But these happy times eventually come to an end.
Three more days.
Xiao Wu rolled over and nestled against Xuan Ming's chest, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles on his collarbone. Her voice was filled with deep reluctance, "Time has flown by too quickly... It feels like it's only just begun."
Xuan Ming gently stroked her long hair, a hint of doting and helplessness flashing in his eyes.
"Happy times are always fleeting," he whispered, offering comfort. "Besides, we have a future, countless millennia to come."
"Hmph, 'later' is 'later,' 'now' is 'now'!"
Xiao Wu suddenly raised her head, her large eyes flashing with an almost fanatical determination, "For the remaining three days, I don't care what you're going to do, but... I won't allow you to rest!"
"I want it all! Not a single bit for the next person!"
Three days later.
Xiao Wu lay sprawled on Xuan Ming like a rag doll, too weak to even move a finger. Her face was still flushed, but a satisfied smile graced her lips.
"Are you satisfied?" Xuan Ming gently patted her back, his voice a little hoarse.
"Hmm... it's alright."
Xiao Wu groaned weakly, raised her head, glanced at the stars gradually brightening on the horizon, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her mischievous look.
"Brother Xuan Ming, time is almost up."
"Hmm." Xuan Ming nodded. "Who's next?"
This was also a question that had always intrigued him: what was the exact order in which these women drew lots?
Xiao Wu blinked, then suddenly grinned mischievously.
"You guess?"
"I couldn't guess," Xuan Ming answered honestly. "I wasn't involved in your underhanded operations."
"Hehe, I won't tell you." Xiao Wu kept him in suspense, "But... I can give you a hint."
She leaned close to Xuan Ming's ear, her tone becoming somewhat meaningful.
"The next one... is a delicate young lady. She's very frail and can't withstand the kind of torment you've been putting her through these past two days."
"When you do it... remember to be gentle."
Xuan Ming was taken aback.
Frail body? Young lady?
Chapter 513 is used up again.
"Could it be...?"
Before he could even utter the name, a strange buzzing sound suddenly came from the sky.
"Buzz--!!!"
The once silent night sky was instantly illuminated by a dazzling nine-colored light.
The light was sacred and magnificent, carrying a unique Auxiliary System Divine Power fluctuation, like a rainbow bridge that directly pierced through the dimensional barrier and descended from the distant Divine Realm to the Elf Star.
"They're here!" Xiao Wu exclaimed gleefully.
Immediately afterwards, a beautiful figure dressed in a gorgeous palace gown, with her skirt fluttering in the wind, descended like a fairy descending to earth, flying down along the nine-colored pillar of light.
" Xuan Ming --!!!"
With a cry that was both tearful and filled with joy, the figure showed no sign of slowing down and crashed into Xuan Ming's arms like a small cannonball.
"Bang!"
Xuan Ming groaned as he was hit, and instinctively opened his arms to catch the person who had hit him.
He was embraced by a soft, warm body, carrying a faint fragrance. That familiar touch, that familiar capriciousness and coquettishness...
" Rongrong?"
Xuan Ming looked at the girl in his arms, who was crying her eyes out and had snot and tears all over his chest, with a look of astonishment and helplessness on his face.
Why is it you?
Ning Rongrong raised her head, her once bright eyes now red from crying. She sobbed and defiantly pounded Xuan Ming's chest with her little fists.
"Waaaaah... Why can't it be me?!"
"I came in second! Second place in the draw!"
"Do you know how I spent that day in the Divine Realm? I watched Xiao Wu go down to have fun with you, while I was up there counting down the seconds! I was almost going crazy with worry!"
"You heartless bastard! Don't you want to see me? Do you only want to be with that rascal Xiao Wu?!"
Looking at the Nine-Colored Goddess in his arms who started throwing a tantrum and acting completely unrefined the moment they met, Xuan Ming felt a headache coming on.
He glanced at Xiao Wu beside him instinctively.
Xiao Wu had already leisurely finished dressing and was sitting to the side watching the show, her face full of "I knew this would happen" expressions.
"Alright, handover complete."
Xiao Wu clapped her hands and made a face at Ning Rongrong, " Rongrong, I've handed him over to you safe and sound. But... just a friendly reminder, he's currently in a post-coital state, so you'll probably have to put in some effort if you want to make any progress."
"You!"
Ning Rongrong's face turned red with anger. " Xiao Wu, you shameless thing! You used him all up and left him for me?!"
"Hehe, who told you your luck wasn't as good as mine?"
Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue, then her figure flashed, transforming into a streak of light that shot into the sky, leaving behind only a string of silvery laughter.
"I'm going back to catch up on my sleep! Have a good time, you guys!"
Watching Xiao Wu disappear into the horizon, Ning Rongrong stomped her feet in anger, but then turned her head and looked at Xuan Ming with teary eyes, her face full of grievance and expectation.
" Xuan Ming..."
She sniffed, buried her face in Xuan Ming's arms, and her voice was as soft as water.
"I don't care... the next year is mine anyway."
You have to make up for what you owe me... double!
Looking at this spoiled brat, and recalling Xiao Wu's "warning" before she left, Xuan Ming felt a phantom pain in his waist.
Gently?
With this attitude from your grandma, it's probably impossible to be gentle with her, right?
"Okay, okay, we'll make up for it, we'll make up for everything."
Xuan Ming sighed helplessly, picked up Ning Rongrong, and walked towards the depths of the distant icy plains.
"But... can we find a warmer place first? Aren't you cold in this freezing weather?"
"I'm not cold! I'm not cold as long as you're here!"
Time flies, and years pass like an arrow.
For mortals, ten years is a long journey, enough for a young man to grow old and a beautiful woman to age. But for Xuan Ming, these ten years are but a fleeting moment in the Divine Realm, like ten days in the blink of an eye.
But this fleeting moment left an indelible mark on his life.
At the summit of a sea of clouds, atop a floating celestial island.
Xuan Ming stood on the edge of the cliff, watching a gentle, emerald-green figure transform into a stream of light, piercing through the dimensional barrier and disappearing into the horizon.
That's Bi Ji.
"Gentle? Quiet?"
Xuan Ming rubbed his slightly sore lower back. "In this world, you really can't judge a book by its cover, and you certainly can't judge a beast by its appearance."
Who would have thought that Bi Ji, who usually speaks softly and feels distressed even if she accidentally steps on an ant, would be such a complete "endearing contrast" in this situation?
Throughout the year, she was like a piece of jade that appeared gentle and smooth but was actually scorching hot; once you got involved, you couldn't shake it off. And what's most deadly is that she's a healer, and her forte is restoring and recuperating Life.
This leads to a terrifying cycle:
Tired? No problem, Bi Ji casts a Life- saving heal over you, and you're instantly back to full of energy.
Overdrawn? No problem, a glimpse of the jade's light will instantly restore your energy and vitality.
Thus, Xuan Ming spent the year in a state of "being unable to faint even if he wanted to" and "being forced to keep going indefinitely."
That kind of unstoppable madness almost gave him psychological trauma.
"These women... they all want to devour me alive!"
Xuan Ming sighed, turned around and sat on the blue stone by the cliff. He casually summoned a pot of immortal wine, took a big gulp, and tried to calm his nerves.
Over the past decade, he has truly learned what it means to "explode after repression."
From Xiao Wu's tireless nature to Ning Rongrong's spoiled demands, then to Zhu Zhuqing's quiet, ambitious nature, and Shui Bing'er's extreme experience of experiencing both ice and fire...
Each one looked like a wolf that hadn't eaten for tens of thousands of years, its eyes gleaming green.
They wished they could split the year in two, spending their days playing and eating with him, and their nights... giving him no time to even catch his breath.
"Buzz--!!!"
Above the sky, a sea of clouds surges.
The originally white clouds were instantly dyed a dazzling gold, and an aura of holiness, vastness, and majesty that inspired awe and reverence descended without warning.
It lacks the splendor of nine colors, the vitality of emerald green, and only the purest and most domineering light.
Golden light pierced through the clouds, and six enormous golden wings slowly unfurled in the air, each feather seemingly formed from the essence of the sun.
At the center of that light, a stunningly beautiful figure, dressed in golden palace attire and wearing an Angel crown, descended slowly, like a queen judging the world.
Qian Renxue.
She finally arrived.
However, the Angel God's expression did not seem very pleasant.
She folded her wings and landed lightly in front of Xuan Ming, her golden eyes filled with a hint of resentment, a hint of annoyance, and a hint of barely concealed urgency.
"Oh, Your Majesty the God King, you're still alive?"
Qian Renxue crossed her arms and looked down at Xuan Ming, who was sitting on the rock, her tone tinged with a hint of sourness, "Why does your face look a little pale?"
Xuan Ming: "..."
He subconsciously touched his face. Was it pale? That's because Bi Ji had overdone it!
Why is it you?
Xuan Ming was somewhat surprised, "I remember your luck... wasn't that good, right? It's only been ten years, and you've already gotten it?"
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's face darkened even further.
"You dare mention luck?!"
She glared at Xuan Ming through gritted teeth, "How could I, the mighty Angel God, have such terrible luck!"
"I watched from up there as everyone behind me came down, even that late-blooming Soul Beast, Bi Ji, moved ahead of me! Do you know how hard it was for me?!"
Xuan Ming looked at her pitiful yet stubbornly proud appearance and immediately had a bad feeling. He remembered that Ning Rongrong was just like that when she first came down.
Then, once she started acting crazy, she never stopped.
"Before we begin, let me ask you something." Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes slightly.
"That woman, Bi Ji... although she seems honest, I've heard she's a healer. Healers are usually quite persistent."
Qian Renxue leaned closer, her golden hair falling onto Xuan Ming's shoulders, carrying a pleasant, sunny scent.
" Xuan Ming, confess honestly."
"You didn't... run out of money again, did you?"