No More Pretending, Meng Chen Came Clean and Confessed to Qing Yanjing

Five Blazing Sun Flood Dragon Markings flickered faintly across Meng Chen's chest and abdomen. Crimson-gold light flowed over the surface of his skin, resonating with the formation on the ground.

Every curve of his muscles seemed sculpted by the heavens themselves. His blood and qi surged like billowing smoke, making the temperature of the entire quiet chamber seem to rise slightly.

Qing Yanjing stared at Meng Chen's body and momentarily lost herself.

"Aunt Qing?"

Meng Chen's voice snapped her awake.

Qing Yanjing came to her senses, but she said nothing of her lapse and moved behind Meng Chen.

If she stood behind him, then Chen'er wouldn't affect her state of mind, right?

Thinking this, Qing Yanjing looked up.

Meng Chen straightened his body. The groove down his back was like a canyon, while the broad muscles on either side shifted like rolling mountain ranges.

Qing Yanjing could not help but feel embarrassed and angry. She immediately pressed down on Meng Chen's head. "You... bend over!"

"Huh?"

Meng Chen did not quite understand, but he complied anyway, hunching over with his back bent.

Seeing Meng Chen like this, Qing Yanjing's turbulent emotions finally calmed somewhat.

She took out the Dragon Blood that still radiated dragon might. However, compared to the current Meng Chen, its dragon might was no longer as terrifying as it had been when he first encountered it.

Meng Chen: So you're the fucking True Dragon's blood?

Dragon lair: Just call me Little Loach, big brother divine body.

The pale golden Dragon Blood was drawn out, one thread splitting into a hundred wisps. Qing Yanjing still released them one wisp at a time.

The medicinal liquid was quickly dyed gold by the Dragon Blood and began to boil, just as it had when Meng Chen first used it.

Logically