"We will be together forever!"
Ruan Tang's hoarse cries, each word seemed to be uttered with all her might.
The little girl's helpless cries flowed like molten lava through the man's desolate world.
He held her body and shuddered violently.
Those empty, chilling eyes seemed to have been forcibly scalded open by the scalding magma.
His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, and his dry lips twitched several times before he managed to squeeze out a few broken syllables from deep within his chest.
"Tangtang...don't cry."
The sound was like it had been crushed by countless grains of sand, yet it conveyed a sense of humility and cherishing, as if one were holding a priceless treasure after something has been lost and then regained.
These words are more heartwarming than any sweet talk in the world.
Ruan Tang's tears flowed even more fiercely, like beads falling from a broken string, unstoppable.
Yan Yu leaned in and kissed away the salty tears from the corner of her eyes with his cool lips, with utmost devotion.
His kisses traveled down her delicate nose.
Finally, it landed on her lips, which were also salty and wet with tears.
After a tender sketch, he pried open the girl's lips and teeth, and with a maddening possessiveness, greedily savored her unique sweetness.
After a long while, until the little girl in his arms was almost out of breath and gently pounded his chest, he finally loosened his grip slightly.
Their foreheads touched, their hot breaths mingling together.
"Tangtang," he gasped, his dark eyes, which had once again reflected her image, were still bloodshot, but now held an urgent, desperate longing, as if grasping at a lifeline, "How can I test... whether I have spiritual roots?"
Tears still clung to Ruan Tang's long eyelashes; she was still dazed from his kisses. Hearing this, she hiccuped and replied with a heavy nasal tone:
"I, I'll take you into the space... for testing."
As she spoke, she hugged him even tighter with her small hands that were still wrapped around his neck.
A thought crossed my mind.
Yan Yu felt a slight distortion in the scenery before his eyes, and the next second, the world had changed.
This was his first time entering Ruan Tang's space.
But he had no time to pay attention to the rare and precious materials around him that were radiating a shimmering light, nor could he see the magnificent palace in the distance.
His entire being was captivated by the richer, sweet scent that lingered around his nose, a scent uniquely hers.
This is her world.
Ruan Tang pulled him along, and they went to the puppet room as if they knew the way well. She took a black stone that was about half a person tall and had an unremarkable appearance from the puppet granny.
At the top of the stone is a smooth, concave disc.
"Put your hand on it."
She tilted her head up, her bright red almond-shaped eyes filled with earnestness and anticipation.
"Use all your strength."
Yan Yu did as instructed and placed his hands on the cold stone plate.
He took a deep breath and mobilized the familiar yet unfamiliar power he called "metal-type ability," pouring it into it without reservation.
Buzz—!
A dazzling, solid golden light shot up from the spirit-testing stone!
The light was domineering, sharp, and piercing, instantly breaking through the roof of the puppet room and soaring into the sky!
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