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

"Zimo, you're amazing! You were able to find a martial arts emperor-level technique to practice!"

Zhao Yanran said excitedly, with admiration shining in her eyes.

Wen Wan'er also nodded repeatedly, a smile of pride in Li Zimo on her face.

Xiao Ling looked up at Li Zimo with curiosity and asked innocently:

"Brother Zimo, how powerful is the Emperor-level martial arts technique?"

There seemed to be stars and oceans in her eyes, and she was full of longing for the unknown world.

Hearing this, Li Zimo curled up the corners of his mouth into a gentle smile.

"Xiao Ling, do you want to know how powerful this technique is?"

"think."

Xiao Ling smiled and answered without hesitation.

He bent down gently, picked up Xiaoling and let her lie in his arms.

Under the gaze of Wen Wan'er and Zhao Yanran, he turned and walked towards the small building, explaining as he walked:

"The Martial Emperor-level technique is a technique that surpasses the Heavenly Level and is the most advanced cultivation method in the world. It not only allows practitioners to advance by leaps and bounds, but also grants them strength and skills beyond that of ordinary people. As for how powerful it is, you will understand it when you get to the room."

Xiao Ling was held in Li Zimo's arms, clapping her hands excitedly, as if she couldn't wait to see the day when Li Zimo became the Martial Emperor.

Wen Wan'er and Zhao Yanran watched this scene tenderly, their faces flushed with shame, their eyes filled with relief and anticipation.

After entering Xiaoling's boudoir, Li Zimo closed the door quietly, isolating himself from all the disturbances from the outside world.

The room is decorated warmly and elegantly, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance, making people feel particularly comfortable.

Xiao Ling suddenly realized at this moment that this was what Li Zimo meant when he said "see how powerful you are".

Her pretty face was suddenly flushed, like the rising morning glow in the sky, so beautiful that it made people's heart beat faster.

She lowered her head shyly, lying in Li Zimo's arms, her hands tightly grasping his lapels, as if this was the only way to make herself feel a little safe.

When Li Zimo looked at Xiao Ling like this, a tender feeling welled up in his heart.

He gently stroked Xiao Ling's soft hair, with a doting smile on his lips.

"Xiao Ling, don't be shy. I just want to tell you how powerful the Emperor-level martial arts is."

His words were warm and sincere, which made Xiao Ling feel at ease.

Xiao Ling slowly raised her head and secretly glanced at Li Zimo. Seeing that he had no intention of making fun of her, she felt a little relieved.

She whispered softly:

"Brother Zimo, I know you treat me the best."

Then Li Zimo put her on the ground. Xiao Ling also stood on the ground obediently, looking at Li Zimo expectantly, ready to witness the power of the Emperor-level martial arts.

However, Li Zimo stretched out his hands and held her slender and soft waist. In her surprised eyes, he lowered his head and gently kissed her slightly open red lips.

After the initial surprise, Xiao Ling closed her eyes, hugged Li Zimo's neck, and responded gently.

Li Zimo's hands also began to caress Xiaoling's slender waist, and Xiaoling's little mouth hummed a melodious tune.

After the kiss, Xiao Ling slowly raised her head from Li Zimo's arms, her eyes flashing with complex light, with doubts and a hint of barely perceptible shyness.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, like peach blossoms blooming in the morning light, delicate and beautiful.

After a long while, she said to Li Zimo coquettishly:

"Brother Zimo, you are lying."

Seeing this, Li Zimo raised a gentle smile. He gently held Xiao Ling's hand, his eyes full of sincerity and doting.

"Xiao Ling, I just want to use a special way to let you feel the powerful force of the Emperor-level martial arts. You know, that power is just like my feelings for you, deep and firm. Do you believe Brother Zimo?"

Xiao Ling looked at Li Zimo's eyes full of sincerity, and the doubts in her heart gradually dissipated, replaced by full trust and emotion.

Her eyes were slightly red, but a happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Brother Zimo, I believe you. No matter what you say or do, I will believe you unconditionally."

Li Zimo gently picked up Xiao Ling, came to the bed, and gently placed Xiao Ling on the bed.

Xiao Ling lay quietly on the bed, her figure soft and seductive, her waist gently curved in an elegant arc, her smooth and white skin emitting a crystal luster.

Her fair and delicate little feet were inadvertently exposed from the edge of the bed, like the petals of a newly opened lily, pure and attractive.

She slowly raised her head, her hair perhaps a little messy and scattered on her shoulders, adding a bit of fragility and charm to her.

Her eyes were gentle as water, and she slowly turned around, her eyes filled with deep affection and attachment to Li Zimo. This gaze seemed to be able to penetrate everything and reach directly into his heart.

Li Zimo felt this deep affection and involuntarily moved closer to Xiao Ling, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

He lowered his head and gently touched Xiao Ling's lips with his soft and loving lips, as if he was tasting the sweetest nectar in the world.

......

Half an hour later, the moonlight had quietly climbed up the window lattice. Xiao Ling curled up in a corner of the bed, hugging the pillow tightly in her arms, with a satisfied smile on her face, and fell into a sweet dream.

In the next room, the atmosphere was quietly heating up.

Li Zimo stood up gently and put on a black robe as dark as the night. The lapels swayed gently with his movements, revealing a calm and restrained temperament.

He walked slowly towards where Wen Wan'er was. She was wearing an elegant moon-white long dress. The hem of the dress swayed gently with her breathing, like a lily swaying gently in the moonlight, pure and elegant.

"Wan'er,"

Li Zimo's voice was low and gentle, like the gentlest wind in the night sky.

"It's late at night, why haven't you fallen asleep yet?"

Wen Wan'er looked up, a hazy light flickered in her eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She raised her hand lightly, and her fingertips touched Li Zimo's sleeve.

"Yes, maybe the moonlight is too charming, so I don't want to fall asleep."

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if thousands of words were unspoken.

Li Zimo slowly approached, gently held Wen Wan'er's shoulders with both hands, and guided her to the table.

Wen Wan'er turned gracefully, her figure light and graceful, like a deer jumping in the woods. Her waist was slender and flexible, and her movements outlined a moving picture.

"Your beauty always makes me irresistible."

Li Zimo whispered, his eyes full of affection and obsession.

Wen Wan'er's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head shyly, but her eyes were shining brighter. She bit her lip lightly, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

"Me too, I only wish that I could enjoy the moonlight with you and spend these long years together in this life."

After she finished speaking, she slowly raised her head and her eyes met Li Zimo's again. At that moment, there was only each other in their eyes.

Li Zimo no longer hesitated. He gently hugged Wen Wan'er, and their bodies were tightly pressed together, as if they had merged into one.

His kiss was gentle and affectionate, falling on Wen Wan'er's lips like drizzle. She closed her eyes and responded to the kiss with all her heart.

Their hands were tightly clasped together, their fingertips conveying each other's warmth and emotion, as if they wanted to engrave this love in their hearts forever.