The Forbidden Horns, Dragon Scale Wants It

The Wheel of Fate is at hand.

Qin Wangchuan still held Dragon Scale's hand with one hand, and gently placed the other hand on her warm, smooth body.

"We meet again, Wheel of Fate."

His tone was filled with unspoken emotion.

This one is clearly not the same one as before, and it hasn't been long since the day it was destroyed.

But Qin Wangchuan felt as if a very, very long time had passed.

It felt like three or four centuries.

Since he was originally born from the Nine-Layer Profound Heaven Ring, he reconnected with it with almost no effort.

A thought crossed my mind.

The Wheel of Fate circled him a few times before disappearing behind him, slowly vanishing.

Qin Wangchuan turned his head and saw Dragon Scale still staring intently at the direction where the Golden Ring had disappeared, completely absorbed in her gaze.

It looked just like a kitten whose attention had been drawn away by something.

He couldn't help but smile and reached out to pat her head.

However.

Dragon Scale, however, stood on tiptoe and nudged his hand with her head in resistance.

Although her face was expressionless, Qin Wangchuan could tell that the girl was a little sulky.

"I'm not a child anymore."

She pursed her lips, tilted her head back, and stared at him with bright, sparkling eyes. Her serious expression hid a hint of Qi Ingestion.

They've already done that kind of thing, and they can have children.

You can't treat me like a child anymore!

Okay.

It seems they remembered praising her as a good child.

Thinking to himself, he settled for second best and touched Dragon Scale's face instead.

"Alright, alright, you're not a child anymore."

It was clearly a tone used to coax a child, but she found it very agreeable.

He's still just a child.

Qin Wangchuan turned around, his gaze unconsciously rising, and he bumped right into the figures on the distant pavilion.

Especially one of them.

Qin Zhaoer.

The moment their eyes met, their gazes softened unconsciously.

This gentleness is different from when she looked at Dragon Scale.

Looking at the Dragon Scale, it is pampering and indulgence.

But the look that fell on Qin Zhaoer was far more complicated.

During that long trial, he and she were husband and wife for most of their lives, sharing the same bed and relying on each other through life and death. Those years were so real that they were etched into their very bones.

How can everything be explained clearly?

Complex as it may be, now is not the time to think about those things.

Qin Wangchuan withdrew his gaze and looked down.

Countless gazes were converging on him.

This is no longer the mountain village or town it once was.

This is the Qin Clan.

The Qin Clan, Longevity Imperial Clan.

--

Night falls.

After making such a commotion during the day, it was no surprise that the elders asked him several questions.

They also visited the Li Clan, where Li Qingluan was still in seclusion.

After dealing with those matters, Qin Wangchuan returned to the Divine Son Hall.

The gift list was piled up like a mountain on the table, and only now did the surroundings finally become quiet.

But once things quieted down, his thoughts inevitably drifted back to his Eighth Sister.

The thought of her stirred up a complex mix of emotions within me.

They remembered the years they spent together during the trials, the time they shared in bed and relied on each other through life and death. He remembered it, and she remembered it too.

Such a passionate and intense past, once it shines into this present identity, how should it be presented? No one can say for sure.

He knew he was hesitating.

I also know that Eighth Sister is probably hesitant as well.

That's enough.

No need to rush, take your time.

Anyway, since we're both in the Qin Clan, we'll have plenty of opportunities to meet in the future.

The most important thing right now is to deduce that technique as soon as possible.

The thought had barely formed when someone gently tugged at the sleeve hanging at her side.

Dragon Scale had somehow moved closer to him, looking up at him.

Beneath those exquisite, jade-white dragon horns lay a face that was inherently devastating to the nation.

Now that they're so close, the radiance on her face becomes even more captivating.

Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and beautiful. She had no expression and was quiet. However, her eyes were surprisingly bright. She stared at him without blinking. Beneath her cool demeanor, there was a childlike innocence that made her inexplicably lovable.

Clearly, she had remembered the "ceremony" she had agreed to a few days ago.

Qin Wangchuan took her hand and pulled her closer, his gaze falling on the pair of jade-white dragon horns.

The horns of the True Dragon Clan are forbidden objects; only those who have given their heart may touch them.

And he was precisely the person she could touch.

He raised his hand, his fingertips gently stroking the pair of dragon horns that belonged only to him.

Dragon Scale trembled, her eyelashes fluttered, and her bright eyes instantly became misty, with a faint blush creeping up at the corners.

She didn't hide.

Instead, she slowly lowered her head, obediently offering her two horns into his palm, her whole body going limp.

I remember that these two horns didn't originally look like this. It was only after a ritual was performed that they underwent a second growth spurt, which caused them to meander and grow longer, branching out and eventually converging into the ferocious yet beautiful arc they have today.

Furthermore, being born from the Ancestral Dragon Physique, this pair of horns is undoubtedly the most noble pair among the True Dragon Tribe.

Yet this Supreme Being object now obediently rested in his palm, allowing him to caress and play with it.

"So urgent?" Qin Wangchuan whispered in her ear.

Dragon Scale trembled, but still bit her lip, unable to hide the grievance in her eyes.

"I've been waiting for a long time."

This is the Dragon Clan; even their courtship is direct and passionate.

That's enough.

She rarely speaks up, so we'll go along with her.

It seems we'll have to put the cultivation techniques on hold for now.

--

Once the ceremony began, the long-dormant excitement could no longer be suppressed.

During the time they were apart, the taut string deep in their blood had been hanging in the air. Now, when they were suddenly touched again, it was like a long-parched riverbed suddenly encountering a spring flood, bursting its banks with a roar.

Dragon Scale was no longer the quiet and restrained person she usually was.

She clung to Qin Wangchuan's neck and tilted her head back to kiss him.

In that kiss, her body quietly stretched and rose in his arms.

Her childishness has completely faded, and she has grown into a stunningly graceful woman.

His gaze traveled down from the pair of winding, high-reaching jade-white dragon horns, across the smooth, translucent skin, and finally landed on the Heavenly Qilin Dress, which was stretched taut by the full curves of her body.

Her full breasts and slender waist were perfectly outlined.

Further down, the extremely short skirt barely covered her buttocks, revealing a pair of long, straight legs.

A few strands of ribbon hung down, brushing against the snow-white inner thighs, more alluring than complete nudity.

He took it all in, his eyes darkening slightly, and whispered in the girl's ear:

"You are truly a stunning beauty."

One sentence instantly ignited the Dragon Scale.

The tears in her eyes transformed into an almost greedy longing, clinging to him inch by inch, as if she wanted to melt herself into his very bones and never be separated again.

Qin Wangchuan let her have her way, holding her slender waist with one hand and pulling her closer into his arms.

With his other hand, he reached into her cascading black hair and grasped her dragon horns.

First, he gently stroked the winding horn, his fingertips tracing the curve of the horn tip inch by inch.

The next instant, his five fingers suddenly clenched, gripping the corner tightly, and pulled backward with force.

Dragon Scale trembled violently, her long legs suddenly straightened, her insteps arched into a near-breakage arc, her black hair became disheveled, and the ribbons of her Heavenly Qilin Dress slipped down a bit.

The longing that had been building up for so long was transformed into the merciless force in the palm of his hand.