Is this some kind of forced sale? Fu Mingxu was shocked.
Just as he was about to struggle, Han Tao spoke again: "I don't want spirit stones, nor do I want you to repay me with your body. I will give you the fastest flying magic weapon on the Cangling Continent."
"All you need to do is give me a gift in return."
Fu Mingxu stood there stunned, forgetting to push away the man who kept getting closer, and asked in surprise, "Are you kidding me?"
Is there really such a good thing in the world? Is he really the chosen one, with magical treasures falling from the sky?
Fu Mingxu pondered for a moment, then asked with trepidation, "A return gift? Would a single pill be alright?"
He said solemnly, "An eighth-grade pill."
To everyone's surprise, Han Tao shook his head: "Dragons don't like taking pills."
Fu Mingxu understood, and undeterred, tried again: "High-grade spiritual plant?"
"Dragons do not like spiritual plants."
Fu Mingxu recalled the spiritual flowers and herbs haphazardly planted together in the city lord's mansion and abandoned the idea.
"Top-grade spirit stones?"
He immediately rejected this option, because he remembered the mountains of top-grade spirit stones piled up in the city lord's mansion.
The leaves above rustled in the wind. Fu Mingxu turned his gaze and looked up, his eyes landing on the man's shoulder. Suddenly, a thought struck him and he asked, "Do you like the headband? The gold kind."
A gentle breeze brushed past, and the blue ribbon in her hair tilted backward like a fluttering butterfly against her dark hair.
His eyes were dark and bright; Han Tao could see his own clear reflection in them with just a slight tilt of his head. Only at this moment did he see only himself.
After saying this, Fu Mingxu was also a little nervous. He subconsciously touched his chest and felt a strange sense of unease after confirming that the hairband in his arms was still there.
Han Tao noticed his subtle movements, and with a slight upturn of his pursed lips, he replied in a voice only the two of them could hear: "I like it."
A dignified dragon doesn't want any rare and precious treasures, but actually likes hairbands.
After his initial shock came immense confusion, and he secretly lamented that he still harbored preconceived notions about the dragon race.
Everything was a coincidence. If he hadn't gone to the clothing store alone that day, he would have suspected that Han Tao knew what he had bought.
"A headband?" He deliberately feigned surprise, then suddenly slapped his forehead after a moment of thought. "Oh, right, isn't it a coincidence? I happen to have one that I haven't used yet!"
Before taking out the hairband, he convinced himself that exchanging a hairband for a flying artifact was indeed a worthwhile deal.
Only then, without blushing or skipping a beat, did he take the golden hairband out of his pocket.
Han Tao lowered her eyes, watching the golden hair ribbon flutter gently between her slender white fingers, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Hmm, I just happen to like this color."
Fu Mingxu looked down at the pure gold color of the headband and gained a new understanding of the dragon's aesthetics.
When the hairband was finally delivered, it wasn't as difficult as he had initially imagined. With the hairband and the flying artifact resolved at the same time, and new information about his father's whereabouts, Fu Mingxu was in a fairly good mood.
In a good mood, he pinched the headband between two fingers and chuckled, "Since that's the case, I'll put it on you now."
The atmosphere between the two suddenly became more romantic. Fu Mingxu noticed that he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then smiled as he held up the hair ribbon between his fingers: "Don't you actually like it?"
With that smile, the mist in her eyes instantly dissipated, revealing a unique and beautiful spirit within.
Han Tao's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly grabbed his hand, her voice urgent: "I like it."
After saying that, as if afraid that Fu Mingxu would change his mind, he took the initiative to sit on the stone bench. After sitting down, he did not forget to turn around, and the meaning was self-evident.
Fu Mingxu raised an eyebrow slightly, said nothing, and pulled the hairband behind him.
Han Tao's hair was thick and black, but the hair he touched was a bit stiff. He took off the tied-up hair and his fingers nimbly ran through it. When he looked down, it was the first time he had seen the other person's profile from this angle.
The human form of the dragon race can be described as tall and handsome, but perhaps because Han Tao is by nature cold and indifferent, and is used to showing his cold demeanor, one can only feel his ferocity at first glance.
Compared to the handsomeness of humans, his face is more aggressive than in the traditional sense.
"Is it ready?" Han Tao tilted his head slightly, his cold and hard profile becoming very gentle.
Fu Mingxu kept moving his fingers and raised his voice: "Don't move."
Upon hearing this, Han Tao instantly froze like a statue.
However, Fu Mingxu was very skilled at tying up hair. Although Han Tao had a lot of hair, he himself also had quite a bit. Having often tied up his own hair, he was quite experienced and did it with ease.
Once the hair was tied up, the hairband issue was considered resolved.
"Alright." Fu Mingxu looked at the golden hairband with satisfaction, as if it had blended seamlessly into his dark hair. "Stand up and take a look."
Han Tao stood up as instructed, looking somewhat uncomfortable: "How is it?"
He was tall and aloof, giving off an aura of unapproachability. But now, before Fu Mingxu, the dragon's claws were all sheathed, revealing only his gentleness.
Thick, sword-like eyebrows slant upwards towards her temples, and occasionally a gold headband adds a touch of gold as she moves, giving her a unique, arrogant, and aloof beauty.
In that instant, or perhaps the sunlight dazzled his eyes, Fu Mingxu found himself admiring it.
"Not bad." He gave a thumbs up without hesitation. "Very handsome."
Few people use the word "handsome" to describe a dragon, but Han Tao was delighted to hear it. His eyes softened with a smile, and his voice was deep and magnetic: "In that case, come back to the city lord's mansion with me."
He paused, then said, "Go get the flying artifact."
With this matter settled, Fu Mingxu had no reason to object, especially since he needed to return to the Fu family in Yunhan City to obtain the map of Wuwang Island.
The consequence of his not refusing was that his waist was tightly embraced, and the other person's reasoning was quite logical: "It's faster to go through the dragon clan's forbidden area in the back mountain."
Fu Mingxu wanted to speak, but he was almost choked by the gust of wind, so he had to quickly shut his mouth and switch to telepathy.
"Slow down." He felt the wind whistling past his ears and couldn't help but exclaim, "Is there some flying artifact that can fly faster than you?"
In just a few words, the two arrived at the back mountain of Tianxuan Sect, the place where they had first appeared.
Before Fu Mingxu could even take in the scenery around him, he heard Han Tao's voice: "Don't be afraid, hold on tight to me."
Before he could react, the two of them suddenly plunged into a pool of spiritual water.
"ah!"
Fu Mingxu instinctively cried out, the sudden feeling of falling forcing him to grip the other person's clothes tightly, afraid that he would fall if he let go.
Fine bubbles rose from above their heads, and the pressure of the water brought him very close to Han Tao.
But now was clearly not the time to consider such minor details. Fu Mingxu held his breath and transmitted his voice, "Are you sure this is the fastest route?"
His response was Han Tao's increasingly tighter embrace, until he felt a sharp pain in his waist and, amidst the dizziness, he finally saw the light.
A "whoosh" sound rang out, and the two of them indeed appeared in the forbidden area behind the mountain.
Fu Mingxu was soaking wet, his blue shirt clinging tightly to his body, outlining his slender waist. Water dripped from his black hair, some droplets running down his forehead and gathering at his chin to form a thin stream.
"I said, let go first..."
Before he could finish speaking, an overwhelming darkness suddenly swept over him.
At the same time, Fu Mingxu felt his body become unsteady, as if he were being swept forward.
He slowly lowered his head thoughtfully, and sure enough, he saw a long, golden tail coiled around his waist, seemingly trying to take him somewhere.
A note from the author:
Fu Mingxu: What a huge tail!
I'm here!
I've been on leave for so long, are you all still watching?
Chapter 63
The dragon's tail is incredibly powerful; while it's a bit tight, the force of the tail binding it is still within a tolerable range.
The darkness was intense, yet Fu Mingxu sensed no danger around him. His hands rested on the dragon's tail that was wrapped around his waist, showing no sign of panic.
The dragon scales feel cold to the touch, but when you calm down, you can feel the subtle patterns on them.
Fu Mingxu was surrounded by darkness. Even with his divine sense extended, he couldn't see his surroundings clearly. Out of boredom, he began to stroke the scales under his hand, carefully feeling the patterns and outlines on them.
He was engrossed in caressing it when Han Tao's voice suddenly echoed in his mind: "Don't touch me."
The voice was deep and husky, with a slight tremor as the bowstring was gently plucked.
With so many dragon scales, what's wrong with him touching just one?
Fu Mingxu pursed his lips, reluctantly withdrew his hand, and sent him a telepathic message: "Where are you taking me?"
He shifted his waist, feeling a strange sensation of his feet floating in the air, and continued, "My feet are going numb."
After he finished speaking, the dragon's tail suddenly loosened, and before he could react, he was thrown from the sky, his legs instinctively flailing.
"Hold on tight," Han Tao's voice rang out. "We are now in the forbidden passage; humans are not allowed to enter."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Mingxu sat down firmly, his buttocks going numb from the impact.
He actually sat on the dragon's body once again.
Realizing this, Fu Mingxu shifted uncomfortably.
After reverting to its original form, Han Tao became even more sensitive to touch. As the person on his body moved around, it was as if sparks were ignited on the cold dragon scales. The flames instantly invaded his flesh and blood, burning along the flow of blood.
He chose to transform into his original form simply to quickly pass through the forbidden area; he hadn't expected Fu Mingxu to be so restless.
If he continues like this unconsciously, the two of them will probably never be able to get out of the passage.
Han Tao suppressed the throbbing unease between his brows, and with a thought, the dragon tail disappeared, and he transformed into human form, holding Fu Mingxu in his arms.
Before Fu Mingxu could find the most suitable sitting position on the dragon's body, he felt a familiar aura rushing to his ears.
Long Yan jumped around beside him, and Han Tao supported him with his arm. The emotion in his golden eyes was indistinct when he lowered his gaze. "Have you touched it all?"
The air around them was thick with an awkward atmosphere. Fu Mingxu stiffened at first, and when he realized that he was sitting on Han Tao's arm, the memory of that night at the city lord's mansion came to mind.
He tightened his grip on the other person's clothes, a sense of nervousness creeping into his heart for some reason.
Fu Mingxu looked at his sharp eyes and brows, and retorted with a sob in his throat, "I didn't touch you!"
That means I touched him, but not inappropriately.
The two were very close at this moment. Just as Fu Mingxu was about to ask him to put him down, he heard him say, "This is a teleportation channel in the forbidden area of the Dragon Clan. It is very repulsive to anything other than the aura of the Dragon Clan. As soon as you land, you will be strangled by the dragon breath here."
Upon hearing this, Fu Mingxu quickly stopped his movement to get down.