Swallowing the Starry Sky: Rebirth of the Thunder Dragon Emperor, Many Children and Many Blessings

"No!"

"How could this be?"

The night pearl in the cave flickered, just like Nangong Wan's disordered heartbeat at the moment.

She suddenly grabbed the bronze mirror on the table, and the face reflected in the mirror made her fingertips tremble.

The corners of her eyes were flushed with peach blossoms, and her lips were bitten by herself until they were as red as blood. How could she still be the "Fairy Hanyue" who made the demons tremble in fear?

"A pure heart is like water, and pure water is the heart"

She recited "Bing Xin Jue" tremblingly, but stopped abruptly when she came to "no desire, no request".

Her jade hand touched her heart, which was beating violently in response to Lei Dong's name, and it was so hot that it seemed to melt through the protective Qi condensed by the Ice Skill.

"absurd!"

She waved her sleeves suddenly and knocked over her dressing box, causing her pearl hairpins and jade hairpins to scatter.

A pair of golden lotus steps rocked to her feet. This was the magic weapon given to her by her master when he said that her "heart of Taoism was pure and clear, and she did not need to go through the trials of love and affection."

Now the black ice bead inlaid in the lotus heart actually showed tiny cracks, just like her Tao heart that she thought was indestructible.

Suddenly, a nightingale chirped outside the cave, and the sound inexplicably overlapped with the ink-colored laughter that sounded like silver bells.

Nangong Wan's pupils suddenly shrank, and a suffocating scene suddenly emerged in her sea of ​​consciousness.

If that little girl knew that at this moment, her mind was full of her Taoist partner.

"what!"

She suddenly squatted down with her head in her hands, and her hair fell like a waterfall.

As her three thousand strands of black hair fell, the scene of Lei Dong playing with the ink-colored ring on the ends of her hair became clearer in her memory.

At that time she only thought that the lecher was frivolous, but now when she recalled it, the movement of his slender fingers running through her black hair made her tremble all over.

The cold jade bed suddenly made a buzzing sound as if it could not bear the weight, and the frost that had condensed on the bed for a hundred years was melting.

Nangong Wan was shocked to find that the cold air around her had uncontrollably transformed into steaming white mist, condensing into fine water droplets on the surface of her skin.

“So this is the calamity of love?”

She smiled bitterly and looked at her palms, where wisps of pink mist were leaking out from between her fingers.

This is the "lingering love" recorded in the secret book of Yanyue Sect, and it will only appear in disciples who are deeply moved.

The senior sister who showed such a strange phenomenon last time is now the cauldron of the elders of the Hehuan Sect.

Suddenly, ripples like water appeared on the stone wall, and a thunderous shadow walked out from the ripples.

Nangong Wan stood up suddenly, and the cold jade bed cracked with a crack.

She stared at her shaking fingertips.

Just now, he had unconsciously carved the word "Thunder" on the stone wall. Each stroke was three inches deep, and there was an indescribable anxiety in the sharp sword energy.

The night wind blew through the cave, making her Taoist robe rustle.

For the first time in two hundred years, she took the initiative to remove all restrictions.

The lights of the Ascension Conference flickered in the distance. Nangong Wan stood on the top of the mountain, her spiritual awareness spreading like a tide.

She should have searched for the traces of the demon cultivator, but her spiritual power spontaneously locked onto a specific scent - a unique mixture of the fragrance of elixir and thunder.

"I just want to investigate his evil magic"

She gritted her teeth and made hand gestures, but the lotus platform under her feet flew uncontrollably towards the busiest market place.

On the eaves of Zuixian Tower, Lei Dong was embracing an ink-colored ring and admiring the moon.

The little girl was chattering something, he lowered his head and chuckled, then fed a spiritual fruit to her lips.

"boom!"

The attic thirty feet away was suddenly covered with frost, and several peeking monks were instantly frozen into ice sculptures.

Nangong Wan herself was frightened by the out-of-control spiritual power and hurriedly hid in the clouds.

Her heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to burst through her chest. She pressed her hands on her chest, which felt as hot as roiling lava.

What was even more terrifying was that when Lei Dong looked up at her as if he had realized something, she subconsciously stroked her messy hair.

Nangong Wan's fingertips suddenly froze the moment they touched her hair, as if she was awakened by lightning.

"What am I doing?"

She looked in disbelief at her slightly curled fingertips, on which there was still a faint scent of peach blossoms.

This was the gel she had specially changed this morning. It was the first time in two hundred years that she cared about her makeup.

The laughter beneath the clouds grew increasingly harsh.

Mo Caihuan was standing on tiptoe and feeding a spiritual fruit to Lei Dong's mouth.

The lecher actually bit the girl's hand and deliberately licked her fingertips.

"Shameless!"

A cold light flashed in Nangong Wan's sleeves, and her own flying sword "Frost Sky" made a clear sword sound.

But just as the sword energy was about to break through the air, she suddenly discovered that Lei Dong's eyes were glancing sideways towards the clouds where she was hiding.

There wasn't a trace of frivolity in those eyes; they were clearly sharp and saw through everything, and there was also a hint of playfulness.

"Can he see me?"

This realization shocked Nangong Wandao's heart.

Lei Dong stood outside the cave, his black robe rustling in the mountain breeze.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a lazy smile between his eyebrows, as if he had already seen through her panic.

"Fairy Nangong, are you all right?"

His voice was low, with a hint of teasing, yet still polite.

But it was precisely this perfect sense of distance that made Nangong Wan's heart skip a beat.

She subconsciously clenched her sleeves, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Damn! Why is her heart beating so fast?

The Frost Sword hummed beside her, as if sensing the emotional fluctuations of its owner. The sword body trembled slightly, and the frost condensed and shattered.

"Fellow Daoist Lei, what is your intention in trespassing into my cave?"

She suppressed her disordered breath and spoke in a cold voice, but the tips of her ears turned red uncontrollably.

Lei Dong chuckled, and instead of stepping back, he took a step forward.

Nangong Wan's breathing stagnated and she instinctively wanted to step back, but her feet seemed to be rooted and she couldn't move.

He was too close.

So close that she could smell the faint fragrance of elixir on his body, mixed with the sharp breath tempered by thunder, which invaded her senses domineeringly.

"I heard that the fairy had some problems with her training recently, so I came to visit her."

He leaned forward slightly, staring at her intently, with a half-smile on his face, "Now it seems that the rumors are true."

Nangong Wan's heart skipped a beat and she raised her eyes abruptly: "You——!"

She wanted to yell.

But when she met his gaze, her throat seemed to be blocked by something and her voice suddenly became weaker.

There was an aggression in those eyes that she had never seen before, yet there was also a hint of tenderness.

She suddenly remembered that day in Zuixian Tower, when he looked up at her, there was a similar look in his eyes.

It was as if he had seen through her disguise long ago, but just refused to expose her, waiting for her to reveal her flaws.

"...I have nothing to do, Brother Lei, please go back."

She turned her face away, trying to maintain a cool demeanor, but her fingertips unconsciously stroked the dark patterns on her cuffs.

Lei Dong chuckled and suddenly raised his hand.

Nangong Wan froze, thinking he was going to do something inappropriate.

But the next moment, his slender fingers just gently brushed a fallen petal on her shoulder.

"What are you so nervous about, fairy?"

His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of mischief, "Are you afraid of me?"

The tips of Nangong Wan's ears felt even hotter, and even her neck turned slightly red.

She is a Jindan cultivator, the Hanyue Fairy of Yanyue Sect, actually...