven into his long hair and hanging down. A few strings together would be worth hundreds of thousands."

"Don't question me, I know I sell pearls."

"Look at his boots, they're antique boots, really high quality, they're worth a lot of money."

"So, the man pursuing our goddess Yanliu is a big shot?"

"Whether he's a big shot or not doesn't matter, the key thing is that our goddess Yanliu actually invited him to dinner and took him out. Are we about to be dumped?"

"No, no, please don't! I can accept that Lady Yanliu doesn't accept anyone else and remains beautiful on her own, giving everyone a chance. I cannot accept someone plucking this unattainable flower and leaving me without a wife!"

"Hahahaha, who's your wife? She's clearly my wife, don't talk nonsense."

"Get out! What do you mean 'your wife'? Lady Yanliu is clearly my wife!"

Many netizens are clamoring online about who Yanliu is, and that Yanliu took Cangying to the primeval forest behind the main city. This primeval forest is larger and wider than the primeval forest behind Abel Manor.

The trees in the primeval forest are hundreds, thousands, and even 3,000 years old. Yanliu led him to the very heart of the forest.

In the very heart of the forest, there are no trees, only a clearing, which seems to be the heart of the forest, a heart that no one can see.

Cangying's gaze swept across the open space and landed on Yanliu: "During my 100 years in Frost Ice City and your 100 years outside, did you ever rest?"

“Yes, how could I not rest?” Yan Liu pointed to the open space in front of him: “I’m not an impregnable fortress. Just because I’m a tree doesn’t mean I don’t need to rest. This is where I rest. After finishing my work during the day, I take root here at night and feel refreshed the next day.”

Cangying's eyes flickered with heartache, and then he lowered his eyes, concealing everything, and slowly said, "I see. Do you want to rest now?"

Yanliu's eyes lit up with joy: "Of course, but after I turn into a tree, I won't be able to communicate with you or talk to you anymore."

Cangying, restraining himself, blurted out, "It's alright, I can read to you."

Yanliu: "!!!!"

There's really no need for that.

I kind of regret bringing him along.

Oh well, I've already brought her here, and it's working well. Let him know she hasn't rested in 100 years.

She could just kidnap him again and have him handle some things for her; that would be perfect.

When Cangying lifted his eyelids again, there was no longer the willow tree in front of him, but only a huge willow tree that several people could not encircle.

The bark of the willow trunk has become jade-like, like emerald green jade, exuding the texture of jade. The branches droop down towards the canopy, one by one, and when the wind blows gently, they sway, which is very beautiful.

Cangying gazed at the tree before her for a long, long time before slowly sitting down on the ground. She hadn't known that tree was her before. She would lean against it, stroke it, and pat its trunk.

Now that he knows the tree is her, although he sits under it, he doesn't lean against her or take a picture, afraid of offending her, afraid that she might be tainted by worldly affairs, and afraid that she might know of his feelings for her.

A gentle breeze rustled through the branches, causing them to sway. Cangying sat beneath the tree, her long hair falling to the ground, an ancient book resting on her lap. She bowed her head earnestly, reading aloud to Yanliu in perfect pronunciation.

Yanliu: "..."

Actually, there's no need for that; she just wanted to come over and take a nap.

Never mind, let's just treat it as a lullaby.

The willow, rooted in the ground, has a healthy root system and lush branches. It absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and emits its own spiritual power. The entire primeval forest around it is filled with spiritual energy.

Cangying's voice was unhurried, like a babbling brook, calming the mind and incredibly pleasant to the ear.

Cangying didn't sleep from afternoon until evening and into the night.

As he read, he began to gaze at the willows in the mist, and he kept gazing at them until daylight.

As the first rays of morning sunlight shone down, the willow trees transformed into human form, stretching lazily. The fiery red lips and exquisite makeup were gone, leaving only the original human form.

Even so, a face without makeup is more beautiful and delicate than a face with makeup, and the eyes are more bright and sparkling.

Cangying avoided eye contact with her, turning his back to her the instant she transformed into human form.

Yanliu knew he was old-fashioned, conservative, traditional, stubborn, and respectful of others. He had his back to her, and she understood, she understood completely.

"Let's go back, I still have a lot of things to take care of." Yanliu patted his shoulder and said that, then walked past him and left first.

Cangying followed behind her, watching her barefoot, wearing a long green dress, walking on the fallen leaves as if they were flat ground, with no fallen leaves or branches able to hurt her feet.

Her hair was very long, reaching her waist, and it was green, closer to her natural color.

She walked through the forest, outshining all the other trees; she was the most beautiful tree.

Yanliu walked and skipped ahead without a care in the world, until they left the forest, before putting on her high heels and taking Cangying back to the palace.

The accommodation arranged for him was the same house he had lived in more than 100 years ago. Apart from the blankets, sheets, and daily necessities being changed, everything else in the room, including the bed, was exactly the same as it had been over 100 years ago, without any changes.

Yanliu told him that he could contact the home robot or the maids and servants in the palace if he needed anything. After giving her instructions, she yawned and said, "You should rest well. I'm going to the office to work. My lousy subordinates are pressuring me to death."

Cangying's eyes flickered, but before she could say "I'll help you," she yawned, turned around, and swayed away.

The door was closed, and Yanliu's eyes were clear. The little golden dragon cub was as innocent and gullible as ever, and he believed whatever she said.

She hoped that when he came to help her with things later, he would act as if he firmly believed that she had slept with him and that the little dragon egg was his offspring.

Before returning to the office, Yanliu took a bath, brushed her teeth, and washed her face, then went to the office looking radiant.

The vast office was solemn and dignified. On the huge desk, documents were piled up like a mountain, and there was a box with a small dragon egg inside.

That's right... More than 100 years have passed, and the little green dragon egg still hasn't hatched. If it weren't for the fact that this little green dragon egg can roll, run, and dart around on its own, Yanliu would have thought it was a dead egg.

Yanliu sat down. There was no way she was going to look at any documents or handle any official business. She took out a lollipop, picked up her tablet, and found an 8 PM drama, a melodramatic soap opera about three generations living together, produced by humans. There were a total of 898 episodes, and she had already watched 528 episodes.

With 528 episodes, the story has already moved from the fathers' generation to the sons' generation. The sons are now married and about to have grandchildren. The following plot revolves around the grandsons finding wives for their grandsons, a chaotic mess of melodrama upon melodrama, melodrama upon melodrama.

This melodramatic soap opera about the human race has been met with a barrage of criticism online, but Yanliu is watching it with great interest, even with the comments on.

The little dragon egg rolled out of the box and rolled around on the desk, making noise. Yanliu seemed not to hear it and continued watching her melodramatic drama.

The little green dragon egg was not giving up and rolled around even louder. This loud noise did not attract Yan Liu's attention, but it did attract a big orange cat with nine tails, which jumped on the table and used its paws to stop the little green dragon egg!

Little Green Dragon Egg: "!!!!"

This is ridiculous. Why would a cat have its paws blocking it? Wouldn't it be better to just play together?

Just as the little green dragon egg was about to rise up, Yan Liu, who had been lounging there watching a melodramatic soap opera, sat up straight at her desk, spread out the files, ruffled her hair, and warned the cat and egg on the desk: "Si Mubei, little egg, now you two are just decorations on my desk. Anyone who touches you will be killed."

Nine-tailed giant orange, Si Mubei: "..."

That's pretty abrupt. What's the purpose?

Little Green Dragon Egg: "..."

Who is so kind as to use an egg as a decoration?

Just as Big Orange and Little Green Dragon Egg were completely bewildered, they heard a knock on the door.

The big orange cat and the little green dragon egg immediately sat on the table, their nine tails spread out, their amber eyes staring straight ahead, their two front paws covering their bellies, and one rolled onto the big orange cat's paws.

The orange tabby cat and the little green dragon egg became decorations on the table, two different colors, golden and green, yet strangely mixed together.

Yan Liu called out to the outside, "Come in directly."

The office door was pushed open.

Cangying changed into a black robe, the pearls woven into his hair were gone, as was his jade crown. Only a hairpin held his hair in place. As he walked in, he saw countless documents piled up on Yanliu's desk in the huge office.

She sat at her desk, pen in hand, with a computer tablet and numerous projectors in front of her. She looked up at him, and when she saw it was him, her eyes flashed with surprise: "Little Golden Dragon brat, why aren't you resting? What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you," but what came out was, "I've been resting in Frost City for a hundred years, so I don't need to rest anymore. I just came to ask if there's anything I can help you with. If not, I'm going back to the Deep Sea!"

Yanliu's eyes lit up; she had been waiting for him to say this: "Yes, everything on this table needs to be checked. Can you take a look for me?"

Cangying smiled almost imperceptibly, one hand behind his back and the other in front of him. He took a step forward and sat down in Yanliupai's seat.

He was very close to her, and the faint scent of grass emanating from her wafted into his nostrils, stirring his heart and causing it to ache and numb. He restrained himself, suppressing his feelings, afraid to say "I love you," afraid to express his affection, and afraid to get closer to her.

Yan Liu reminded her, "Each of these documents has the contact information of the person who submitted it. If you don't understand anything, you can call them and ask them."

"I'm going to take a nap over there. If you have any questions, you can call me."

Cangying nodded: "Go!"

Yanliu instantly smiled broadly, got up from her seat, went to the window, and let out a willow branch. The branch landed on the ground and became a recliner. She kicked off her shoes, sat down, and lay back comfortably.

The nine-tailed orange, used as a decoration on the desk: "..."

Why did he obediently squat on the table as a decoration?

Little Green Dragon Egg: "..."

Why is it placed on a cat's paw as a decoration?

As Cangying lay down, he looked away, sat up straight, and began to look through the documents on the table.

Yanliu lay down without closing her eyes, fiddled with her personal terminal, added Quanjian back after blocking her, and silently took a picture of Cangying handling her affairs and sent it to him.

Quanjian has been fantasizing since yesterday that her High Priest's hair has grown back, his mind has become sharp, he can now pursue his wife, and he will register his marriage with Yanliu. Then their deep-sea mermaid clan can strut around with their heads held high from the Abel Galaxy to the Milky Way.

Unexpectedly, Yanliu sent a message saying that the High Priest's hair had turned white again.

Quanjian watched as his High Priest, sporting a head full of white hair, handled official business for Yanliu, and grabbed Fu Huan, exclaiming, "Husband, husband, husband, look, look! What's going on here?"

Fu Huan almost tripped over his queen's grab, but luckily he had a stable footing and stood firmly on his feet. He looked closely and exclaimed, "Your high priest's hair has turned white again?"

Quanjian gave a heavy "hmm": "Yes, it's white again. What happened? Wasn't it black yesterday? Why is it white today?"

"Last time his hair turned white because Hunter was his destined partner. Hunter stabbed him and his hair started to turn white. It took a long time for it to turn completely white. Why is it white again this time?"

Fu Huan: "..."

Who should he ask?

He was just a lowly shallow-sea mermaid priest; how could he possibly care about the high priest of the deep sea?

"Oh!" Quanjian exclaimed as if he had just remembered something, "I know, I know, my high priest was so angry that his hair turned white after failing to win over his wife."

"Oh my god, that must be it. No, my high priest is so serious and so bad at talking. I have to help him out, or he'll be single forever."

Fu Huan, quick-witted and agile, pulled Quan Jian back and reminded her, "My Queen, can you please stop causing trouble? Look where your High Priest is; he's in Yan Liu's office."

"Why would you go to her office to help her? Aren't you afraid it will backfire?"

These words were like a wake-up call. Quanjian slapped his thigh and said, "That's right. The High Priest is in Yanliu's office, which means the two of them are developing feelings for each other. It wouldn't be right for me to go. I won't go."

"Oh, by the way, do you want my 100-year-old unmarried fish-men from the Shallow Sea Mermaid Clan? If so, pack them up and take them away!"

Fu Huan hesitated for a moment: "The princes and princesses of the shallow sea mermaid clan are willing to marry, but the mermaid king is not."

Quanjian glared at him: "My little fish are all handsome and beautiful, why doesn't he want to? Does he want to fight?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Huan calmly explained, "No, no, it's because he was so angry when he heard that the princesses and princes were going to be live-in sons-in-law and stay in the deep sea for a long time that he was unwilling."

Upon hearing this, Quanjian glared at him angrily: "My son has taken a liking to his son, so I'm making his son a live-in son-in-law and letting his son live in the deep sea for a long time. That's giving him face, and he's still not willing."

"Honey, go tell him, tell your family's mermaid king, why is he unwilling? He dares to be unwilling? I'll go to the Abel Galaxy and drown him!"

Fu Huan gave her queen a thumbs up: "Great idea, yes, drown him! I'll go talk to him right now, calm down, calm down!"

Quanjian grunted and went to extinguish the fire.

After finishing processing several documents, Cangying looked up at Yanliu and found that she had fallen asleep.

The sunlight shone on her, giving her a greenish glow, like a quiet plant.

Before he arrived, he met a maid in the palace and learned that he had not had a proper sleep, play, or rest for 100 years.

After he entered Frost City, she had been handling matters on Earth, and occasionally returned to the Abel system to deal with matters concerning the Troia Empire.

The former emperor and empress of the Troya Empire, Leilos Bo Jichen, had long since abdicated and been handed over to the first heir, Xi Hehe, for hunting. Their whereabouts are unknown, and no one knows where they went.

Jiang Si and Agares went on a trip. They were much better off than the former emperor and empress of the Bitroya Empire. They came back every year, no matter where they went, they would come back for the New Year.

Only Yanliu, only she, worked diligently and conscientiously for the vigorous development of the earth, doing her best and racking her brains, unaware of the hardships and never complaining about them.

The large nine-tailed orange cat figurine on my desk: "!!!!"

Good heavens, good heavens, we've caught a secret admirer.

I never would have guessed that the High Priest of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan was such a closet pervert, secretly in love with little Yanliu!

Little Green Dragon Egg: "..."

It's suffocating, it's suffocating! It can't move, it can't shake. Is this the way to force it to hatch?

It won't break out of its shell, it won't break out of its shell no matter what, it can play inside the shell for another 100 years.

Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I'm just having fun.

Yanliu slept soundly for over ten days, completely carefree.

When she woke up, all the documents on the table were gone, and Cangying was not there either.

But... a nine-tailed cat was perched on the head of her recliner, its amber eyes staring straight at her, as if she owed it a lot of dried fish.

Yanliu threw off the covers and sat up, looking at the big orange cat: "Fatty, what do you mean by looking at me like that?"

The nine-tailed orange cat transformed into Si Mubei, sporting a head of golden hair. Compared to 100 years ago, he was no longer young and had wrinkles, but his eyes shone brightly, like those of a young man: "How many times have I told you, I'm not fat, I'm just furry."

Yanliu Thief gave a perfunctory "oh": "There's an old Chinese saying: 'Of ten oranges, nine are fat, and the tenth is so big it'll knock the bed down.' Which one are you?"

Si Mubei snorted, arrogantly declaring, "I belong to the category of having lots of hair!"

Yanliu rolled her eyes at him, letting him figure it out for himself.

Si Mubei, being thick-skinned and hairy, couldn't comprehend it himself. Sitting next to Yanliu, he nudged her with his body and said, "Yanliu, my little darling, do you know that when you're asleep, the High Priest of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan stares at you like a pervert?"

Yanliu patted the spot where he had nudged her with disgust: "What nonsense are you talking about? He and I are pure, purer than plain water."

Si Mubei pointed to his own eyes: "Look into my eyes and say you two are innocent?"

Yanliu looked into their eyes and said, word by word, "Our relationship is as pure as plain water, as pure as snow on an iceberg!"

Si Mubei: "!!!"

Her eyes were so determined, it shouldn't be like this!

Si Mubei countered, "You have a pure relationship with him, but does he want to have a pure relationship with you?"

Yan Liu slapped Si Mubei on the forehead: "Hey you little kitten, if you're bored, if you want to date, if you want to have kids, I'll go find you a few female kittens."

"Tell me, do you like black cats, tabby cats, tortoiseshell cats, lion cats, or the most beautiful calico cats? Just tell me, and I'll find them for you."

Si Mubei immediately rolled his eyes, disdainfully and arrogantly saying, "Tch, tch, tch, I'm a bachelor, I don't look for cats!"

Yan Liu said "Oh": "If you're not looking for cats, how about foxes? Arctic foxes, red foxes, white foxes, rainbow foxes, red foxes, silver foxes, bat-eared foxes, shadow foxes, sand foxes, Tibetan foxes, whichever breed you like, I'll find it for you."

Si Mubei felt like he was about to choke on his own blood: "I'm a bachelor, I don't date foxes or cats, thank you!"

Yan Liu retorted, "I'm a staunch bachelor too. I don't date men or women, I only focus on my career and my money. Thank you!"

Si Mubei was rebuffed, his ears drooping, and he said listlessly, "Oh, I just wanted to tell you that the High Priest of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan is a repressed pervert. He watches you while you're asleep."

"When he covered you with the blanket, he even tried to touch your face. You've been sleeping for more than ten days, and he's been here day and night, except when he goes to the toilet or drinks water."

"He seems to be processing documents, but he's actually watching you. You're sleeping here, and he's sitting at his desk watching you. The look in his eyes... tsk tsk, it's a good thing you're asleep, otherwise you wouldn't be able to stand it."

Yan Liu glanced at him, stood up, tied her hair into a high ponytail, put on her high heels, and walked away without paying any attention to Si Mu Bei.

Si Mubei called out to her, "Little Yanliu, where are you going?"

Yan Liu turned around and smiled sinisterly, saying, "I'll go to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau to catch a female Tibetan fox for you. You'll be my savior for now. Love you, muah!"

Si Mubei: "!!!"

What the hell is that?! A female Tibetan fox!

He's a cat, he's a cat, he's a cat, he's not a fox, why would I catch a fox?

"Mwah, my foot!"

Stop her, you must stop her! Si Mubei ran out to stop her.

Yanliu had already pulled Cangying, who was holding the little green dragon egg, onto the aircraft.

Si Mubei ran over to chase the aircraft, but the aircraft suddenly took off, and he missed.

Yanliu stretched out her hand and waved it at him.

Si Mubei was so angry that he jumped up and down, roaring and threatening, "Little Yanliu, if you dare to bring back a fox, I'll destroy your den and we'll die together."

Yan Liu stretched out her hand and gave him the middle finger.

Si Mubei: "!!!"

This is unbearable; the poor kitten is about to run away from home.

Forget it, he can't run away from home or leave Earth. The foxes/cats of the orc race will catch him and take him home to breed with their offspring.

To avoid having fox and cat hybrid offspring, let's just live like this, it's fine, it's fine.

As the aircraft left the main city, Cangying held up the little green dragon egg: "Why hasn't it hatched yet?"

He was in love with her, but dared not tell her. Her name seemed to have become a taboo, and he could no longer call her name as freely as before.

The aircraft's autopilot mode has been activated. Yan Liu turned to the side and replied with a smile, "Lazy!"

Her smile was beautiful, with bright white teeth, exuding confidence and captivating charm.

Looking at her smile, Cangying's heart raced, uncontrollably so. Scales sprouted from the back of his hand, and he quickly looked away, lowering his hand: "You fed it a lot of spiritual energy, didn't you?"

Yan Liu saw the scales sprouting from his hand, and she also saw him lower his hand and cover it with his other hand. But the back of the hand that was covering the sprouting scales also sprouted scales, and golden scales sprouted from both the backs of his hands and even his arms.

When Cangying saw Yanliu looking at him, his face paled, and he panicked, pulling at his wide sleeves to cover himself: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Yan Liu frowned, leaned her body towards him, grabbed his wrist, and said with a stern face, "Little golden dragon brat, what's wrong with you? More than 100 years have passed, why is your body still not well? Why are you still sprouting scales?"

Cangying's breathing suddenly became shallow, because of Yanliu's touch, golden scales sprouted on not only his hands, but also his arms, neck, and face...