Dragon God's Memory Blank! Gu Yue: Damn Hakiryu, what a good life you had before you died.

Meanwhile, Room 201 of the boys' dormitory.

Tang Wuling wrapped herself completely in her blanket, curled into a ball.

Seven-colored light pierced through the walls and quilt, falling over her body.

Every pore in her body cheered.

She could feel the Golden Dragon King Bloodline surging and roaring through her veins, her Soul Power climbing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Then, that familiar, icy sensation of contraction rose from deep within her body once again.

"Ugh—"

She bit down on the corner of the blanket, tears filling her eyes.

It was happening again.

Whenever she mooched off Lin An's cultivation buff, that power of assimilation would go madly into overdrive like a shark smelling blood.

Old Tang had clearly said that as long as her will was firm enough, she would not be assimilated.

She had spent several hours tempering herself in the radiation rain during the day, finally managing to push back the assimilation progress by a little.

But now—

But she could not control herself.

The moment she caught Lin An's scent mixed within that seven-colored light, her mind turned to mush.

Those scenes, those dreams, surged uncontrollably from the depths of her memories, drowning her reason like a tidal wave.

Lin An smelled too good.

Under the glow of the seven-colored light, that face was practically like that of a celestial goddess.

Noble, holy, elegant, yet carrying a hint of sickly pallor.

It made one want to hide him away, lock him somewhere only they knew about, and make him a bed lined with the softest cushions.

And then—

Tang Wuling curled herself into a ball beneath the covers, clamping her legs tightly together as her entire body trembled uncontrollably.

"Can't mooch... can't mooch anymore..."

She bit into her pillow and wept silently.

But