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Lu Rong's weak hand wanted to touch his heart, but it softened before it could touch his heart, and rested softly on his heart, pressing on that hot place.
She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but her voice was hoarse.
"Zhou Li, what's wrong with your chest?"
When Zhou Li heard her hoarse voice, he couldn't help but smile. He reached out to take the teapot and carefully fed her some warm water.
Lu Rong drank a few sips from his hand and fell asleep with her head on his shoulder.
Zhou Li saw that her face was still flushed, as if she had not yet recovered from the afterglow, and the person looking at her wanted to bring her back to the passion just now.
He reached out and brushed the sweaty hair away from her forehead, staring at her for a long time.
There was neither joy nor excitement in his eyes, only a subtle sense of melancholy.
Just now he wanted to practice spiritual cultivation with her, but her spiritual sea did not open to let him in.
The spiritual sea is the most important place for people who practice Taoism. It can accommodate a person's observations, knowledge, and feelings, which are ever-changing. Some people's spiritual sea is only an inch in size, while others are as vast as the ocean. This is closely related to the heart of the person who practices Taoism.
Therefore, the Linghai is the most secret place for people who practice Taoism, and generally others are not allowed to set foot there.
Only two people who are in love with each other can enter with mutual permission. Anyone who trespasses without permission will seriously injure the other person's spiritual sea, which may cause the person's qi and blood to flow backwards and their cultivation to plummet.
Lu Rong didn't want to practice spiritual cultivation with him, and he didn't dare to force his way into her spiritual sea.
Without the Purifying Pearl, even if he was angry, he couldn't completely possess her.
The physical desire could not be relieved, and it felt like a fire was burning inside him, trying to burn his body to ashes.
Zhou Li's breathing was suppressed and heavy, and hot sweat kept dripping down his jaw, along his neck, across his Adam's apple, and finally dripping onto her thin and tender skin.
Lu Rong hummed, moved slightly, and pressed closer to him.
Zhou Li hugged her tightly in his arms, fitting her tightly together, as if he wanted to integrate her into his bones.
In the end, he seemed to have no choice but to compromise and give up on himself. He lowered his head and gently bit her ear: "You are the worst."
In fact, Zhou Li did not like the feeling of being controlled by desire, but he was addicted to the loss of control brought to him by Lu Rong.
It's like a drowning person, trying to struggle but continuing to sink, until all struggle is gone and all he wants to do is keep sinking.
So even though he knew that everything Lu Rong did was because of the mission, he would still lose control and want to possess her.
He knew that the possessiveness he had felt for her since childhood had turned into a strange emotion as they got to know each other better.
He thought she could only look at him, and he was the only one around her.
He looked at her sleeping peacefully, reached out to put Lu Rong down, and suddenly retracted the tail that was wrapped around her thigh, disappearing into the hem of her clothes.
Zhou Li breathed a sigh of relief, cleaned her, changed her underwear, and changed the mattress before putting her down.
He covered her with the quilt and kissed her between the eyebrows. Then he stood up and walked to the door, opened it and let the wind from outside blow in.
The night wind was chilly, blowing up his clothes and wide sleeves. In the dim candlelight, half of his face was covered with a sinister look.
He looked at the dark night above with an expressionless face, as if an abyss was about to swallow up the entire Nan'an City.
He closed the door and disappeared, flying towards the statue of the goddess in the center of Nan'an City.
Zhou Li gracefully flew up and landed on the top of the goddess statue, shouting in a low voice: "Get out!"
Then, in the darkness, one could see countless black air surging from all directions, and eventually formed three men under the statue of the goddess.
The three of them looked up at Zhou Li with respectful expressions, but they did not kneel down like Lu Fang. Especially the leader, who said pretentiously: "We welcome the return of the emperor."
There was even disdain in his tone.
Zhou Li looked down at the three people from above, then flew down, his clothes fluttering like an immortal descending.
But when the immortal fell to the ground, the first thing that spurted out was bright red blood.
Bing Lie stabbed the leader in the throat with one sword, and bright red blood pooled on the ground.
Zhou Li stepped on the ice-cracked sword and looked at the remaining two people with his eyes that seemed to be brewing a biting cold wind.
The two men were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and hurriedly shouted, "My Lord, spare our lives!"
Zhou Li sneered disdainfully, revealing some emotion, but also a chilling chill that made people feel terrified: "If you are disrespectful, why kneel before me?"
Zhou Li moved his fingers slightly, and the powerful force sent the remaining two people flying. They fell heavily to the ground and spit out blood, unable to even get up.
Zhou Li waved his sleeves lightly and said nonchalantly, "It seems that I have been too kind in the past."
The smile on his lips deepened. He picked up a falling leaf and threw it out. The leaf pierced the second person's heart, causing him to explode and die instantly.
The remaining man was so frightened that he dared not even breathe. Even though his lip was bleeding, he quickly knelt down, his whole body filled with fear: "Emperor, Your Majesty! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Zhou Li came down from the ice crack, stepped on the corpse of the first person, and stepped onto the clean ground. He no longer had the cold and aloof demeanor he had in the Xuanyang Sect, but more like a demon full of hostility in the Yama Palace.
He walked up to him, half-closed his eyes and said indifferently: "Then what is your value?"
"I know something!" He spoke quickly, anxious to survive. "The three of us came to Nan'an City to obtain the remaining divine power of the goddess and bring it back to the demon world to eliminate the miasma."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Li's expression, and the next moment, a cold hand pinched his neck tightly.
Zhou Li: "Then why did you move Lu Rong?"
The man's face turned pale as he tried to struggle, but Zhou Li smiled and tightened his grip, "Speak."
"Because, because this is a deal. The goddess of Nan'an City will be jealous of women who are prettier than her. She will kill all those who are prettier than her. Only by killing her will the goddess appear. Lu Rong has been targeted by the people of Nan'an City, so we want to kill her."
"Heh." Zhou Li scoffed. He moved his knuckles, and heard the sound of bones cracking. The only survivor was thrown to the ground without a breath. The three corpses looked particularly miserable in the night. "Waste."
"Throw it back to the demon world." Zhou Li ordered calmly. Lu Fang, who had been hiding in the dark, heard the order and hurried out.
Zhou Li was not surprised by his appearance. After Lu Fang tied the three bodies together, he said worriedly: "My Lord, Nan'an City has actually been controlled by the demon world. I don't know what they are going to do."
Lu Fang's power has been marginalized by Cheng Liu over the years, and he knows very little.
"They just said they want divine power." Zhou Li looked at the statue of the goddess standing quietly in the night.
There is indeed some divine power remaining in the statue of the goddess, but the divine power and the demonic power are in conflict, and they have other purposes.
And a goddess may not necessarily still be a goddess.
Lu Fang was silent for a moment. Just as Zhou Li was about to turn and leave, Lu Fang, perhaps noticing his expression, asked worriedly, "Royal Lord, haven't you practiced spiritual cultivation with Miss Lu Rong yet?"
Zhou Li glanced at him sideways, his eyes showing displeasure: "Don't ask."
Lu Fang didn't want to ask, but he couldn't help but worry in his heart: "Royal Lord, once the reverse scale pattern is fully formed, if you haven't practiced dual cultivation with Miss Lu yet, you will suffer backlash, and it may even affect your cultivation."
Zhou Li naturally knew this. He could feel that every time he lost control of Lu Rong, the demonic fire in his body would become more vigorous, while the spiritual power in his body would decrease.
"I know my limits." He simply responded to Lu Fang's words and flew away back to the inn.
It was already late at night and everyone was asleep. Zhou Li gently pushed open the door. There was no candlelight in the room and it was so dark that he couldn't see clearly.
Zhou Li walked to the bed, looked at the quilt that was kicked off the bed, bent down, picked it up and gently covered her with it.
He knew Lu Rong's sleeping posture, and as soon as the quilt covered her legs, she began to kick it away restlessly.
Zhou Li sat on the edge of the bed, pressing down on her and preventing her from kicking the quilt.
Lu Rong grumbled, turned over, pressed his hand with his legs, and whispered in his sleep: "Zhou Li...thirsty...thirsty."
"I want to drink water." She muttered in a daze, then pursed her lips. Zhou Li stood up, poured her a glass of water, supported her, and fed her two glasses.
Lu Rong was not awake after drinking the water. She leaned in his arms, put her arms around his waist, put her face on his neck and continued to sleep. It was obvious that she was completely dependent on and trusted him.
Zhou Li pulled the quilt over her and sat quietly holding her in his arms.
The person in her arms was warm, but his body was cold. Only the place where she was touching him had a little human warmth.
At this moment, Zhou Li understood the difference between him and Lu Rong more clearly than ever before.
He placed his palm against his chest, thinking of the blood-red scales hidden under his clothes that had begun to show clear outlines. The demonic energy in his body, which he could easily control before, now required him to impose restrictions to control it.
He thought that one day the evil spirit in his body would be completely out of control, and he knew that day was not far away.
When that day comes, how will she see herself?
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When Lu Rong woke up the next day, it was bright outside. She opened her eyes and saw a flawless profile. The long eyelashes drooped over the pair of eyes that were always cold.
Without majesty and sharpness, he only looks like the purest masculinity.
Lu Rong's face turned red when she thought about what she and Zhou Li had done last night. She really taught him how to practice dual cultivation.
Although he used the tail
Lu Rong thought of his tail, bit his lip, and glared at the person who was still sleeping.
I thought those two on this guy were just for show!
Lu Rong looked down and was a little curious whether Zhou Li really only had quantity and size.
The hand in the quilt wanted to explore restlessly, but before it touched anything, it was held by a large palm the next moment.
Her heart skipped a beat and she looked up to see Zhou Li staring at her.
"Not enough?" he whispered.
Lu Rong was so ashamed: "You are pretending to be asleep!"
"No, I'm practicing." Zhou Li held her hand under the quilt. "Is this what you were thinking about when you woke up?"
"I just want to know if you really can't do it." Lu Rong said and tried to pull his hand back.
Zhou Li smiled meaningfully: "It seems you don't like my tail."
As he spoke, Lu Rong felt the smooth tail wrapped around her ankles.
Lu Rong thought about what his tail did last night and trembled nervously: "You pervert!"
Zhou Li controlled his tail and wrapped it around her knees, then leaned close to her ear and asked, "Don't you like it?"
Lu Rong felt that the tip of his tail was about to bully her again. She pursed her still red lips and refused to be outdone: "Are you really not capable of this?"
Zhou Li: “…”
Seeing her expression, he was really suspicious. He was so angry that he wanted to laugh. He pinched her face and lowered his head to kiss her lips fiercely.
His knee pushed her knees apart, and Lu Rong suddenly opened her eyes wide and hummed a few times.
Zhou Li's voice was hoarse: "Is it not possible?"
Lu Rong raised his waist to avoid the frightening thing.
He didn't let her go, staring into her eyes: "Lu Rong, I can't bear it anymore and I wish I could kill you."
Lu Rong thought that he really seemed like he was about to explode.
Her breathing was unstable, and she asked in a trembling voice: "Last night... could you..."
She didn't dare say anything more because Zhou Li was pressing against her like a hungry wolf.
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