The Arrogant Emperor Dragon Walks into the Trap

After returning to the wooden cabin.

Yuan Qingtian watched as Liu Erlong's condition worsened in his arms, his expression turning grave.

"What exactly is this...?"

Time was of the essence. He immediately examined Liu Erlong from head to toe.

"Hot..."

Liu Erlong mumbled incoherently.

Without hesitation, Yuan Qingtian stripped off all her clothes.

A fine sheen of sweat beaded across her twin peaks, sliding down those proud curves.

A wisp of Soul Power curled around his fingertips as he pressed them against her lower abdomen.

Yet it did not provide the slightest relief.

"This..."

He did not give up and continued trying all sorts of methods.

But the results remained far from satisfactory.

Yuan Qingtian...

Still, he could not stand seeing her dressed so thinly. He grabbed the coat beside him and draped it directly over her shoulders. When Wen Xuehui reached out to remove it, Gu Haoyu pressed his palm down on her shoulder.

"What about you?" Shao Fucheng had not expected Lu Xingzhi to make such a bold arrangement.

Wei Anning froze for a moment. Seeing that he had no intention of fastening his seat belt, she bent down to buckle it for him.

Her lips moved of their own accord to his neck. After work, she raised her head and lightly bit him, her hot, heavy breath spraying across Lu Ming's neck.

Zhuang Rou could no longer hear her voice. She touched her bulging belly and happily went to find the adviser, intending to look for the messenger who had delivered the letter and was returning to the capital today. But she learned that Chu Xia also had a letter to send back, so the messenger had been summoned to Clear Wind Residence.

At those words, his subordinate fell silent, not daring to offer further advice. He still vividly remembered what had happened last time: not one of the people sent to assassinate Gu Chengxi had returned. A few days later, another group of assassins had arrived and slaughtered every subordinate his master had secretly cultivated.

Xia Yimo jolted awake and abruptly opened her eyes, only to see a handsome face magnified before her.

Wei Anning blinked. The ambiguity in the man's tone was clearly about more than merely warming the bed; he had another motive entirely. She leaned closer, until their lips were nearly touching.

Suddenly, An Weixi turned to look at the azure seawater, a determined smile curling across her lips.

They, too, had come from the ranks. Only through fighting with blade and spear, tempered by war after war, had the Feng Family Army earned its illustrious reputation.

Chen Zheng walked into the vegetable patch, picked four or five tomatoes, washed them with water, and brought them into the thatched shed. The tomatoes were bright red and alluring, their nearly translucent skins enclosing fresh juice and tender flesh.

Terrifying auras surged skyward one after another, like monstrous beasts rising in an instant and blotting out half the sky.

"Lord Kelelu, sorry to have kept you waiting!" Lizaru and Epitenis hurriedly dismounted and apologized. Although Kelelu was more than a decade younger than them, he was likewise an elder of the Senate. This time, he had even been specially ordered to temporarily set aside his administrative duties to assist them, so neither dared show the slightest disrespect.

Chen Zheng entered a stone chamber a hundred paces wide. The moment he stepped inside, dazzling golden light filled his vision. Gold bricks had been stacked into square mounds, each one zhang long, wide, and high. There were three rows across and three rows deep, nine mounds of gold in total.

Treating the illusory formation of the Chaotic Stone Forest as though it were nothing, Chen Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, Step by Step Lotus, descending like a deity ascending to immortality until he reached above everyone's heads.

For a moment, every member of the Witch Clan wore an incredulous look of horror as they stared up at the figure suspended in midair. Faintly, they were even cowed by that King's Aura, and a deep fear rose within their hearts.

The Kingdom Hotel was an inn funded and built by the Dionysian Kingdom. As its name implied, it was used to receive the kingdom's guests, such as envoys or distinguished visitors from other nations.

Could this be the Dionysians' way of fighting? Segovani muttered inwardly. Come to think of it, although he had fought the Dionysians once, that had been a pursuit battle. The two sides had yet to engage in a formal pitched battle.

Song Huaizu began hammering again. At that moment, the aura permeating the blade suddenly changed, turning violent and restless, as if deeply dissatisfied with being bound within the blade blank. A savage, agitated aura crashed about inside it. The blade blank emitted a buzzing sound and trembled violently.