Helan Ying said nothing, lowering his head in silence.
Seeing this, Helan Zhao could not be bothered to pay him any attention. He pulled Yuan Shu behind a small mound not far away.
“Shushu, where are we going next?”
Helan Zhao was in an excellent mood.
Flirting with Yuan Shu right in front of Helan Ying, treating him like a fool while keeping him in the dark—there was something strangely thrilling about it.
And seeing that Yuan Shu showed not the slightest reaction to Helan Ying’s anger made him even happier.
As expected, compared to Helan Ying, Shushu still liked him more!
Yuan Shu glanced up at Helan Zhao’s handsome face, the corners of her lips curling faintly. She slowly pulled back the hand he had pressed against his chest.
With a thought, the white spiritual power of Bai Ze’s spirit appeared at her fingertips. A moment later, it pointed in a certain direction.
Yuan Shu’s eyes flickered as she followed the direction indicated by the spirit’s power.
“Let’s go that way.”
Helan Zhao looked toward the direction Yuan Shu had indicated.
“That way… I remember it’s near the Death Demon Forest.”
…
Helan Ying fell silent, his eyes tightly shut beneath the black ribbon. No matter how unusual the sounds beside him became, he chose to ignore them.
His indifference only made Helan Zhao bolder.
Aside from when they were traveling, whenever they had a moment to rest, Helan Zhao would hold Yuan Shu and cuddle up with her somewhere not far from Helan Ying.
Yuan Shu had originally refused, wanting to keep a low profile.
But Helan Zhao had spent so much time with her that he had long since figured out her temperament.
He was also very good at making use of his own beauty.
Whenever they had free time, he would fuss over his appearance a little.
He trimmed his eyebrows, combed his long hair neatly, changed into clean clothes, and dabbed on two drops of lavender flower sap that could stir a person’s desire.
Whenever he appeared before Yuan Shu, he looked exactly like a gorgeous peacock displaying its feathers!
Yuan Shu could not resist the handsome, pretty young man. Her brows drew together slightly as she bit her lower lip and opened her collar, exposing his chest while gazing at her pitifully.
Her hand had already moved ahead of her thoughts, parting his collar and coming to rest against his chest.
Helan Zhao immediately seized the opportunity. Wrapping an arm around Yuan Shu’s waist, he lowered his head and kissed her.
…
Sounds thick with desire and ambiguity drifted over from not far away.
Helan Ying’s thin lips pressed tightly together. The hand resting on his knee clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white.
His disdain for Helan Zhao grew even stronger.
But as the commotion on the other side grew louder, he heard the sound of clothing falling to the ground, followed by an unrestrained sob that escaped involuntarily.
The hand on his knee suddenly trembled.
That voice…
He abruptly turned his head. Even with the black ribbon between them, he could not make out what was happening in the distance.
A moment later, he found the thought absurd.
That voice was completely different from Yuan Shu’s soft, delicate tone. How had he just thought it sounded familiar?
He must be crazy!
And yet, no matter how he tried to reason with himself, the strange thought that had surfaced moments ago refused to disappear.
How could there be someone whose intermittent, breathy moans sounded exactly the same?
Yuan Shu still had no idea that the involuntary moan she had let out had already aroused Helan Ying’s suspicions.
At that moment, there was only one thought in her mind.
Helan Zhao was impotent, yet he was still so clingy!
Knowing he could not perform normally, he had teased her little by little until she could no longer control her desire, and then…
Several times, she had tried to kick Helan Zhao away, only to be held tightly by him.
After that, her mind had gone completely blank.
…
By the time Yuan Shu regained awareness in her hands and feet, she was already lying limp in Helan Zhao’s arms.
“Shushu, your body really likes me!”
He lowered his head to look at her. His bright black eyes were filled with unconcealed pride at having received her acknowledgment.
So what if they could not cultivate through dual cultivation? He had other ways to pleasure Yuan Shu.
Did it make a difference?
Not in the slightest!
If they had not still been traveling, he could have kept Yuan Shu from thinking about anything else for three days and three nights!
Yuan Shu did not even have the strength to raise a hand and hit him.
She did not know whether this fellow had figured it out by himself or learned it from someone else.
The sensation was unbearably tormenting—perhaps even more so than dual cultivation.
But the satisfaction was just as real.
At present, the only part of her that could move, and wanted to move, was the hand pinching the soft flesh at Helan Zhao’s waist.
“Helan Zhao, can all human cultivators with the Heavenly Dragon bloodline transform?”
Yuan Shu’s voice was somewhat hoarse. Just mentioning it made her body tense again.
Helan Zhao chuckled twice.
“Not all of them. Only someone with the Heavenly Dragon bloodline who cultivates the Heavenly Dragon imperial technique can transform into a Heavenly Dragon.”
“Helan Ying doesn’t know the imperial technique, so I’m the only one who can do it!”
There was unmistakable pride in his voice. His arm around Yuan Shu tightened slightly, and his thin lips brushed near her ear as he blew out a suggestive breath.
“So if Shushu wants it, you can only come to me!”
So this was the true purpose behind his teasing her several times, wasn’t it?
He wanted to make her unable to leave him?
But…
Yuan Shu’s mind involuntarily recalled what had just happened, and her body began to soften again.
If he could pleasure her like that whenever they had free time, it really was enough to make anyone reluctant to leave.
She curled her lips into a smile, looked up at Helan Zhao’s grinning face, and reached out to pinch his chin.
“Have you decided to follow me? If you follow me, you can’t look for any other women in the future. Helan Zhao, you’d better think carefully!”
Helan Zhao blinked his clear, bright eyes.
“Shushu, didn’t I already answer that question last time?”
As if worried that Yuan Shu had forgotten, Helan Zhao grew serious. His expression became solemn as he slowly made his promise, word by word.
“Shushu, the Heavenly Dragon imperial family only does this for their own wives. In this lifetime, I will have only one wife—you.”
The determination and gravity in his dark eyes were meant for Yuan Shu, but it also seemed as though he were making the vow to himself.
Yuan Shu suddenly smiled and reached out to stroke his handsome face.
“When we have the chance, I’ll go to the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty and learn that Rotation Technique for you!”
Helan Zhao’s eyes lit up at once.
“Shushu…”
Yuan Shu said nothing. She merely lifted her head and kissed the thin lips that had brought her to the brink of ecstasy.
…
“Helan Zhao, I just heard the sounds of demon spirit hounds to the east. Go take a look.”
After another half day of travel, they had barely rested for long when Helan Ying suddenly turned his head and spoke to Helan Zhao.
Helan Zhao froze, his expression changing slightly.
“Demon spirit hounds? Are you sure?”
Demon spirit hounds were the scouts and vanguard of the demon race. If they were discovered by them, the demons would probably catch up very soon.
When Helan Ying nodded, Helan Zhao did not dare be careless. He glanced at Yuan Shu, who was resting on the ground nearby.
Only after seeing her nod did he answer, “I’ll go take a look. Be careful.”
With that, Helan Zhao turned and shot toward the direction Helan Ying had indicated.
The forest soon fell quiet.
However, it was not long before—
“Mm…”
Helan Ying suddenly let out a pained groan. The next moment, he clutched his chest with one hand, his entire body convulsing uncontrollably.
His face, half-hidden beneath the black ribbon, was twisted in agony as he gritted his teeth.
Yuan Shu rose from the stone, her heart tightening. Frowning, she looked at Helan Ying, who had suddenly begun acting as though he were suffering from an attack, and asked,
“What’s wrong?”
Helan Ying gritted his teeth and forced a single word through them.
“It hurts…”
