Super Sweet

Bi Ji spent the entire night talking with Yang Fan, attempting to catch a glimpse into his world.

Consequently, Yang Fan played the role of a web-novel tailor for a night.

He threw in the Battle Through the Heavens Continent, the Ancient Dragon God, and various magical beasts, while using the cultivation system of the Douluo Continent to explain his own martial soul.

In short, it was a distorted, heavily modified version of the Douluo Continent.

Fortunately, this was the era of the Legend of the Dragon King, where the theory of parallel universes had already emerged. Coupled with the popularity of web novels, Bi Ji was naturally led astray by his guidance.

These claims held enough water, and when combined with the eloquence Yang Fan had honed while appraising treasures, along with his highly deceptive age, Bi Ji was truly hoodwinked by his fabrications.

She even felt as though she had found the turning point for the fate of the soul beasts.

If she could find the coordinates of Yang Fan's original plane, would the soul beasts have a new space to survive? Would they no longer have to force their Lord—this little girl—to carry a burden she shouldn't have to bear?

Di Tian was far too superstitious about the Dragon God, and their Lord was merely a child who hadn't seen much of the world in tens of thousands of years. Even with the memory fragments of the Dragon God, she was still just a child.

The fate of the soul beast clan ultimately had to rely on the soul beasts themselves.

Thinking of this, she took their Lord's clothes and some food from the spatial bracelet on her wrist and handed them to Yang Fan.

"Your world is very important to our soul beast clan, though I am not sure if you have realized her identity through your strange martial soul."

As Bi Ji spoke, she glanced at Na'er, who was bouncing barefoot on the soft, large bed before flopping down in the center.

"I need to discuss with the others how to treat you. Please take care of our Lord... Na'er for these few days. Na'er has a special constitution and a large appetite, so please accept these specially prepared foods."

With that, Bi Ji left the room, leaving only Yang Fan and Na'er, who lay on the bed like a lazy little kitten.

Na'er rolled around on the bed, her large, watery eyes looking at Yang Fan with full anticipation.

"Is Big Brother going to come and keep me company?"

Yang Fan stood by the bedside.

Looking at the defenseless little girl on the bed, his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Although he wore the appearance of a twelve-year-old boy, inside he was a transmigrator in his twenties or thirties.

He was supposed to squeeze into a bed with a six-year-old loli, despite his mental age being decades older?

Even if this little loli was a "Tianshan Tonglao" who had lived for tens

"No! I want to eat burgers, skewers, candied haws... all those delicious things. Sister Bi Ji always says they're unhealthy and won't let me have them... I've been eating what you have in your hands for weeks now, and it doesn't taste good at all..."

Na'er looked at Yang Fan with a pitiful expression.

"Alright, alright, Big Brother will take you out to shop and eat delicious food."

How could Yang Fan refuse such a pitiful little Silver Dragon King? Could it be that because she had met his family (Bi Ji), she had finally opened her heart to him? She had been such a little mute at the beginning.

Eat! Besides, the money he had earned from selling metal yesterday hadn't been spent yet!

Leaning alone against the vermilion railing at dusk, the new moon in the southwest curved like an eyebrow.

Yang Fan brought a skipping Na'er to the night market snack street in East Sea City.

"Brother Yang Fan, that smoking ice cream looks so magical! And that grilled sausage smells so good too!"

Na'er gripped the edge of the food cart tightly, her large, watery eyes sparkling as she stared at the pure milk ice cream inside.

Yang Fan followed the direction of her finger and saw an ice cream cart glowing under the neon lights, with a vintage red cart next to it sizzling with pure pork sausages.

He sighed helplessly, "Na'er, you're still young. If you eat hot and cold things together before bed, your stomach won't feel very good."

"It won't! Na'er's tummy isn't afraid of hot or cold!" Na'er immediately turned her head, retorting righteously before switching back to a pitiful expression.

She hugged Yang Fan's arm tightly with both small hands, shaking it gently as she acted spoiled, "Brother Yang Fan, buy me one, please?"

"...Fine."

Yang Fan thought about it; with the constitution of the Silver Dragon King, perhaps she really wasn't afraid of the clash of ice and fire. He readily took out some change and, amidst the vendor auntie's kind laughter, accepted a milk ice cream and a golden, crispy grilled sausage.

"Yay! Brother Yang Fan is the best!"

Na'er cheered, impatiently taking the ice cream and licking it cautiously, her eyes squinting into crescent moons.

She held up the ice cream while staring longingly at the sausage in Yang Fan's hand, her small mouth slightly open as she let out an "Ah~" command.

Yang Fan smiled helplessly and held the sausage to her lips. Watching her take a satisfied bite, he saw a bit of sauce on the corner of her mouth and reached out to gently wipe it away.

"Eat slowly, no one is going to snatch it from you."

Yang Fan said softly.

Na'er swallowed the sausage, looked up with a smile, and then held the ice cream toward Yang Fan's mouth, "Brother Yang Fan, have some too! It's super sweet!"

He lowered his head slightly and took a gentle lick of the ice cream from her hand.

Hmm, it was indeed quite sweet.

"Super sweet~"

Lan Yin's jealous voice echoed from Yang Fan's spiritual sea.