As soon as the voice fell, the figure in front of him vanished instantly, as if a dream had disappeared with a gentle breeze. Fu Mingxu looked at the Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror in his hand and realized that everything just now was not a dream.
Yuan Tong Zhenjun, is he from the same lineage as me?
Before he could think it through, he saw Han Tao plummeting down from the golden light that spread across the sky.
With half of his heart's blood gone, and unable to use his spiritual energy to avoid the complete awakening of the demonic seed, Feng You's heart was already in turmoil as he managed to hold on until now.
If this dragon is not eliminated today, it will surely become a great scourge in the future.
Fu Mingxu was startled when he saw the blazing killing intent in Feng You's eyes. He knew he couldn't wait any longer, so he gritted his teeth and poured the chaotic energy into the Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror in his hand. The mirror spirit inside the Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror awakened for the first time and connected with him in a joyful state.
After a sharp, piercing pain, the demon bone chain snapped, leaving only the two chain loops embedded in the flesh firmly in place.
Fu Mingxu staggered as he walked, and as he passed Le Chao, someone grabbed one of his legs.
"You..." Le Chao's eyes widened, his gaze surprisingly bright, seemingly filled with resentment, "You..."
"I almost forgot." Fu Mingxu looked down at him with calm and unwavering eyes. He bent down and forcefully tore off the dragon scales.
Le Chao cried out in pain, his chest heaving violently, and then, with his eyes wide open, he had no more chance to speak.
He loosened his grip on one corner, then casually crushed the acacia elixir beside him with his foot, his steps never faltering again.
"Mysterious Mirror, I want to go out." He could sense everything inside the Mysterious Mirror and said to the mirror spirit inside, "Remove the veil covering the heavenly secrets of Phoenix Wandering Mountain."
As soon as he finished speaking, the space around Phoenix Mountain rippled, and the new sun suddenly shone brightly. The light of the new sun merged with the golden light, obscuring everyone's vision.
Feng You, who was about to strike hard outside, froze, his face turning red as if he had been holding his breath. He then clutched his chest, staggered back, and coughed up large amounts of blood, his face turning from red to white.
He lost contact with the Mirror of Heaven and Earth.
Outside Phoenix Mountain, Immortal Lord Siyang was finally able to open his eyes. Supported by Qi Muyuan, he stood up and murmured as he looked in the direction of Phoenix Mountain, "The secret of Phoenix Mountain has appeared."
Qi Muyuan's flying sword flew out at will, circling within Phoenix Mountain.
"The formation has been broken, and the restrictions have been removed."
Xie Buwen took the lead and ran towards Fengyou Mountain, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
Just before the light faded, the spirit within the Heaven and Earth Mirror rushed towards Feng You, seemingly intent on crushing him to death.
Fu Mingxu finally arrived at Han Tao's side. The purest chaotic energy in his dantian had reached a point where it could no longer be suppressed. The agitation in his dantian made his legs weak, and he broke out in several sweets.
With the help of the True Immortal Yuan Tong, he finally obtained the complete inheritance.
His constitution had been suppressed for too long, which caused his clan's emotional sensitivity period to come on incredibly fiercely.
He needed food, comfort, and the complete satisfaction of his desires.
The sudden appearance of the Mirror Spirit caught Feng You off guard. The Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror had been connected to his life for many years and was nourished by his spiritual energy, which gave it the opportunity to conceal the secrets of heaven. The relationship between the man and the mirror should have continued in this way.
However, the Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror is Yuan Tong Zhenxian's magic weapon. Even if Yuan Tong hadn't given it to Fu Mingxu now, the mirror spirit would not have formed a master-servant contract with someone whose previous master was so different from him.
In the eyes of the mirror spirit, he was merely someone who used his innate spiritual energy to nourish the mirror body in exchange for the protection of the Xuanjing.
The Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror, as a magical artifact, has been connected to Feng You's life for many years. The mirror spirit can easily find the flaws in his Taoist magic. In addition, the mirror's own level and the damage caused by Han Tao, as well as the sudden break of the life connection, mean that Feng You is now almost being suppressed by the mirror spirit.
Fu Mingxu ignored Jingling's actions. His azure eyes became deep due to the onset of his sensitive period. He staggered to Han Tao and almost fell on top of him.
Han Tao used his golden sword to support himself as he stood up. He grabbed Fu Mingxu and asked with a joyful tone, "You're really out. Are you hurt anywhere?"
Even when he was bent over, he was still a head taller than Fu Mingxu. The new sun had not yet set, and the light still shone on his eyebrows, making the dragon blood at the corner of his mouth appear even more vivid.
Fu Mingxu was held in his arms, his nostrils filled with the sweet scent of dragon blood. He looked up and saw the undisguised concern in his eyes and the specks of blood on his jawline.
Fu Mingxu couldn't help but swallow as his warm fingertips rubbed the bloodstains.
It smells so good, I want to have a bite.
"What's wrong with you? Where are you hurt?" He was practically clinging to me, radiating a dizzying aura, and the spot on my chin where his fingertips rested felt like it was on fire.
The heightened arousal surged forth, and the unfulfilled, chaotic energy craved more. Fu Mingxu, following his instincts, nuzzled against his chin and tilted his neck back to lick him.
Hmm, that's the taste.
In Phoenix Mountain, the light of the new sun and golden light scattered all over the ground. The once high and mighty Phoenix True Lord collapsed to the ground, his aura weakened. The Cold City Lord held his mortal companion tightly in his arms.
When all the light faded, the people who finally saw the scene in the mountains only had time to hear a vast dragon roar before the two figures were nowhere to be seen.
The new sun did not set; instead, it rose into the sky alongside the sun next to it, seemingly moving side by side.
Countless cultivators gazed at the sky today, consulting ancient texts, attempting to uncover the reason for this extraordinary sight.
Fu Mingxu, who caused the strange sight, was held in Han Tao's arms. When the two landed again, they were already at the side of the cold pool at the highest point of the Tianxuan Mountain Range.
"Ugh." The two of them almost rolled to the ground, the grass beneath them flattened by the sudden pressure. Han Tao instinctively used himself as a cushion, and when he stopped, he inevitably touched his wounds and let out a muffled groan.
The dragon blood on his fingertips did not relieve Fu Mingxu's anxiety; instead, it aroused his desire during his sensitive period.
His pale blue eyes were clouded with tears. After regaining his balance, he straddled Han Tao's lower abdomen, pressed down on his arms with both hands, and leaned down to caress his neck.
Blood was flowing continuously in the arteries, and when he buried his head beside him, he could almost hear the sound of the blood flowing, and even smell the strongest sweet aroma from it.
Han Tao was stunned by his sudden action and dared not move, her voice almost hoarse as she asked, "What...what are you doing?"
Fu Mingxu finally raised his head, his black hair falling onto his neck, causing a shiver to run through his skin followed by a strange tingling sensation.
"You smell so good." Perhaps it was the primal instinct to prey that made him forget his usual fear and distance from the person beneath him. "May I take a bite?"
Fu Mingxu felt he was quite polite to ask for others' opinions during his sensitive period.
After all, in his inherited memories, many of his ancestors would bite into food without hesitation when they found it, and only treat their wounds after they had eaten and drunk their fill.
"Bite...take a bite?" Han Tao thought he had misheard. Ignoring the pain emanating from his dragon soul, he subconsciously asked, "Bite...where?"
Fu Mingxu automatically understood that he had agreed. He leaned down again, getting so close that Han Tao could see the mist in his dark blue eyes almost condensing into water droplets.
Will it drip into my eyes?
In a daze, he thought this.
The water droplets didn't fall, but Fu Mingxu's breath landed on his ear, and as the warm, soft touch fell, his skin felt a slight sting.
Fu Mingxu tried his best to stay conscious and didn't bite through his neck, but instead followed the teachings of his clansmen from his memories, licking it to soothe him.
The damp warmth of that spot, like a spark, instantly transformed into an inextinguishable flame, carried by the blood from below the neck and flowing throughout the body in a flash.
Han Tao, unable to bear the cold any longer, pressed his legs together, his breathing becoming heavier, his golden eyes darker than the whirlpool at the bottom of a pool.
“You’re injured again.” Fu Mingxu released his hands from pressing down on his arms and stared at the wound on his temple with displeasure. “You’re really naughty, Little Dragon.”
His golden eyes widened suddenly, Han Tao's expression one of shock, but his tone was somewhat awkward: "You...you remembered?"
A mix of emotions—bitterness, joy, and shock—overwhelmed him in an instant; those memories hidden in time were no longer his alone.
Their meeting was not their first encounter, but a reunion he had long awaited.
“Of course, my sealed memories have been unlocked.” Fu Mingxu looked at him with a smile, his eyes sparkling with the most beautiful light in the world. “You’ve grown so much. If I hadn’t known you for so long, I probably wouldn’t have recognized you.”
The little dragon that his mother once captured has grown into a gigantic creature, yet he is still used as food and pressed down on his body.
Fu Mingxu thought, this must be fate.
After all, no one of the bloodlines of Zhuzhao could refuse a sweet and delicious dragon's blood.
A note from the author:
Fu Mingxu: Slurp, let me suck a mouthful of the finest dragon blood.
Han Tao: Pass this on, my wife wants to kiss me.
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 42
The arrival of his sensitive period was not interrupted by the incident of recognizing Xiao Longlong. After Fu Mingxu finished speaking, a surge of emotion came over him, along with an intense craving for food, impacting his mind.
His physique and memories had been sealed for too long, and his craving for food had never been fully satisfied. He almost couldn't help but lick and caress Han Tao's neck.
It smells so good, I really want to take a bite.
Fu Mingxu's alluring and dizzying scent grew stronger, a sign of the Candlelight Clan's longing for a partner during their sensitive period.
But he had been forced to suppress his instincts for too long, and now he was like a newly hatched cub with the desires of an adult tribesman.
The chaotic energy washed over him again and again, and he desperately suppressed the unfulfilled desires of his sensitive period, but the more he suppressed them, the harder it was for him to calm down.
Han Tao felt as if he were in an inescapable furnace, bewildered by Fu Mingxu's erratic movements. He could tell that Fu Mingxu's condition was extremely abnormal. Enduring the discomfort in his neck, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you injured somewhere?"
Fu Mingxu licked his artery with relish, then said unsatisfiedly, "There's no injury, it's just the sensitive period."
Sensitive period?
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Tao, who couldn't determine his race, finally understood why he was doing this. He propped himself up with his hands, and Fu Mingxu was practically lying on top of him.
Feeling his movement, she looked up at him with her misty eyes, puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Han Tao lowered his head, his jawline taut, and his back taut like a string ready to be released.
"Get up first." His temples throbbed, and he gripped Fu Mingxu's nape with one hand and restrained his legs with the other.
Suddenly caught off guard, Fu Mingxu first let out a groan of discomfort, then suddenly cried out in pain, "It hurts! My ankle hurts so much!"
Han Tao's hand holding his leg trembled. Sensing something was wrong, he glanced at him, then grabbed his waist and lifted him up to sit to the side. Once he had a free hand, he immediately grabbed one of his feet.
He was very fast. By the time Fu Mingxu reacted, he saw that Han Tao had already knelt on the ground with one knee bent, and with one hand he lifted up his clothes and tore off the fabric at his ankle in a few quick movements.
As he couldn't help but gasp, a scene unfolded before them: a demon bone chain embedded in flesh. The stark contrast between crimson and pale white was shocking, and Fu Mingxu recoiled as soon as Han Tao's fingertips touched it.
"Don't touch there..." He instinctively flinched, but the blush on his face hadn't faded, giving off a feeling of wanting to resist but also wanting to.
Han Tao's eyes were fixed on it, and his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty: "Don't be afraid, this is a demon bone chain. As long as you don't use the chaotic energy, it won't continue to embed itself."
"Is there any way to remove it?" Fu Mingxu hated the two demon bone chains to death, and the arrival of his sensitive period made his tone of voice change.
Han Tao pondered for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "Let me take a look first."
Fu Mingxu had no other choice but to let him lift the hem of his clothes to one side, grab his feet, take off his shoes and socks, and expose his ankles, which were embedded with the demon bone chains.
"Don't move," Han Tao said after glancing at him.
"Then hurry up," he urged, suppressing the strange feeling in his heart and not daring to move.
Han Tao raised his hand, his rough fingertips landing on the deep red circle, feeling heartache and his anger towards Feng You intensified.