After getting away from the crowd, Zhuang Li let go of Bei Ming's ear and pondered, "What do you think the Lord of the Apocalypse will do next? He's tried freezing, rising temperatures, floods, meteorites—what else is there?"
Bei Ming shook his head guiltily: "I don't know. Let's just wait."
Zhuang Li looked up at the sky.
High above the dome, the rolling dark clouds gradually dissipated, revealing the long-lost sun. Warm rays of light, like golden raindrops, sprinkled across the sky and the ground.
Zhuang Li guessed, "He probably won't make another move today."
Bei Ming stared at the man intently, his voice hoarse as he responded. He cared more about what was before him than the Lord of the Apocalypse.
Zhuang Li felt his burning gaze and asked with a smile, "Do you know why I like mantis shrimp?"
Bei Ming: “…I don’t know.”
Zhuang Li continued to ask, "Then do you know what mantis shrimp are used for?"
Bei Ming: "...to eat with?"
Zhuang Li shook his head: "No, mantis shrimps are meant to be ridden."
Bei Ming was stunned for a long time before he gradually understood the meaning of this sentence, and his fair ears turned red instantly.
Zhuang Li grabbed his burning ears and said with a smile, "Let's go ride on the Mantis shrimp."
Bei Ming's mind had already flashed with the corresponding picture: being ridden by Dr. Zhuang or something like that?
Oh no, my nose is about to bleed.
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After a gallop, Bei Ming hugged the exhausted Dr. Zhuang and fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, he felt someone was peeping at him. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to find an unusually tall man standing beside his bed.
And that person had a face exactly like his!
Bei Ming immediately sat up, blocking Dr. Zhuang with one hand and staring at the man with a fierce look in his eyes with the other.
The man was wearing a black T-shirt and camouflage pants, his muscles bulging and covered in scars. It was clear that he had experienced a hell of blood and fire and was an extremely dangerous person.
The other person's dark and deep eyes looked at him without blinking, with scrutiny and a hint of imperceptible coldness in his eyes.
Bei Ming quickly hugged Dr. Zhuang tightly, and his muscles tensed up.
"I'm here to see my lover." The man spoke in a deep voice, and his cold gaze turned into indescribable tenderness when it fell on Zhuang Li.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Zhuang Li's round shoulders covered with red marks.
"Don't touch him!" Bei Ming tightly grasped the man's wrist, but was horrified to find that even as strong as he was, he was completely unable to resist the man's tremendous strength.
The other party still stretched out his hand, gently stroked Zhuang Li's shoulder with his cold fingertips, and then stroked a small red mark on it.
Looking at these traces of passion, he couldn't help but snort coldly.
"I am you and you are me. If you can touch him, then of course I can too." The man said the incredible words in a low voice.
Bei Ming was stunned.
The man caressed Zhuang Li's sleeping face with reluctance, then, with all his self-control, he slowly took two steps back. He stood by the bed, looking down at Bei Ming with a cold tone, "I sensed he was very close, so I came to see him."
Bei Ming gently let go of Dr. Zhuang and stood up from the bed. Strength was secretly gathering in his body, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
The man had no intention of getting closer, but instead stepped back step by step, and finally sat on the single sofa opposite the bed.
"You can't defeat me." He said calmly, "You are just an incarnation of me. All your strength comes from me."
"Were you the one who destroyed the world before?" The murderous intent in Bei Ming's eyes became even stronger.
"Of course not. How could I possibly destroy the world when the one I love most is here? Moreover, this entire universe belongs to me. The more vibrant it is, the greater my power will be." The man propped his forehead with his index finger and said calmly, "An alien god used those taskers to continuously plunder my power. I gradually grew weaker, and my universe was also heading towards extinction. I thought I would die until he appeared."
The man's gentle gaze remained fixed on the sleeping Zhuang Li for a long time, and his deep love poured out.
"That Lord of the Apocalypse is a minion of an alien god. His so-called divine power was stolen from me. But he lacks godhood and cannot retain this power. Therefore, he needs to constantly destroy one world after another, absorbing the vitality of an entire world to maintain the existence of his divine power.
"Once his plan to destroy a world fails, without the life force of that world to replenish him, he will die. Just like a drug addict who falls into madness once they lack the comfort of drugs. They can never become stronger, they are just drinking poison to quench their thirst."
The man paused for a few seconds, then chuckled, "These people may never realize until their death how fragile they are."
Bei Ming listened intently. He could feel his own strength resonating with the man's.
And the once powerful self was as small as a speck of dust in front of the man.
"Since you are so powerful, why don't you come to protect this world?" Bei Ming asked.
"Because my mission is to kill the foreign god. Only when he dies will everything truly end." The man said coldly.
"Then why are you running here now?" Bei Ming moved slowly, completely blocking Dr. Zhuang on the bed.
The man seemed unaware of his defensive behavior and slowly said, "Because I can't suppress my longing and desire for him, I want to see him. I've waited too long—"
He paused for a moment, his eyes, as sharp as cold stars, fixed firmly on Bei Ming, and continued, "So, can you lend me your body?"
This was a question, but Bei Ming had no right to refuse. By the time he realized what the other party wanted to do, the man's figure had completely merged with his body.
The man strode to the bedside, bent down, and placed his arms on both sides of Zhuang Li's body, holding him in his arms. He used his focused gaze to depict the face he loved inch by inch.
The hot breath he exhaled finally woke up the sleeping Zhuang Li.
"What are you doing?" Zhuang Li muttered lazily.
The man chuckled softly, then lowered his head for a deep kiss. At first, he kissed gently and carefully, slowly swirling his lips and tongue, exploring the sweet lips he'd longed for day and night. But as the kiss progressed, he couldn't contain his inner desire and began to plunder frantically.
This is a kiss full of strong longing, and also a kiss full of possessiveness.
But Bei Ming's kiss was not like that. He could be passionate sometimes, but most of the time it was gentle, even a little flattering.
Zhuang Li grabbed the man's hair and pulled his head back hard, a cold smile forming between his swollen lips: "Who are you?"
The man did not answer, but stared at him intently with a pair of dark eyes.
Zhuang Li was also staring at the other person, the coldness on his face slowly fading away, and he murmured, "Which world are you from?"
The man with a cold face showed a gentle smile: "I know you can recognize me." As soon as he finished speaking, the hot lips covered hers again.
Zhuang Li let go of his hair and responded to the kiss.
The man laughed softly, pressing his beloved woman beneath him, interlocking their fingers and kissing her passionately. From frenzy to tenderness, from a violent storm to a gentle drizzle, he kissed Zhuang Li, sometimes eagerly, sometimes passionately, as if this kiss would last a lifetime.
After more than ten minutes, he reluctantly let go of those sweet lips and turned to kiss her neck.
Zhuang Li turned his head away and refused decisively: "No."
The man asked in a hoarse voice, "Why?"
"If I go to your world in the future, and Bei Ming follows me and wants to sleep with me, and I happily agree, how would you feel?" Zhuang Li asked with a raised eyebrow.
The man chuckled softly, "He can't catch up with my world."
The indifference and nonchalance implied in his words revealed him to be a strong and overbearing person. However, he stopped all intimate actions and said gently, "If you say no, I will stop."
Zhuang Li stared at him intently, his serious expression suddenly transforming into a contented chuckle. No matter what this person became, his love for him would remain unchanged. He would still respect him, protect him, and honor his wishes.
Seeing his lover's lazy and relaxed smile, the man also chuckled.
His cold eyes and brows were tinged with an indescribable softness.
"My name is Xuanming." He suddenly said.
"Which Xuan?" Zhuang Li looked at him intently.
"Mysterious, Xuan. I come from the Source World, the place where I was born. The tasker calls it the Savage Land." Xuan Ming gently caressed his lover's cheek, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection. "You are getting closer and closer to me. I can't suppress my desire to see you, so I came."
"How can I get to your place?" Zhuang Li asked immediately.
"From the surface world into the inner world, you can reach the wilderness. You are very close to me." Xuan Ming kissed his lover's red lips and murmured, "I should go now."
Zhuang Li quickly grabbed his hand and ordered, "Stay alive and wait for me!"
The man chuckled in a deep voice: "Of course, you are my anchor." He grabbed Zhuang Li's hand and placed it on his chest.
Zhuang Li instantly remembered the agreement he had made with this person. Therefore, no matter how many hardships they encountered, as long as they clenched their fists and silently recited each other's names, they would always be able to meet again alive.
Zhuang Li's palm touched a hot mark, which was the anchor he had branded on the man's heart.
He hugged the man's neck and kissed him eagerly.
The man also hugged him tightly, smiled softly and kissed him back.
After a moment, the tenderness in the man's eyes disappeared, replaced by confusion, and the frantic, passionate kiss became calm and intense. It was Bei Ming who had returned. He still remembered what had just happened, but he continued the kiss naturally.
Zhuang Li slowly regained his composure.
Bei Ming hugged him tightly and asked anxiously, "Who of us is better at kissing?"
Zhuang Li was pondering what was the outer world and what was the inner world when he was suddenly amused.
He quickly comforted: "You are more powerful."
The words fell into my heart and I exclaimed: "You kissed me so hard that my head was dizzy. Of course you are more powerful."
Bei Ming, who was originally a little skeptical, immediately showed a satisfied expression.
Zhuang Li closed his mind and secretly laughed and sighed: This fool...
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