"Give a surprise, but you didn't have to tie up, did you?"
In a dimly lit underground cave, flickering candlelight illuminated Gu Yuena's stunning face.
Su Wen's hands were tied to a chair, looking at the girl in shock. Her silver hair draped over her shoulders, her purple eyes sparkling, as she licked her red lips, eyeing him like prey.
Yandere?
No, Gu Yuena isn't the yandere type. Isn't she just a white-giving Dragon King? White-giving… not good!!!
Su Wen realized he'd been tricked.
So forced "giving" also counts as "giving," huh.
How's this any different from the "Secret Chamber Douluo" flowing in the Angel Martial Soul's bloodline?
"Nana, what's the aning of this?" Su Wen tried to struggle, but no matter how strong his body was, he couldn't escape a demigod's grasp.
Elder Yi was busy preparing for a godhood breakthrough, so he wouldn't care about their couple's little "secret chamber, bondage, or alphabet" hobbies. He'd probably just smile and say, "You really know how to play."
"Don't struggle… I've completely blocked out the outside world." Gu Yuena's purple eyes reflected two dancing flas, her desire burning.
Her slender hands gently cupped Su Wen's cheeks—cool and soft—turning his face to et her gaze.
"The Thunder Hell Prison Vine was fake too?" Su Wen twitched his lips.
"It's real, but only a thousand-year one… not undergoing tribulation to advance to ten-thousand-year, so we have plenty of ti." Gu Yuena chuckled.
"Why rush? The Sea God's Fate Blind Date is coming soon…" Su Wen's throat bobbed as he breathed in her fragrant breath.
"If you'd give a place, I wouldn't be anxious." Gu Yuena gritted her teeth.
"But you keep putting off, again and again!"
"What do I lack, compared to them? Hm? Isn't long silver hair attractive?"
Gu Yuena grew angrier: "And you tricked into the Star Dou Forest. You just don't want showing up at the Sea God's Fate, huh? Fine, I won't show up. I'm too lazy to compete with them, but you… must give now!"
"..."
Su Wen fell silent.
Sure enough, even a river full of heroes can't hide his little sches; he'd been seen through and shad.
"Mmm~"
Gu Yuena lifted Su Wen's chin with a slender finger. As their eyes t again, she leaned forward, straddled his legs, her fragrance enveloping him as sweet softness brushed his lips and teeth.
But soon, the kisses weren't enough for Gu Yuena.
She half-knelt in front of Su Wen, lifted her enchanting eyes, and gave a mocking smile… (abridged)
Her slim finger pressed to Su Wen's lips as she leaned down: "Shh…"
"Don't stop."
A sleepless night.
Outside the cave.
Su Wen hobbled out, supporting his waist, with Gu Yuena at his side helping him.
The contrast was stark.
He had two black eye circles, looking weak and drained, while Gu Yuena's silver hair was elegantly coiled, her face glowing with satisfaction and vigor.
"If it were an ordinary soul master, you'd have killed him…" Su Wen couldn't help but complain.
"I wouldn't bother with ordinary soul masters." Gu Yuena snorted. Her hand gently massaged Su Wen's waist, and her fair face blushed.
It was more than just a sleepless night…
They'd gone wild; the world itself seed to disappear.
Only after Gu Yuena had squeezed every drop of energy from Su Wen did they finally leave the cave. This was truly addictive.
Even with his beastly physique, Su Wen was still too "frail" before a divine-level dragon. He barely held his own at first, but beca a plaything for the "giant dragon" in the end.
Best not to recall such tragic mories.
"But at least hard work brings rewards." Su Wen enjoyed the massage, thinking to himself.
At least a month from now, at the Sea God's Fate, there'd be one less headache to deal with.
"Oh, right, I'll be attending in half a month too." Gu Yuena smiled apologetically.
"Why?" Su Wen was stunned.
"If I don't show off, isn't it like wearing fine clothes at night?" Gu Yuena said elegantly, chest out. "I'll make them jealous! Even that little rookie Rui Beast—how dare she compete with …"
Su Wen: "..."
I'm done for!
In the Storm Valley.
Thunder roared and rampaged, like thick black-purple dragons weaving through the clouds, sending chills with their crackling roars.
Yet in this scorched, plantless land, a single dark purple bamboo stood tall.
"Master, this is it…"
The Myriad Demon King bowed, pointing down.
But envy—and even jealousy—flashed in its eyes.
It hadn't cared at first, but upon seeing Su Wen with the master, it understood why it had been summoned. This Thunder Hell Prison Vine was truly lucky.
It might even restore the Thunder God's glory.
Despite cultivating for one hundred thousand years, it couldn't match a lucky bamboo. Thunder Hell Prison Vine's bloodline was exceptional, and its power ranked top three among plant soul beasts.
But it had a trait: it could only advance by being tempered in lightning, much like enduring heavenly tribulation. At certain stages, it was extrely hard to survive…
The more lightning it absorbed, the more powerful and terrifying it beca—but also the more unstable.
So even after a hundred thousand years, the Myriad Demon King had never seen a Thunder Hell Prison Vine reach that age.
Not even heard of one.
"Not bad."
Su Wen nodded in satisfaction.
He watched as lightning gathered and bombarded the purple bamboo, yet it stood unyielding. The thunder left marks on its leaves, but did little harm; instead, a layer of dark purple light coated its vines, circulating endlessly.
Its strength surged.
[Thunder Hell Prison Vine]
[Talent: 7]
[Evaluation: King among plant soul beasts, with extre thunder attribute and explosive power. Contains the Thunder God's bloodline…]
"Thunder God…" Su Wen mused.
Another fallen deity.
And the divine seat was still vacant. Could he restore its glory? What was wrong with the Divine Realm—did empty thrones stay empty forever? As divine enforcers, did Tang San and the others really lack the ability to help choose successors, or did they just…
…not want to?
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