Later, Luo Jiujiang thought about it and felt that he should have been more vigilant about Han Qianling's actions.
Qianling had advised Luo Jiujiang to say goodbye to his friends one by one. While this was consistent with his usual meticulous thinking and his usual thoughtfulness and consideration for Luo Jiujiang, judging by what happened next, the ritual actually felt more significant.
It's just that they are too familiar with each other, familiar with the mentality behind each other's every move, familiar with the logic when each other thinks, and familiar with each other's blind spots - because of familiarity, they are easily deceived.
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Yin Bansi still looked the same as before they parted, cold and gloomy. If he leaned against someone else's window at night, he could set the popular tone for Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio for the next hundred years.
He preferred not to gossip, and while he was somewhat delighted to see Luo Jiujiang, he kept it a secret, not showing it clearly. However, he did ask Luo Jiujiang a question, not saying it out loud, but whispering, "Were you the one who formed the baby half a month ago?"
He was referring to the unprecedentedly brilliant silver lightning tribulation that illuminated half the sky when Luo Jiujiang was undergoing the Nascent Soul Tribulation.
Luo Jiujiang nodded.
In reality, the Nascent Soul had formed long before, nearly two weeks earlier. However, postponing the Nascent Soul's tribulation was unprecedented in the world of cultivation, making it a rather confusing matter. Luo Jiujiang had no habit of concealing secrets from his friends, but since Yin Bansi was so cautious, he wasn't in a rush to speak.
Seeing Luo Jiujiang nodded, Yin Bansi's face, which was not covered by his hair, showed an expression of "as expected".
After confirming the news with Luo Jiujiang, Yin Bansi's eyes turned slightly. The moment he saw Qian Ling standing not far away, his pupils shrank slightly, and the half of his dry face exposed suddenly tightened. Because of his thin skin and little flesh, his face was uneven and showed a distorted expression.
"Your Taoist partner?" he asked.
"That's right, Brother Yin, haven't you seen him before?" When Luo Jiujiang heard the word "Daoist companion", his eyes brightened up and his whole handsome face seemed to emit light.
"He wants to kill me." Yin Bansi's voice was eerie, hoarse, and low, but the certainty in his tone left no room for doubt: "This man is filled with the aura of death."
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Seeing Luo Jiujiang's face darken and frown because of this sentence, Yin Bansi sneered: "Do you find it unpleasant to the ear? The truth is never pleasant to hear."
"No." Luo Jiujiang smiled bitterly. "He actually has no ill will towards Brother Yin. Perhaps his attitude is a little cold. Brother Yin, don't take it to heart. I'll have a good chat with him later."
According to Yin Bandi's temperament, he should have responded to this situation with "Why bother talking about it? I can give you a good medicine that will solve the problem once and for all." However, Luo Jiujiang still had some privileges in his hands, and Yin Bandi was not willing to interfere in the couple's affairs.
"Be careful." Yin Bansi said slowly: "If you need anything, you can come to me."
He didn't say what he needed, so Luo Jiujiang would never know whether he was referring to his advice, his help, his medicine, or his own flesh and blood.
But he knew that as long as he and Yin Bansi asked, his friends would give him these things.
But facing Han Qianling, he didn't need anything.
"Qianling, did you have murderous intentions towards Brother Yin just now?" Luo Jiujiang walked back to Han Qianling and asked directly, "I want to know what happened to you."
"Should we go directly to Miss Feng Xue, or would you like to meet someone from the Spirit Snake Realm first?"
"...Qianling."
"Okay." Han Qianling clasped Luo Jiujiang's hand again and promised, "As long as you're by my side, I'll never lose control... I'll tell you everything after I form my infant."
At this moment, with a strange smile on his face, he repeated to Luo Jiujiang: "I will tell you everything."
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Han Qianling chose a plain with abundant grass and water as the place for the baby to be conceived.
He took the initiative to ask Luo Jiujiang to come and protect him. Of course, even if he didn't ask, how could Luo Jiujiang abandon him alone when he was forming his infant?
Before the baby was about to be formed, Han Qianling dragged Luo Jiujiang to make love for another night. Although his attitude towards such things had always been a little tougher than before after he left the heart of the Holy Mountain, this night was unprecedentedly indulgent and crazy.
During the whole process, he kept calling Luo Jiujiang's name softly, but it seemed as if he was just talking to himself and did not ask for much response from Luo Jiujiang.
He seemed to have drawn some kind of power that could not be underestimated from the simple syllables of the two words "Jiujiang", or he seemed to have felt supreme control and satisfaction through the pronunciation of these two words.
When the two of them finished their rest the next day, Han Qianling sat down cross-legged in front of Luo Jiujiang, no longer suppressing the spiritual energy that was surging like a tide in his body and had been raging and boiling for a long time, and actively responded to the fate he had long known.
Thunderclouds gathered in the sky, and the black calamity clouds seemed to be able to drip ink. There were nine of them from beginning to end. Unlike Luo Jiujiang, who was unwilling to play by the rules and even the thunderclouds were always changing color, Han Qianling suffered nine regular heavenly calamities.
The bodies of exotic beasts are inherently formidable, and the body of a divine dragon is naturally even more extraordinary. Han Qianling possessed the source of his Dao and his inheritance, so coping with the thunder tribulation was naturally no problem. Even after the nine thunderbolts had passed, Han Qianling's attire from head to toe remained neat and clean, his face as beautiful as ever, and not even a single hair had been singed.
Luo Jiujiang had no fear of the thunder tribulation himself, but he had clenched his fists nervously watching Han Qianling do it. Now, as he loosened his grip, he felt his palms soaked with sweat. He cheered and leaped in front of Han Qianling, trying to high-five him, but Han Qianling grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into his arms.
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