A Kiss, Sour Yet Sweet

By the time Lu Mingchuan finished all this, Dugu Bo had also just finished on his end.

Dugu Bo had already entered his Martial Soul Possession state, but unlike before, the foul stench around him had faded considerably. His build had also become somewhat more muscular, and a green horn had appeared on his head.

"Great kindness needs no thanks. If you ever need my help, just say the word. I'll be settling down nearby," Dugu Bo said solemnly to Lu Mingchuan. As for the Mandarin Duck Pot not far away, which now only had a huge pit left with its spring gone, he considered it worth less than a single scale of the Jade Phosphor Dragon.

After saying that, he did not wait for a response. He turned and darted off into the distance on his own. He was probably in such a hurry because he wanted to deliver the Earth Dragon Golden Gourd to Dugu Yan as soon as possible. Watching his retreating back, Lu Mingchuan took Huang Quan's hand and entered the Dust Song Pot.

He wanted to see whether the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well suited the Dust Song Pot. If it truly did not fit, he would cover it with a layer of soil and use it as fertilizer. If it looked good enough, he would keep it.

After entering the pot, he looked it over from every angle and still found it uncomfortable. He frowned, and the sky immediately darkened. The Mandarin Duck Pot, which had originally clashed terribly with the realm's style, now took on a rather beautiful air. He then took out those Immortal Herbs and transplanted them around the Mandarin Duck Pot.

A moment later, Lu Mingchuan nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the Mandarin Duck Pot, now dazzlingly beautiful after being arranged by himself and Huang Quan. He then turned to Huang Quan. "What do you think?"

Huang Quan nodded as she looked at their work. "Very beautiful."

Hearing that, Lu Mingchuan took Huang Quan's hand, walked onto a viewing rock facing the Mandarin Duck Pot, and plopped down. "What do you think would've happened to me if I hadn't met you first?"

Imitating Lu Mingchuan, Huang Quan slowly sat down beside him. Hearing his words, she shook her head. "You would definitely have met me."

For some reason, Lu Mingchuan heard an unusually intense emotion in those words, despite Huang Quan's calm tone. He did not quite understand that emotion, yet he could still sense the burning heat hidden beneath her exterior.

With his thoughts slightly unsettled, Lu Mingchuan could only cover it with a joke. "I—mmph." But unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, he felt a pair of hands cup his face. Then something soft sealed the rest of his words inside his mouth, followed by something slick and faintly sweet slipping into it.

Looking at the lovely face before him, he was initially at a loss in the face of this assault. But as time passed, he gradually grew familiar with the rhythm of the attack. After who knew how long, he sounded the horn for a counterattack.

Little by little, Lu Mingchuan's army repelled the opposing offensive and steadily pushed forward. Before long, the flames of war had reached the enemy's stronghold. He directly seized the enemy's slick leader and gave it a thorough rubbing.

Pink Fairy Miss watched this scene while twisted into a lemon-flavored pretzel, rolling nonstop across the ground. At this moment, she wished more than anything that she could get out, but she also understood that such things could not be rushed. So she could only stay here, sour and swooning over the sweetness.

After who knew how long, Lu Mingchuan, whose constitution was weaker and who had not learned how to breathe properly, was the first to give out. He pushed himself backward, and Huang Quan released him as soon as she sensed it. The moment she let go, he began gulping down air.

Huang Quan looked at him and licked her lips, adding a faint sheen to lips that were already rosy red. That whole sequence of movements made it seem as though she had just sampled a fine meal and was saying thanks for the hospitality.

Lu Mingchuan, who had only just recovered, turned to look at Huang Quan's flushed face and the moist gleam at the corners of her lips, and his mouth went dry again. But when he thought of how this body of his was not yet old enough, he deflated.

He also came to understand that trace of emotion he had sensed earlier. He immediately regretted all the benefits he had missed over the years. No one knew just how much, at this very moment, he hated his nearly nonexistent emotional intelligence.

After his regret passed, Lu Mingchuan took Huang Quan out of the pot. Looking at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, which had originally looked rather nice but had now been turned by him into something like a field ravaged by locusts, he could not help feeling puzzled. So much time had passed—why had the system notification not arrived yet?

With that thought in mind, he opened the system log and began flipping through it. Huang Quan looked at Lu Mingchuan, who stood blankly in place the moment they came out, and licked the corner of her lips again. At this point, she could be said to have developed a taste for it, but after thinking it over, she decided it was better to have less of this sort of thing.

So she hugged her sword to her chest and leaned sideways against Lu Mingchuan. Lu Mingchuan, who was reading the logs, glanced at her when he sensed it. Seeing that it was Huang Quan, he continued going through the logs.

Huang Quan leaned against Lu Mingchuan and closed her eyes to rest. Feeling Lu Mingchuan's presence behind her, she frowned slightly for some reason. Her hair then gradually turned white from the top down. Every soul beast across Douluo Continent seemed to sense something and lay prone on the ground, not daring to make the slightest sound.

Even those soul beasts over a hundred thousand years old felt a flicker of fear rise in their hearts without warning.

Beneath the Lake of Life in Star Dou Forest, a giant silver-white dragon opened its eyes. A trace of fear flashed through them before vanishing. Feeling the heavy sense of danger in its heart, it silently sighed, Monster, before falling asleep once more.

At this moment, with more than half of Huang Quan's hair nearly white, she suddenly murmured something under her breath and abruptly opened her eyes. Her white hair instantly returned to its original color. She turned to look at Lu Mingchuan, who had felt nothing at all, then leaned against him again and closed her eyes.

As a Self-Annihilator, Huang Quan generally did not sleep, because she hated the feeling of being surrounded by nothingness while asleep. But after meeting Lu Mingchuan, that feeling no longer appeared, and over the past few years, she had gradually grown accustomed to sleeping.

But for some reason, after becoming intimate with him, she had wanted to take advantage of this time to lean against him and nap for a while. Yet not long after closing her eyes, a sickly emotion suddenly arose within her. It was not that it had never appeared when she slept before, but it had never been this intense. She had always suppressed it.

If her previous emotions had been a light drizzle, then this time they were a violent storm. It was as if a voice in her heart kept telling her that she wanted more. Huang Quan was thrown off by the sudden situation, which caused her to let a trace of Wu leak from her body. Fortunately, it did not affect Lu Mingchuan.

Just as Huang Quan sorted out the stray thoughts in her heart and sleepiness came over her, she suddenly felt herself being picked up. Opening her eyes, she saw that Lu Mingchuan, who had finished checking the logs, had lifted her into his arms.

"Sleep without worry. Leave the journey to me," Lu Mingchuan said with a slight smile to Huang Quan in his arms.

Huang Quan nodded at his words and curled herself up a little more before closing those beautiful eyes. He lowered his head to look at Huang Quan, whose face was peaceful in his embrace, and Lu Mingchuan's lips slowly curved upward as well.

Pink Fairy Miss: "Wuwuwu, it's so sour and so sweet."

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Hehe, a slightly spicy picture.