In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Soon, a figure rushed into Li Zimo's arms, hugged Li Zimo and whispered:

"Zimo, be gentle later and don't tease me, otherwise Lord Leng will hear it..."

Li Zimo hugged her slender and soft waist tightly, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Xiaoyu, don't worry, I will be very careful."

Xiaoyu responded softly, and then the two began a new practice.

Soon, Xiaoyu began to hum softly unconsciously during her practice, and her cultivation level also successfully broke through from the ninth level of warrior to the level of martial artist.

After more than an hour, she successfully advanced to a martial spirit.

But that melodious and beautiful singing voice was not what she wanted.

When she realized that her singing voice, which had suddenly become melodious and high-pitched, might have been heard by others, she couldn't help feeling annoyed.

She lay in Li Zimo's arms and said with a hint of complaint: "Zimo, why don't you be more gentle."

Li Zimo smiled and replied, "Xiaoyu, I tried my best to be gentle. It's just that you were too absorbed in your practice and hummed loudly unconsciously."

After hearing this, Xiaoyu's face showed a bit of sadness: "It's all your fault. You didn't stop me. At least you could have given me a little hint. Now Lord Leng and Xiaoyu may have heard it. How can I face them in the future?"

Then she began to cry softly.

Li Zimo patted her back gently and said softly:

"Xiaoyu, it's really okay. During training, everyone's voices are similar, so they might not recognize it as you."

After hearing this, Xiaoyu's crying gradually stopped, and a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes: "Really?"

Li Zimo nodded and said affirmatively:

"Of course it's true. If I hadn't been right next to you, I wouldn't have recognized that the beautiful sound just now was made by you."

After hearing this, Xiaoyu blushed and said coquettishly, "Hate you, you...you are so mean."

After saying that, she ran away briskly with a shy smile.

As the light rain faded away, Huang Shiyun came to Li Zimo's side and said softly, "Sir, Shiyun is here."

Li Zimo gently put his arms around her waist, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Soon, Huang Shiyun's melodious singing voice sounded again. She seemed to be completely immersed in the intimate interaction with Li Zimo, without any shyness.

In her heart, as Li Zimo's maid, it was her duty to serve the young master, so there was no need to be shy.

However, the women around them all blushed because of this intimate action.

When Huang Shiyun reached the Wuling realm, she bid farewell to Li Zimo gently and turned to leave. Although her steps were a little staggering, they were firm and elegant.

Soon, a woman came up to Li Zimo and hugged him silently without saying a word.

Li Zimo hugged her, gently stroked her slender waist, and then gently kissed her small lips.

All the women had bathed in the thousand-year-old spiritual milk and exuded a similar fragrance, which made it difficult for Li Zimo to identify the woman who was interacting intimately with him.

However, as his emotions grew, he did not forget to leave a mark on her neck, hoping to recognize her later.

Soon, the suppressed yet melodious singing sounded again.

Li Zimo was also trying hard to distinguish. Although the woman's voice was too vague, her unusually plump figure still allowed him to keenly guess her identity - Zhao Feixue, one of the three concubines.

Sure enough, just when her emotions reached their peak, the woman finally couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a crisp and slightly shy hum.

This humming sound seemed to reveal a secret, allowing Li Zimo to instantly confirm her identity - it was Zhao Feixue.

After breaking through the Wuling realm, Zhao Feixue left the scene with satisfaction and joy.

Tianxin Lake fell into a brief calm again, as if nothing had happened.

However, this peace did not last long.

After a long time, Yun Qingyao mustered up her courage, restrained her breath, and flew through the spiritual mist like a light butterfly.

She followed Li Zimo's breath and quietly came to his side.

Yun Qingyao stood silently in front of Li Zimo, without saying a word, but just stared at the direction where the breath came from with her gentle and firm eyes.

Li Zimo sensed someone in front of him, so he reached out and gently hugged her slender waist.

He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Qingyao, you're here."

The voice was full of tenderness and doting.

Yun Qingyao raised her head in surprise, looked at Li Zimo and said:

"Ah, you...how could you recognize me? I've already concealed my aura."

Li Zimo said softly: "Qingyao, your breath and your temperature are all too familiar to me. As long as I hold you in my arms, I can feel that unique warmth."

After hearing this, Yun Qingyao's face flushed with shyness. She tried to push Li Zimo away and leave his arms:

"You, you let me go, I want to go back."

Li Zimo held her tightly, not letting her leave. His deep voice carried a hint of irresistible determination:

"Qingyao, now that you're here, why are you in such a hurry to go back? Stay with me, let me take a good look at you and hug you."

Yun Qingyao shyly turned her head away and whispered:

"I didn't expect that you...you could still recognize me."

After saying that, Don’t be shy and push Li Zimo’s chest, trying to escape.

How could Li Zimo let her go? He hugged her tightly, kissed her earlobe, and said gently:

"Qingyao, I can actually pretend I don't know. Can you please stay?"

After hearing this, Yun Qingyao's eyes flashed with hesitation and entanglement: "But...but you already know."

Li Zimo smiled, his eyes firm. "If you don't say it and I don't say it, who would know that I know it? We can pretend that neither of us is aware of this fact and continue to enjoy this rare intimacy and tranquility."

Yun Qingyao frowned in confusion, then asked softly, "Is this... really possible?"

"of course."

Li Zimo said affirmatively, and then kissed her lips.

His kiss was gentle and affectionate, as if he wanted to put all his love into it.

Yun Qingyao gradually lost herself in Li Zimo's kiss. She unconsciously hugged Li Zimo's neck and responded to his kiss gently.

Her heart beat faster and her cheeks flushed, as if the whole world only contained the two of them.

Soon she bent down in a daze, unconsciously covering her mouth and humming softly.

The voice was melodious and beautiful, yet it also had a barely perceptible tremor.

She covered her mouth, trying to stifle the leak of the song, but she couldn't completely control the natural outpouring of emotion.

When Yun Qingyao finally entered the Wuling realm, she leaned gently in Li Zimo's arms, a smile of satisfaction and happiness on her face.

She whispered softly, "Zimo, you must keep this a secret for me, otherwise I will be so embarrassed."

Li Zimo smiled gently, his eyes full of pampering and understanding:

"Well, I promise you, I won't tell anyone."

After hearing Li Zimo's promise, Yun Qingyao finally felt relieved. She kissed Li Zimo gently, then turned around and left lightly.

Li Zimo laughed. This silly girl didn't even notice the abnormality in her body. This made him feel helpless and funny.

But this pure, kind and innocent affection made him love and cherish it particularly.