"Where does it hurt?"
There was concern in Iriels' insect eyes. He didn't care that his tentacles were being held, and he wrapped his tentacles around the other person's wrist. He lowered his head and rubbed the top of the other person's head with his insect kiss, trying to relieve Jing Xia's pain.
Jing Xia took deep breaths, suppressing the urge to tear apart everything in sight. He released the soft tentacles in his palms, swallowed the dragon flames gathering in his throat, and muffledly said, "It's okay..."
It would be strange if nothing happened...
He felt his blood boiling and wanted to transform into the Abyss Dragon immediately, but his soul told him that if he transformed into the Abyss Dragon in this state, he would most likely lose his mind and fight with Yirui on the spot, a fight to the death... After all, they were both the uncrowned kings of the world.
Having lost his mind, he only has the instinct of the Abyss Dragon left - to act recklessly and claim the throne as king.
While Jing Xia was fighting against his instinct, he also took the time to look around him.
Fortunately, it was probably Emperor Xiu who asked Yirui to bring me into the treasury... Otherwise, if I stayed outside in this situation, I might very well blow up the entire empire at any time.
Jing Xia let out a whimper like a baby dragon from his throat, turned over, and buried his face in the fur on Iriels's insect-shaped abdomen. He resisted the urge to clutch the fur under him, and casually grabbed the golden coins piled around him with his hands and held them tightly.
Under Jing Xia's body temperature and strength, the scattered gold coins melted into a spherical object that could just be held in one hand.
Iriels silently watched the gold oozing from Jingxia's fingertips. It seemed that Xiaoxia had restrained herself when pinching his tentacles. He silently raised his tail and gently patted Jingxia's back.
Reason told Jing Xia that he should let Iriels out first. But his body's instincts were conflicting. On the one hand, he wanted to suppress the entire Zerg, tear off its wings, break its silver tail and claws, and make it his own collection; on the other hand, he coveted the comfortable coolness that came from skin contact, wanting more...
Jing Xia buried his entire face in the black and silver fur, wetting the entire soft fur.
No, this is Mumu... Jingyi... Iriels, the one he swore to help him grow up smoothly... the one he agreed to grow up with... his companion... his best friend... the one he loves.
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