(Beautiful image of Bibi Dong)
Vines spread out from beneath Ah Yin, soft and cool, carrying the damp scent unique to plants, like a stream flowing through a mountain ravine.
They coiled around Lin Jiang's arm, climbed up his shoulder, and wound around the Golden Dragon.
The fine fuzz on their surface brushed gently against the crimson skin. With each stroke, the magma-like red glow faded a little.
Two steps away, Zhu Zhuqing watched Ah Yin's vines wind around the Golden Dragon. She watched the furrow in Lin Jiang's brow slowly smooth out.
She watched Ah Yin's face, tilted slightly forward, look gentle and focused in the golden light.
Her face grew even redder, but not from embarrassment.
She bit her lip, clenched her fists, and took a step forward.
Why should she?
She was the one Lin Jiang had saved. She was the one who had promised herself to him. She was his woman.
The phantom of the Hell Spirit Cat appeared behind her.
She had no vines and no tentacles, but the Hell Spirit Cat had claws and fangs, along with the agility and nimbleness of a hunter of the night.
Zhu Zhuqing approached Lin Jiang and pressed both hands against his scorching chest. The cold of her palms met the magma-like heat with a faint sizzling sound.
Frowning, she endured the burn and channeled her Soul Power through her palms.
The coolness of the Blue Silver Emperor surged in from the left, while the chill of the Hell Spirit Cat pressed in from the right.
The two forces bore down from either side, vying to restrain the dragon.
The Golden Dragon King growled. The magma-like energy was drawn by the two outside forces and burst forth with a roar.
Ah Yin's vines tightened a little more.
Zhu