Lu Chengfeng remained silent for a mont, choosing not to say much. At this mont, any words would be pale and powerless.
He rely walked forward slowly and reached out to hold Chang’e’s jade-like hand. Although it was only a remnant thought manifesting, it felt like real flesh and blood, warm to the touch, as if carved from white jade.
Chang’e’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she pursed her lips but ultimately did not speak, nor did she refuse.
Since she had already promised him, there was no need to act reserved. Now, the countdown of life had begun.
She might as well indulge this once, perhaps this would be the last mory and experience of this lifeti.
"Don’t worry, and don’t overthink it; perhaps this is all predestined. If you were alone, you would surely fall in this Chaos Celestial Abyss, and if I hadn’t t you, I would eventually be trapped in this Reincarnation Space-Ti." Lu Chengfeng grasped her scented shoulder.
"But now that fate has brought us together, everything will change."
Chang’e’s face showed a faint smile, "I believe in you."
At this mont, she was incredibly captivating, her eyes like pools of water, soft enough to lt refined steel.
Lu Chengfeng exerted his mana, and suddenly, a mist spread not far from him. From his fingertips, a hot spring appeared in the void, gurgling and soon forming a pool ahead, steaming like an Immortal Lake.
"Fairy Chang’e, let bathe and clothe you!"
Chang’e bit her lip lightly, her big eyes lively, her skin like congealed fat, her neck as white as a swan, beautiful as a spirit under the moonlit night, yet she seed sowhat shy.
"You really are shaless!"
She had been imrsed in past mories and felt a bit sorrowful, but now this man’s sowhat shaless words and burning gaze made her feel uncomfortable all over, how could she rember her sadness?
Lu Chengfeng was also carefully admiring this beauty, seeing this Female Immortal’s graceful curves, the white gauze dress could not hide her rounded breasts, her slender waist that could be easily embraced, her long and straight legs, exuding a chilling and transcendent aura like that of Ming Yue, her figure absolutely perfect.
Not of this mortal world, a smile over her shoulder could overturn all existence.
Such a woman was not born of the mundane world; she was so stunning, beautifully flawless, blessed by the Spirit of Heaven and Earth, a perfect being born of Creation.
Lu Chengfeng held her waist, and the two pressed against each other, under the Cinnamon Tree, by the misty hot spring, with mist swirling and fragrance perating the air.
...
Before long, a flower blood in the hot spring, with a faint fragrance of orchids, intoxicating, a tender flower blooming in the moonlit night, its delicate scent elegant and transcendent.
Lu Chengfeng gave Chang’e a slight smile and released his Spirit Pet, the Red Dragon.
At this ti, the petals of the Immortal Flower Robe in the pool gradually fell, revealing a crystal-clear pistil, sparkling in the moonlight, with each inch flowing with brilliance, extrely sacred.
This flower was the Red Dragon’s most cherished item, greedily wanting to obtain it. Once released by Lu Chengfeng, the massive Red Dragon imdiately raised its head from the pool and bit toward the pistil.
Instantly, the Immortal Flower shook violently, even as if weeping, dropping into the pool water, rippling with the water waves.
Before long, the petals were fully occupied by the massive Red Dragon, indulgently enjoying the Immortal Liquid nurtured by the pistil, listening to the celestial music, with an indescribable delight, like an Immortal Realm.
In the dark chaos, unaware of the passage of ti, it was unknown how long it lasted, the hot spring pool settled into tranquility, the Red Dragon stopped its ruckus, lying still among the petals, slumbering with the pistil.
anwhile, Lu Chengfeng gently embraced Chang’e, simply nestled together, feeling each other’s presence.
After a long ti, Chang’e shimred, her entire being sparkling and pure, with a light and graceful turn, she soared into the sky, her white long skirt descending, covering her jade-like figure.
"My ti has co..."
Lu Chengfeng also rose, quietly watching her, the two seemingly so close, yet felt a vast distance apart.
The Laurel Tree originally standing in the courtyard gradually withered, its flowers falling, landing on Chang’e’s slender jade fingers, making her appear more ethereal and out of this world, noble and distant.
Her fingertip condensed a touch of soft light, an imprint belonging to the Celestial Emperor’s Path Formation Map, gathered on a laurel petal.
"Flowers will bloom again, as long as you can erge from the Celestial Emperor’s Path Formation Map, there will be a day for us to et again."
"By then, I’ll invite you for a drink under the laurels..."
Chang’e smiled amidst the flower rain, free and natural, and then her figure gradually disappeared, like a dreamlike bubble, vanishing completely in no ti, as if everything that had just happened was rely a dream.
Lu Chengfeng was montarily disoriented. When he ca back to his senses, he found himself back inside the Ancient Hall with the Copper Coffin.
Thinking about the woman from monts ago, his heart couldn’t help but tremble.
She was truly too stunning, far beyond any woman he had ever seen. Although they only knew each other for a short ti, it was forever etched in his heart.
The enchanting scenes and monts in the hot spring beca an indelible painting in his mory.
Lu Chengfeng sighed softly, his sowhat low voice echoing in the Ancient Hall. He looked around, seeing the deep hall, and on the floor lay a half-dead white dog he had beaten, still unconscious.
Not far away, a Bronze Ancient Lamp had fallen, its wick flickering with dim light, as if about to extinguish at any mont.
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