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Dozens of kilometers away, a man was also flying towards Seraphis.

A pair of dragon wings extended from his back, and as he soared through the air, the enormous wings spread out behind him, like the darkest shadows of the night, yet shimmering with an invisible, mysterious light. His black hair fluttered in the wind like a midnight waterfall, forming a sharp contrast with his dragon wings and adding a touch of unbridled wild beauty.

After entering the territory of Seraphis, the man suddenly had a premonition that something seemed to be attracting him in the direction of the River of Death.

The man always trusted his intuition. He changed direction without hesitation and flew towards the River of Death.

The River of Death is just in the distance, pitch black, forming the dividing line between the sunset and the living.

The man's keen sense of smell allowed him to smell the alluring floral fragrance in the air. The aroma was not strong, but elegant and distant, as if it came from the depths of the distant snow-capped mountains. It drifted gently with the breeze, but it made people linger.

The man was attracted by the fragrance of the flowers and flew towards the source of the scent.

Chu Jun only felt a black shadow falling rapidly, bringing with it a strong gust of wind, and landing in front of him. His hood was also blown off.

This way of appearance was quite like the protagonist's appearance, and Chu Jun knew who it was by instinct.

But the wind was too strong, blowing up the surrounding sand. Chu Jun raised his hand and squinted his eyes slightly before he felt better.

Mo Heng stood there, as if time had frozen at this moment, his eyes fixed on the beauty in front of him, unable to look away.

The boy was like an elf from an ancient myth, with long silver-white hair cascading over his shoulders like a waterfall, swaying gently in the breeze, shimmering with a faint luster, as if every strand of hair contained the essence of moonlight.

His ears were long and pointed, a hallmark of the elves, revealing an otherworldly elegance. His delicate features seemed like a work of art meticulously crafted by heaven, each one perfectly proportioned and flawless. His skin was as white as snow, with a faint blush, like peach blossoms in early spring, delicate and juicy.

A flicker of astonishment flashed in Mo Heng's golden eyes. He had never seen such a perfect face before. The beauty of the elf before him wasn't just outward splendor; it was a noble aura radiating from within. Standing there, he was like a ray of sunshine on a winter's day, warm and dazzling, impossible to ignore.

The air around him seemed to have become fresher because of his presence, as if every molecule in the air was filled with his beauty and nobility. Everything around him was eclipsed, and only he, like the brightest star in the night sky, shone alone.

Mo Heng's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and he felt an unprecedented shock. He was intoxicated by his beauty. The young man was like a silent poem, a wordless painting, intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

The wind and sand gradually subsided. Before Chu Jun could remove his hands from blocking the sand, he heard a joking voice saying:

"Baby, do you want to come back to my nest with me? I will build a beautiful nest."

Chu Jun's ears twitched, and he didn't even bother to tidy up his hair that was messed up by the wind. He raised his eyes and looked at the person who came.

The man's long black hair draped casually over his broad shoulders, like the deepest shadow in the night, forming a sharp contrast with his tall and well-proportioned figure.

His physique was robust, the lines of muscle faintly visible beneath his robe, flowing and powerful, as if every line spoke of his agility and strength. His posture was natural, yet it inadvertently revealed a majesty that could not be ignored.

Behind him, a pair of huge dragon wings stretched out and had not yet been folded. They were covered with hard scales, reflecting a cold light in the sunlight, making him look like a god of war about to go to war, dangerous yet inviolable.

However, Chu Jun's eyes were not attracted by his dangerous temperament; his gaze was firmly fixed on his eyes.

Those golden eyes were deep and captivating, as if they could see into people's hearts and souls. The sunlight fell on his eyes, and golden light danced in them, like two gems lit by the sun, so bright and dazzling that it was hard to look away once one made contact.

The man's face was extremely handsome, with a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and a jawline as clear as if carved by a knife.

There is always a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, which makes him look both suave and mysterious.

It's this kind of guy who calls someone "baby" as the first sentence when he meets them, which shows how "dissolute" he is.

Chu Jun gave this dimension's Mo Heng a very bad review in his heart!

If it weren't for the need to maintain his aloof personality, Chu Jun would have just wanted to kick someone.

"Mr. Long, this is our first meeting. Isn't it impolite to address him like that?"

Seeing the little beauty's calm appearance, Mo Heng licked his fangs and felt even more itchy in his heart.

Then, facing Chu Jun's surprised gaze, Mo Heng picked up Chu Jun with one hand, let Chu Jun sit on his arm, flapped his wings, and flew into the air again.

Mo Heng's action was too sudden. Chu Jun was caught off guard and almost lost her balance. She could only hold Mo Heng's head with both hands.

"Don't be shy, baby. You can go to my lair and take a look before you make a decision."

As he spoke, Mo Heng really showed signs of flying towards the East China Sea.

Seeing this, Chu Jun turned Mo Heng's head, looked into his eyes, and said coldly, "Sir, can you put me down? We don't seem to know each other."

"My name is Mo Heng, now we know each other~" Mo Heng was completely unaware of Chu Jun's anger and was still teasing.

Looking at the forest and town rapidly receding below, Chu Jun felt that this dragon might really take him back to the East China Sea.

It was uncertain whether he would be able to come out again after going to the East China Sea. Chu Jun had no choice but to discuss with Mo Heng: "Mr. Mo, I want to go to Seraphim. Can I wait until I finish my business before going home with you?"

The word "go home" pleased Mo Heng very much. The usually unruly dragon obeyed Chu Jun's words for a rare occasion: "Okay, baby, don't regret it when the time comes~"

As Mo Heng said this, he gradually slowed down his flying speed, half-closed his eyes, and looked at the elf in his arms. The earring made of bright red scales on his left ear reflected the light of the setting sun, echoing the smile on the corner of his mouth, making him look particularly docile.

Of course, this is just an illusion.

If Mo Heng hadn't kissed her after saying this, Chu Jun would still have believed in his obedience.

Every move of Mo Heng was truly beyond Chu Yun's expectations.

Just like now, it was only ten minutes since we met, but he was hugging me and kissing me on the mouth. The progress bar was really moving very fast.

After the kiss, Mo Heng held Chu Jun's face in his hands, looked at her lips that were reddened by him, and asked softly, "How is it, baby? Is this comfortable?"

Chu Jun naturally wouldn't respond to Mo Heng's words. Even if she felt comfortable, she would still say no: "This is something that only lovers can do. Mr. Mo, please don't do it again in the future."

Although there was no trace of anger on Chu Jun's face, Mo Heng keenly caught the tougher tone in his voice.

Mo Heng managed to calm down a bit and said, "I was wrong, baby, I won't do this again in the future, okay?"

Chu Jun ignored him and turned his head away, looking at the human city that was getting closer and closer.

"Then darling, do you want to be my spouse? If you're my spouse, I can kiss you, right?" Mo Heng shamelessly asked Chu Yun in his ear.

"No. Mr. Mo, please respect yourself."

Mo Heng was determined to persevere through with his pursuit: "Then I'll ask you this every day until you agree."

Chu Jun felt that Mo Heng in this dimension was extremely difficult to deal with and extremely shameless.

Moreover! Until now, he doesn’t even know his own name, but he still wants him to be his spouse. What a wishful thinking!

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Near the outside of Wuqiong City, you can see a tall castle standing on the plain.

The castle walls soar into the clouds, seemingly built of solid rock, standing tall despite the test of time. Intricate reliefs and patterns adorn the walls, highlighting the nobility and glory of the castle's owner. The towers soar so high that they seem to pierce the heavens, while the flying bridges between them stretch across the sky like a rainbow, connecting the various parts of the castle.

On the city wall, you can vaguely see the knights walking around. The owner of the castle should be the ruler of Seraphim.

"Baby, what are you going to do in Wuqiong City?" Mo Heng was very close to Chu Jun when he spoke, as if he was going to kiss her in the next second.

His baby didn't want to answer him and slapped him in the face.