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Nan Qing stepped outside the boundary and stood facing Mo Long in mid-air.
She gazed at the black dragon surging with malevolent energy before her, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. Nan Qing tried hard to recall, but still couldn't remember when she had ever seen an ancient black dragon.
"Have we seen it?"
Upon hearing the sound, the black dragon's claws unconsciously tightened and then loosened in the void.
He wanted to say that he had seen them.
Long, long ago, when he was still inside the dragon egg, he spent his days and nights with her.
Mo Bei wanted to get closer, but he was afraid that his murderous aura would harm her.
Nan Qing saw his concerns and suddenly reached out, condensing a wisp of pure, five-colored divine light containing the "power of creation" at his fingertips, and pointed it at the forehead of the black dragon.
The malevolent energy collided with the divine light, causing the void to tremble.
But that divine light also contained the power of creation, which resolved the riot.
When the light faded, the giant dragon that had been coiled there was gone, replaced by a man in black clothes and with dark hair, standing in mid-air.
The man had dark eyebrows and eyes, blood-red lips, and dark golden pupils with a hint of malevolence, giving him an eerie beauty.
When he looked at her, there was still an unyielding obsession between his brows.
Moreover, Nan Qing also sensed a trace of her own creative power within him.
That wasn't something I just picked up; it must have happened some time before.
Because that power of creation had already been integrated into his bones and blood.
Having traveled through many small worlds and watched countless melodramatic TV dramas and read numerous novels, Nan Qing's thoughts involuntarily drifted for a moment.
Did she suffer from amnesia?
For example... she actually knew this black dragon ten thousand years ago, but later, due to some melodramatic plot twists, she lost her memory and couldn't remember it?
However, this thought only crossed my mind briefly, because it was utterly impossible.
Mo Bei watched as the expressions on her face changed one after another, a hint of helplessness and indulgence appearing in his eyes.
How could he not know her well? Seeing her expression, he knew she was probably thinking about something unrelated again.
“I was by your side before you took human form.”
His voice was deep, carrying a hint of suppressed longing.
Nan Qing was stunned.
Before it took form?
She suddenly remembered that in those hazy dreams, there always seemed to be a dark shadow crawling on her body, and sometimes she would hear a soft "tap-tap" sound, like the sound of claws touching stone.
Sometimes, warm breath would brush against her, making her feel ticklish.
In fact, she had opened her eyes once and saw a small black snake coiled around her body, and a large black dragon behind her.
“So…” she began hesitantly.
"Was that little black snake that was always sharpening its claws on me back then?"
Mo Bei: "..."
He paused for a moment, his ears turning slightly red, and whispered, "...It's not for sharpening claws."
"What is that?"
"I want to touch you..."
"Then did you secretly absorb my power of creation?"
".....?"
His previously deep and determined expression suddenly froze, and his demeanor became somewhat unnatural.
"...It did brush against me a little."
Nan Qing: "..."
Good grief, it turns out it wasn't some tragic love story at all, but rather a rogue dragon stealing someone's house.
It turns out that this person had been sneaking around ever since then.
but.....
Nan Qing raised her hand, and a five-colored jade throne appeared behind her. Beneath the throne, layers of auspicious clouds supported it, and the backrest was engraved with the patterns of the stars in the sky, with a five-colored halo flowing across its surface.
She leaned lazily against the jade throne, her eyes sparkling, and beckoned to Mo Bei with her finger.
"come over."
Two words, light and airy, yet they made Mo Bei freeze.
Although he had lured her to spend more than ten lifetimes with him in the mortal realm, he had never been so close to her in the hundreds of thousands of years since.
He instinctively took a step, but stopped as he took it, and whispered:
"...I still have some malevolent energy left on me."
Whether facing the Heavenly Emperor or the Underworld Lord, he always maintained an exceptionally cold and indifferent demeanor, but when facing Nan Qing, he appeared somewhat nervous and uneasy.
Nan Qing chuckled, a wisp of five-colored divine light condensing at her fingertips, which she pointed in mid-air.
"It's gone now."
The light, like silk threads, wrapped around Mo Bei's wrist, gently pulling him towards her.
Mexico did not resist at all.
He took a few steps forward following her momentum, and finally knelt down on one knee in front of her jade throne.
He looked up, which brought the two of them extremely close.
As I got closer... I smelled that subtle, alluring fragrance emanating from her again.
It was even closer than before, when he lay on the rock, gazing at her intently through the crystal wall.
Looking at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face in front of me.
Mo Bei's throat bobbed silently.
He suddenly remembered how, over those long years, he had used his claws to trace her outline on the stone, and how he could only gaze at her from afar.
But now.
She was right in front of him.
It was alive and well, capable of laughing, getting angry, and even picking at his chin with its fingertips.
"You stole so much of my power of creation, tell me, how are you going to repay me?"
Nan Qing leaned slightly forward, her silver hair falling onto his knees, carrying a hint of mockery.
The sensation of his chin being lifted by fingertips was so vivid that it made Mo Bei's blood seem to freeze for a moment.
"I......"
"Hmm?" Nan Qing deliberately moved closer.
"Are you trying to renege on your debt?"
She clicked her tongue lightly and continued, "But this isn't the first or second time you've tried to renege on my debts."
As she spoke, she tried to let go.
Mo Bei suddenly raised his hand, his large palm enveloping her wrist, and pressed her slender fingertips back to his chin.
"What does Qingqing want?"
The moment he uttered the word "Qingqing," he trembled.
Although the two had countless intimate moments in the mortal realm, and he had called her "Qingqing" countless times.
But now that they are both their original selves, this "Qingqing" is the first time in a true sense.
Nan Qing blushed at his sudden action and intimacy.
"Who gave you permission to call me that?"
She deliberately put on a stern face, her voice upright, but her fingertips lightly brushed against his chin.
This little dragon is really good-looking.
Noticing her subtle movements, Mo Bei subtly curled the corners of his mouth. She was still the same, unable to resist his temptation.
"But Qingqing used to really like me calling you that."
Mo Bei's words caused all of Nan Qing's deeply buried memories to surface.
When she leaned sleepily on his shoulder, he liked to whisper "Qingqing" to her.
When the candles were burning brightly in the warm bedchamber, he would also whisper "Qingqing" in her earlobe.
Even in the face of death, he stubbornly called out "Qingqing" again and again.
but.
So what!
When it comes to flirting, Nan Qing felt she couldn't lose.
She calmly retorted, "That was in the lower realm; you're not allowed to shout there now!"
Mo Bei smiled, and slowly moved his hand, which was holding her wrist, upward to cover her entire small hand.
"Then... how would you like me to address you, God?"
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