Yun Ming: She's changed this much and still hasn't had it cut off? Isn't that just planting a land mine?

Tang Wuling could not be bothered to deal with the dragon anymore.

Though she had sounded utterly resolute, when she actually went to put the fruit into her Storage Soul Tool, her movements were absurdly slow.

Her hand reached forward, paused, reached farther, then paused again.

Her eyes remained glued to the fruit.

In the end, Tang Wuling even pulled back the fruit she had been about to put away, brought it close to her nose, and secretly took a sniff.

"..."

It smelled so good.

So, so good.

Tears of weakness nearly spilled from the corners of Tang Wuling's eyes.

She was so close, so very close. She was genuinely afraid she would take a bite the very next second.

Finally, Tang Wuling gritted her teeth and shoved the fruit straight into her Storage Soul Tool.

Out of sight, out of mind.

I can't look at it anymore.

If I keep looking, I really won't be able to resist.

The instant the fruit disappeared, an utterly miserable wail rang out from her Sea of Consciousness.

"It's gone! It's really gone! My fruit! That should have been mine!"

Little Golden Dragon wailed to the heavens for ages before dejectedly retreating into a corner, tail wrapped around its body, looking like a dragon that had lost all its dreams.

"The Dragon Queen plays favorites."

Tang Wuling: "..."

This dragon really had something wrong with it.

She simply blocked out Little Golden Dragon's muttering and turned to head back to her quarters.

Along the way, heartbroken wails still occasionally came from her Sea of Consciousness.

Tang Wuling no longer bothered paying attention.

Only when she neared her quarters did her steps slow.

The room she now occupied was right next to Lin An's.

As she passed that tightly shut door, Tang Wuling