In the end times, many children bring more blessings. I pick up a goddess every day.

Liu Yang's fingers stroked Su Qingyao's chin... His force was not strong... but it carried an irresistible tone... His voice was low and ambiguous... like the whispers of lovers... yet it carried the authority of control over everything:

"Of course, we should get to know each other better first... and have a good chat..."

As soon as the words fell...Su Qingyao's face showed shock...

She never expected...

Liu Yang actually said such words in public.... She instantly felt a little shy and embarrassed...

As a proud daughter of heaven...

No one can rival his cultivation...

I didn't expect to lose to Liu Yang...

Originally, she was thinking of admitting defeat verbally... calling the other person "master"... and then waiting for an opportunity to turn the tables...

But who could have thought that this abominable guy...

It seems like he doesn't intend to let himself go...

Is this in-depth communication a serious in-depth communication?

She stammered and said...

“This…this isn’t good…”

Liu Yang smiled with his teeth showing...

He didn't give Su Qingyao any chance to think or resist... He put his arm around her waist... With a flash of his figure... the two of them disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds outside the Tower of Babel... The next second... they appeared in an elegantly decorated yet somewhat cold room...

The room wasn't big... simply furnished... a bed... a table... two chairs... a charcoal fire burned in the corner... the flickering flames cast their shadows on the wall... sometimes bright, sometimes dim... the air was filled with the faint scent of ink and a strange, cool aura that belonged to Liu Yang...

After Su Qingyao was released by Liu Yang, she stumbled back a few steps before she could even stand. She looked around, her heart filled with unease and humiliation. This place was clearly not the Tower of Babel, nor was it anywhere she was familiar with. This man had brought her to an unfamiliar environment so easily.

She raised her head... looked at Liu Yang... with a trace of stubbornness and fear in her eyes: "What...what do you want to do...?"

Liu Yang didn't answer... He just walked slowly to the table and sat down... He poured himself a cup of hot tea... He held the cup... He blew gently... His eyes were fixed on Su Qingyao... As if he was admiring a newly acquired treasure... Or as if he was examining a potential threat...

Su Qingyao's beauty...is the kind that can make the world pale in comparison and all things bow down to it...

She was tall... about 1.75 meters... her figure was as straight and upright as a lone pine tree... even standing with her head bowed, it was hard to conceal her innate pride... her well-tailored crimson dress outlined breathtaking curves... her shoulders and neck were flowing and graceful... like carefully carved white jade... the hollow of her collarbone seemed to hold a pool of moonlight... inviting one's imagination...

Her waist is so slender that it seems as if it would break in a single gust of wind, yet as her skirt opens and closes, it reveals a surprising degree of flexibility and strength. Her hips are full and rounded, and with every subtle movement, the curve under her skirt ripples like spring water, bringing a silent allure. Her long legs are faintly visible beneath the hem of her skirt, her ankles slender, and when barefoot, they appear even whiter than jade, like a fairy treading on the clouds.

Her appearance was impeccable... a perfect oval face... skin as white as snow... delicate and delicate as if it could be blown away... yet with a hint of icy coldness...

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains covered in dark black…slender and sharp…the tips of her eyebrows slightly raised…revealing a sense of aloofness and aloofness…her almond-shaped eyes, which should have been filled with affection, seemed now to be covered with a thin layer of ice…their cold gaze carried an indifference that looked down upon all living things…occasionally, as they flickered, they seemed to sparkle…a breathtaking beauty…

Her nose was straight and delicate... with a natural hint of pink on the tip... her lips were a natural cherry pink... full and beautifully shaped... but always pursed into a cold, straight line... as if no words were worthy of coming out of them... her long hair flowed like a waterfall... unrestrained... casually draped over her shoulders... her hair was jet black and glossy... with a satiny sheen... occasionally a few strands fell across her chest... outlining an alluring cleavage... but because of the coldness surrounding her... people dared only admire her from afar... not even the slightest thought of profanity...

The most impressive thing... was the aloof, cold aura that kept strangers away from her... like a snow lotus blossoming on the top of an iceberg... beautiful, holy... yet also cold and aloof... She stood there... clearly in the midst of the hustle and bustle... yet seemed isolated from the entire world... within three meters of her...

The air seemed to freeze... making people subconsciously want to retreat... not daring to approach easily... This aura... was the majesty accumulating from thousands of years of practice... was the arrogance unique to the master of the Tower of Babel... was the indifference that looked down upon all living beings...

However...at this moment, Su Qingyao...had completely lost her former charm...

She lowered her head... her once straight back slightly bent... as if crushed by an invisible burden...

Those almond-shaped eyes that once held the sea of ​​stars and looked down upon the world... were now fixed on the ground... not daring to lift them even a fraction... There was only humiliation, unwillingness... and a hint of unconcealable fear in them...

A hint of dust clung to her crimson dress... Her once meticulously styled hair was now a bit disheveled... A few strands of hair stuck to her pale cheeks... making her look even more disheveled... Her hands were tightly gripping the hem of her skirt... her knuckles turning white from the force... and even trembling slightly... The once chilling aura that could have frozen the air was now gone... replaced by a sense of timidity and resignation that came from a complete defeat...

Especially when Liu Yang's gaze fell on her... her body would tremble uncontrollably... like a frightened deer... the fear and submission that came from her bones... formed a sharp contrast with her previous image of an ice goddess...

The once high and mighty master of the Tower of Babel... has now become a servant at the mercy of others;

The Lord of the Southern Ming Fire, who had once commanded the admiration and awe of countless cultivators... now lacked the courage to even raise her head in front of a "wild cultivator"... This enormous disparity... added a touch of fragmentation to her beauty... but it also highlighted the completeness of Liu Yang's conquest...

She was like a piece of fine porcelain whose pride had been shattered... Although still beautiful... she had lost her former sharpness... leaving only a controlled obedience... This contrast... was more shocking than her beauty at any time...

"Sit..." He pointed to the chair opposite... His tone was calm...but it carried an unquestionable command...

Su Qingyao hesitated for a moment... but finally gritted her teeth... walked over to the chair and sat down... She sat up straight... her hands tightly on her knees... staring at Liu Yang warily... as if he were some kind of monster...

Liu Yang looked at her, as if she was facing a formidable enemy... a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth... He put down his teacup... leaned forward slightly... and looked directly into Su Qingyao's eyes: "Su Qingyao... I know you are not convinced... and I know you are full of resentment towards me..."

Su Qingyao didn't say anything...just snorted coldly...as if to agree...

"But you have to understand..." Liu Yang's tone suddenly turned cold... "From the moment you chose to surrender... your fate has been tied to mine... You can either be obedient... or... bear the consequences of disobedience..."

He paused... his gaze sharpened. "Let me ask you... besides you... are there other guardians of the Tower of Babel? Besides controlling the power of ice and thunder and helping those who transcend the Tribulation Stage... does the Ice and Thunder Order have any other secrets?"

Su Qingyao's heart trembled... She didn't expect Liu Yang to ask such questions... The secret of the Tower of Babel... and the true purpose of the Ice Thunder Order... were core secrets that she had guarded for a thousand years... She subconsciously wanted to refuse to answer... But when she thought of Liu Yang's previous methods and his terrifying strength... the words of refusal were on the tip of her tongue but she swallowed them back...

She was silent for a moment before she spoke slowly, her voice filled with reluctance: "I am the only guardian of the Tower of Babel... The Ice and Thunder Order... does have a secret..."

"Oh? What secret?" Liu Yang's eyes flashed with interest...

Su Qingyao raised her head... and met Liu Yang's gaze... Her eyes were complicated. "The Ice and Thunder Token is not only a relic of the Ice and Thunder Celestial Venerable... but also the key to unlocking the ancient secret realm of 'Ice and Fire Prison'... Legend has it... that secret realm contains the Ice and Thunder Celestial Venerable's inheritance and countless natural treasures... but it's also extremely dangerous... Since ancient times... no one who has entered has ever come out alive..."

"Ice and Fire Prison..." Liu Yang repeated the name in a low voice... His fingers tapped lightly on the table... He fell into deep thought... The ancient secret realm... The inheritance of the Ice and Thunder Heavenly Venerable... This was undoubtedly a huge temptation for him...

Seeing Liu Yang lost in thought...Su Qingyao couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope...perhaps...she could use this secret...to negotiate some terms with Liu Yang? At least...it would make her situation better...

She took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to speak: "Master... I know the exact location of the Ice and Fire Prison... I also know some of the taboos of entering the secret realm... If you are willing... to give me some freedom... I can take you to find the Ice and Fire Prison..."

Liu Yang raised his head and gave Su Qingyao a deep look. He knew what Su Qingyao was up to, but he didn't care. He needed Su Qingyao's help, at least until he found the Ice and Fire Prison. Moreover, he was absolutely confident that he could control the former master of the Tower of Babel.