Qingyuan lowered his eyes and looked at her features, which were mixed with the lamplight in the night.
Gentle and lovely.
With an undisguised and blatant concern for him.
He raised an eyebrow and said in a deep voice, "Who told you that my demonic power is exhausted?"
"Huh?" Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.
Qingyuan held the back of her neck, leaned down, and kissed her lips deeply.
"Ugh—!"
Shen Zhiyi's pupils contracted suddenly, and her mind went blank.
All sounds receded in an instant.
She could not hear the roar of the river, Li Xianchuan's furious and devastating shouts, or the noisy voices from the distant bank.
All senses converge into one place.
All that remained was the cool, soft touch on her lips and his hot breath.
He kissed her lips.
They even pry open the jaw and hook the soft tongue.
He put his arm around her waist, ignoring everyone's gaze, and forced her to stand on tiptoe and get closer to him.
A warm and powerful force intertwined and flowed between their lips and teeth.
It was slowly drawn into his body from hers.
"boom--!"
An invisible shockwave exploded outwards!
Qingyuan's pale cheeks gradually regained their color.
Her silver hair danced wildly in the wind.
Its towering form suddenly emitted a deep blue light that was even more dazzling than the lights that filled the river.
Those deep, ocean-like eyes suddenly opened.
The murderous intent churning within was pure and chilling, like a towering wave, cold and terrifying.
But when he looked at Shen Zhiyi, he suppressed all of that.
He let go of her.
He pinched the soft flesh on her cheek.
"Are you still afraid now?"
He raised his right palm, and light shimmered in his palm.
The ship is shaking violently!
Shen Zhiyi's face was still flushed, and she looked somewhat dazed.
Li Xianchuan's expression froze, instantly shifting from smugness to horror. "How...how is this possible...the Taoist priest clearly said..."
He took a step back.
His expression suddenly turned sinister. "Bluster! I'm not afraid of you!"
He charged forward, brandishing his peach wood sword!
"Monster! Prepare to die!"
Qingyuan shielded Shen Zhiyi behind him.
A footstep was taken.
The eerie blue light flashed by like a ghost, too fast for anyone to see clearly.
Li Xianchuan screamed in mid-air and howled in agony before falling to the ground.
It was thrown out with tremendous force, just like a ripped bag!
It slammed hard onto the ship's deck!
The peach wood sword traced an arc in the air before crashing to the ground with a clang.
A flash of eerie blue light.
It shattered into dust in an instant.
Qingyuan landed steadily back on the bow of the boat.
His aura was restrained, but his clothes were torn in several places by the array's sword energy, leaving several bleeding wounds.
The talisman water has soaked the skin, making it impossible to heal easily with demonic power.
But he didn't care at all.
Li Xianchuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes bloodshot, staring at Qingyuan and Shen Zhiyi in disbelief.
"You...wait..."
"My aunt... the Imperial Concubine... will not let you get away with this..."
Qingyuan tilted his head slightly.
"Wordy."
He turned his palm.
Li Xianchuan was like a puppet, his head twisted off with a "crack," dying with his eyes wide open.
Everything happens in the blink of an eye.
Qingyuan walked towards Shen Zhiyi.
She was still in a state of shock and disbelief.
She stared at him blankly with wide eyes, her gaze unfocused and confused.
Her radiant face was flushed with a rosy hue.
There were still slight swollen marks from his kisses on her lips.
The dazzling lights in the sky and their scattered reflections on the river have now become mere background.
Qingyuan's eyes suddenly darkened.
He reached out and hooked his arm around her waist, his voice slightly hoarse.
Hold me tight.
With a light tap of his toes, he lifted her into the air, leaping off the painted boat and flying towards the Shen residence.
Shen Zhiyi hugged Qingyuan tightly around the waist, tilted her face up in his arms, and saw his clear and sharp jawline, which was tinged with a soft hue by the light.
Bang--!
Fireworks exploded, creating a magnificent spectacle in the night sky.
Shen Zhiyi could clearly hear her own heartbeat.
"Still looking?" Qingyuan lowered his gaze, looking at her with a half-smile. "Still want to kiss me?"
boom--
Shen Zhiyi's ears suddenly turned red.
She punched his chest, but cried out in surprise as she fell, clinging tightly to his neck and burying her face in his chest.
Qingyuan chuckled softly.
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