"Huh?" Liu Lanyan looked at Qin Ming suspiciously. She hadn't done anything to him.
"Who exactly are you?" Qin Ming couldn't believe that a woman who was rumored to be a fool could be so intelligent after just regaining her senses.
Therefore, her previous foolishness was merely a protective facade for Liu Lanyan.
Liu Lanyan smiled, her red lips moved slightly, and just when Qin Ming thought she was going to tell him the answer, he heard her casually say, "Why should I tell you?"
A line of crows flew neatly overhead, their loud cawing echoing merrily in Qin Ming's ears.
"Qin Ming, it's been a pleasure working with you." Liu Lanyan smiled at Qin Ming and casually pointed behind her. "I'm sure you're eager to tell me about the situation in the Demon Realm so you can gain your freedom. You're a smart man."
After saying that, Liu Lanyan didn't waste any more words and turned to leave.
As Liu Lanyan left, the faint, ethereal light that had been enveloping Qin Ming and the others dissipated. Only then did Qin Ming realize that they had been in a cave all along. There was a faint white light at the entrance of the cave, which, if not looked closely, could be mistaken for a reflection of sunlight.
The place Liu Lanyan pointed to earlier had writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, presumably for him to write about the situation in the Demon Realm.
Qin Ming did not go over to investigate the light blocking the cave entrance, but instead went inside and stared blankly at the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
He was trying hard to recall how to write about the Demon Realm, believing that once he finished writing, he could leave this place.
I don't know why, but I felt that my opponent was a reliable person.
Liu Lanyan is a person of her word. There is no point in investigating the light at the door now. She would not do something so foolish.
Just as Qin Ming was pondering how to write, Liu Lanyan, who had been lying on the bed in the distant Wuchen Palace, suddenly opened her eyes.
No one witnessed this bizarre scene; it felt as if they were possessed by something.
Just now, a person who was fast asleep suddenly opened their eyes. It was so abrupt that if someone was watching, they would definitely be startled.
After Liu Lanyan opened her eyes, she breathed rapidly, her brows furrowed, and she clutched the front of her clothes in pain.
His body was curled up in spasms, trembling uncontrollably.
Large beads of sweat streamed down his cheeks, soaking his clothes in no time.
With a bang, the door was flung open.
The demon god suddenly rushed in, and before anyone could even see how he moved, he was already beside Liu Lanyan.
Reaching out to check Liu Lanyan's pulse, he couldn't sense any surge of power within her body. Yet, Liu Lanyan appeared to be in so much pain, causing the demon god great anxiety. He hurriedly asked, "Lanyan, what's wrong? Where does it hurt?"
Looking up, Liu Lanyan struggled to open her eyes, which were wet and even her long eyelashes were stuck together with sweat. She looked pitifully at the Demon God.
That pitiful little face immediately tugged at the demon god's heart, his brows furrowed, and he repeatedly asked, "What's wrong?"
"It hurts." Liu Lanyan pressed her hand to her chest.
Then, based on his instinctive reaction of loving Liu Lanyan, the demon god naturally went to rub wherever Liu Lanyan was in pain.
Before the hand could even reach out, it was slapped hard across the face, accompanied by a thunderous roar: "Where are you going to put your claws?"
"I..." The demon god was about to retort when he suddenly remembered where his target had been, and his cheeks flushed red.
He really didn't do it on purpose; it was completely an unconscious reaction.
"You...you're alright?" Fortunately, the Demon God reacted quickly and realized that Liu Lanyan's voice was full of energy and showed no signs of weakness.
"It was nothing serious, just a nightmare." Liu Lanyan glared at the Demon God, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and said irritably.
"What nightmare?" The demon god didn't care about Liu Lanyan's attitude and naturally took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from Liu Lanyan's forehead.
"I forgot, I've been having nightmares like this sometimes lately." Liu Lanyan said, half-closing her eyes and enjoying the "service" from the demon god, half-jokingly.
She does have those kinds of dreams, but this time her strong reaction was definitely not because of the nightmare.
"Why do I have nightmares but don't remember them?" This is something that happened recently, and it's convenient to ask it now.
The demon god paused slightly in his movements, a pause that would go unnoticed by anyone. However, the object of his attention was Liu Lanyan, who had been watching the demon god closely. How could she not notice the problem?
"A nightmare is a nightmare, just forget about it. Maybe you were too tired during the day, so you didn't sleep well at night."
The demon god carefully wiped away Liu Lanyan's cold sweat, then took out clean clothes from the cabinet: "Go over there and wash up. You're all sweaty, don't catch a cold."
"Mm." Liu Lanyan nodded in response. There was a hot spring nearby, so she could wash herself anytime.
She didn't quite understand why there would be a flowing hot spring on a floating island.
Whether it was natural or created by the demon god himself, we cannot know.
In any case, she could only describe everything in the Dustless Palace as luxurious. It wasn't that it was always inlaid with gold and silver and glittering with jewels, but rather that everything inside was clearly meticulously crafted and polished.
Every part of the Wuchen Palace shows how difficult it was to build, and every detail is meticulously crafted.
This is a place for luxurious enjoyment.
Liu Lanyan stepped into the hot spring, letting the warm water envelop her and soothe the stinging sensation in her body.
Sure enough, this method of separating the soul from the body is still relatively difficult for her.
After using it for only a short while, my entire soul felt like it had been run over by a heavy vehicle, every inch of it aching.
It's a pain that's truly indescribable.
When the demon god came to investigate, he naturally wouldn't have detected any changes in her physical strength; this time, her injury was entirely to her soul.
That kind of pain is on a completely different level from the physical pain.
I'm so tired...
Liu Lanyan leaned against the edge of the hot spring, her whole body stretched out, half-floating in the hot spring, letting the gentle spring water flow over her.
If it's physical pain or fatigue, soaking in the water for a while will make her feel better, but this kind of spiritual harm will only make her more exhausted.
Before long, Liu Lanyan drifted off to sleep.
Before I lost consciousness, I vaguely sensed someone coming in.
Who else could enter the Dustless Palace?
Demon God?
It stirred slightly, trying to sink to the bottom of the hot spring, but its drowsy consciousness prevented it from controlling itself.
The moment her soul left her body had exhausted too much of her energy, leaving her unable to even remain conscious.
She sighed inwardly with regret, thinking she shouldn't have come to the hot springs.
The heat of the hot spring relaxed her last remaining tension, and with that relaxation, she had no energy left.
In a daze, she saw the figure in white slowly walk to the edge of the hot spring pool. In the end, she only heard a soft sigh that saddened her. Then, her consciousness, which she had been trying to maintain, was completely pulled into darkness.
In her last moments of clarity, Liu Lanyan was still pondering why the Demon God would sigh like that.
The sigh broke her heart.
The demon god lifted Liu Lanyan out of the pool and surveyed her from top to bottom with his eyes. His gaze was serious, without a trace of anything unusual.
They seemed to be investigating something.
After watching it twice, he stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "Soul leaving the body?"
He frowned and thought about it for a long time, pondering, "Why use the method of the soul leaving the body?"
The demon god sat by the hot spring with Liu Lanyan in his arms. Although it was early autumn and the weather was a little cool, the temperature of the hot spring was just right for the two of them, so they didn't feel cold.
The demon god muttered to himself, pondering that the soul leaving the body was because it was going to a faraway place.
How far is Lanyan going?
What are you doing?
After pondering these two questions for a long time, even the Demon God couldn't find an answer. It seems that Lan Yan herself has to explain this to him.
Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly felt the person in her arms tremble slightly, as if a breeze had come and made her feel a little cold.
He subconsciously looked down and immediately saw a scene that made his nose bleed.
His skin, after soaking in the hot spring, was almost transparently white, with a faint pink hue. It looked, looked... delicious, making him want to take a bite.
The demon god took a deep breath and told himself that he was definitely not the kind of person who would take advantage of someone in distress.
No, absolutely not.
While telling himself this, the demon god secretly glanced at Liu Lanyan a few more times. Her skin, as smooth as jade, seemed to be as sweet as honey, and he couldn't look away from her.
Looking at her cheeks, slightly flushed from the hot spring, they resembled ripe apples, making one want to take a bite.
Then look at those rosy lips, slightly parted, glistening with a moist sheen, perhaps from the hot spring water, as if they were extending an invitation to him.
The demon god's throat moved rapidly, and blood surged to his head.
Even if he has cultivated for thousands of years, it would be truly strange if he didn't have any thoughts when facing the woman he admires, sleeping so defenselessly in his arms.
Letting go like this is absolutely not something I'd be willing to do.
If I don't let go, he'll despise himself in his heart; taking advantage of someone's vulnerability is definitely not his style.
Okay, fine.
He would never take advantage of Liu Lanyan's vulnerability, but he would relentlessly pursue others; he would never be polite to his enemies.
At this moment, the demon god who was once awe-inspiring throughout the three realms was caught in a painful choice.
Whether to release or not is a very serious question.
As he thought about it, the demon god's arms slowly tightened, holding the soft woman in his embrace. The warm touch made him restless, not to mention the unique, faint fragrance of Liu Lanyan that kept wafting into his nose.
This test is incredibly painful.
Finally, the demon god made a momentous decision.
He chose a compromise.
He can't do anything, just a small sneak attack, that should be fine, nothing else.
Thinking of this, the demon god lowered his head and precisely captured those small, alluring red lips.
Sweet.
It really is sweet.
First, he gently touched her soft lips. The soft feeling was like the cotton candy he ate when he was a child a long, long time ago. It was soft and a little bouncy, making him reluctant to let go.
He continued to suckle and lick until Liu Lanyan, who was being "tortured" by him, let out a muffled moan of dissatisfaction. Only then did the demon god come to his senses and slowly probe inside her slightly parted red lips.
The slightly parted pearly teeth seemed to sense the intrusion of something and were about to close subconsciously, but the demon god immediately and gently but irresistibly entered, gently brushing the upper palate, causing the person in his arms to tremble slightly, and the resistance could no longer continue.