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

High in the sky, Elder Fentian sneered and made a gesture with his fingertips.

The five Martial Kings suddenly changed their formation, and crimson chains shot out from their palms, resonating with the light of the city's protective formation.

The green sword energy that Yu Linglong slashed out collided with the chains and was gradually dissipated. Her expression changed slightly: "They are using the power of the city defense formation to strengthen their offensive!"

"He took some pills!" Yu Kexin narrowed her eyes and clearly saw the other party swallow a blood-colored pill.

The aura of the five Martial Kings surged instantly, and flame emblems appeared on their foreheads. The power of the Burning Sky Chain increased sharply, and the crimson light illuminated half of the sky, trapping the aunt and nephew in the middle.

"boom!"

During the melee, a fire python as thick as a bucket suddenly broke through the courtyard wall and rushed straight towards Zhao Feiyan in the corridor.

The girl screamed and stepped back, and the front of her clothes was accidentally ignited by sparks.

She slapped it hurriedly, but the fabric shrank due to the heat, and cracks appeared, revealing small pieces of snow-white skin.

Li Zimo rolled up his black sleeves and picked her up by the waist in time to avoid the fire python's pursuit.

"Senior..." Zhao Feiyan clutched her clothes tightly with both hands, her ears were red as blood, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

"Shh." Li Zimo's fingertips danced with green flames, and he gently brushed away the sparks in her hair. "I'll take you to a high place to watch a good show."

After saying that, he carried the girl into a nearby attic that had not yet collapsed.

On the second floor of the attic, carved window lattices divide the battlefield outside the city into a staggered picture.

Through the window panes, one could see a purgatory scene of ice and fire intertwined: the five Martial Kings formed a formation to cooperate with Elder Fentian, trapping Yu Linglong and Yu Kexin in the formation; every time the crimson chains lashed out, they would leave behind charred grooves like lava on the ground, and the steaming heat could be faintly felt even in the attic.

"Madam, will they be in danger?" Zhao Feiyan twisted her body anxiously, but accidentally rubbed against Li Zimo's arms. Her cheeks turned even redder and she subconsciously held her breath.

"What's the rush?" Li Zimo gently pressed her against the window, his palm against her back soothing her. "They're relying on pills and formations to forcibly increase their strength. They won't last more than half an hour."

As he spoke, his hand slid down her waistline and gently pinched her waist, as if reminding her to relax.

There was a deafening explosion outside the window.

The six elders of the Flame Sect were shocked by the sword energy of Yu Linglong and Yu Kexin and vomited blood repeatedly, but they still gritted their teeth, took out the pills and swallowed them into their stomachs - they had nowhere to retreat and could only rely on the formation to barely hold on. If they relaxed a little, they would die under the sword.

"Are you really not going to help?" Zhao Feiyan anxiously reached out to push his chest, but this action brought her closer to him. She let out a soft "Ah" and quickly withdrew her hand, her legs unconsciously closing together.

Li Zimo chuckled and leaned over, whispering in her ear, "My wife needs this kind of experience to grow faster."

His fingertips gently brushed across her earlobe, bringing with them a warm breath. "But you, you're as tense as a fully drawn bow. You should relax for a while."

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the back of Zhao Feiyan's head and gently kissed her lips.

This kiss was guided patiently, without any overbearing plunder. It only lingered on her lips for a moment before slowly withdrawing.

Zhao Feiyan hummed softly, her slender waist trembled slightly, and she unconsciously arched her back.

"Do you think this battle was exciting enough?" Li Zimo's thumb gently brushed across her red lips, his eyes fixed on the window. "Don't worry too much. Linglong's strength is far beyond your imagination."

Just as Zhao Feiyan was about to speak, her eyes suddenly widened - Elder Fentian actually raised a red banner, and the raging flames instantly engulfed Yu Linglong's figure!

But the next second, a biting icy air erupted, the flames were instantly purified, and Yu Linglong's green figure appeared again.

Upon seeing this, the six elders of the Lieyan Sect showed despair on their faces.

"Senior! Madam..." Zhao Feiyan nervously grabbed Li Zimo's sleeve.

"Just watch." Li Zimo gently held Zhao Feiyan in his arms, using his body temperature to soothe her panic. "We just need to stay quietly and wait for their triumphant return."

He held her slender wrist and asked her to stand firmly against the wall. Through the open window, they both looked out at the fierce battle.

Zhao Feiyan raised her head and looked at Li Zimo's chin, feeling the warmth of his chest and his steady heartbeat, and her originally tense body gradually relaxed.

She had never experienced such a moment before - with war raging outside, there was someone by her side who could shelter her from the wind and rain, allowing her to find a moment of peace in the chaos.

In the attic, moonlight filtered through the carved window lattices, casting fragmented shadows on the ground.

Li Zimo pressed Zhao Feiyan against the cold wall. The warmth of his palm formed a sharp contrast with the chillness of the wall.

Outside the window, Elder Fentian's red banner burst into flames, but was instantly purified by Yu Linglong's icy sword energy. The desperate roars of the six elders of the Lieyan Sect could be heard faintly, intertwining with the ambiguous atmosphere in the attic.

"Senior... outside..." Zhao Feiyan wanted to persuade him, but her lips were sealed by Li Zimo again.

This kiss was no longer as overbearing as before, but instead carried a bit of patient guidance, allowing her tense body to gradually relax.

She could clearly feel the rise and fall of the man's chest in front of her, and the burning touch of his palm as it moved along his waistline, making her unconsciously fall limp in his arms.

"Don't be afraid." He whispered in her ear, and his warm breath dispelled her fear.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly tightened his arms, let her lean on him, and gently soothed her tense back.

Outside the window, Yu Linglong and Yu Kexin have broken through the siege of the Burning Heaven Chains.

Yu Linglong's Qingshuang Sword transformed into a stream of green light and pierced Elder Fentian's heart, but was blocked by the other party's banner.

Yu Kexin took the opportunity to go around behind the five Martial Kings. When she swung the Frost Sword, the ice crystal storm froze the legs of two Martial Kings. The crisp crackling sound accompanied by screams was particularly harsh in the night sky.

The fight between the Dark Hall disciples and the ordinary disciples of the Flame Sect also entered a white-hot stage - the Dark Hall disciples at the Martial Spirit level relied on tacit cooperation to force several Martial Master-level disciples of the Flame Sect into a corner. With the flash of swords, people kept falling down.

In the attic, Zhao Feiyan's breathing became a little rapid.

The pain made her clutch his clothes tightly, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Relax..." Li Zimo's voice was low and hoarse.

Zhao Feiyan closed her eyes and buried her face in his neck.

The sounds of fighting outside the window seemed to be blocked out, leaving only the intertwined breathing and heartbeats of the two people.

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard from outside the city. The red banner of Elder Fentian was shattered by Yu Linglong's sword. Upon seeing this, the elders of Lieyan Sect turned around and tried to flee, but were trapped by Yu Kexin's ice crystal barrier.

"No one of you can escape!" Yu Kexin's clear voice pierced the night sky. As the Frost Sword was swung, ice crystal fragments fell like a rainstorm, completely blocking the elders' retreat.

The disciples of the Dark Hall took the opportunity to launch a general attack. The sounds of collisions between martial spirits and martial masters, the sounds of broken weapons, and screams came one after another, and the defense line of the Flame Sect gradually collapsed.

In the attic, Zhao Feiyan sang melodiously and beautifully unconsciously.

Under the moonlight, the girl's snow-white skin was faintly flushed, and her slender waist outlined a moving curve.

When the cheers of the Dark Hall disciples came from outside the window - the remaining forces of the Flame Sect were completely wiped out, the attic returned to silence.

Zhao Feiyan leaned in his arms, her cheeks flushed, her eyes blurred, and she didn't even have the strength to raise her hands.

"Senior..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Li Zimo chuckled and reached out to tidy up her messy hair. His fingertips accidentally brushed against her red earlobe. "Are you still scared now?"

Zhao Feiyan shook her head and buried her face deeper.

She could clearly feel the changes in her body and the unspeakable throbbing in her heart. The fierce battle and victory outside the window seemed to have become the backdrop at this moment.