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Yun Zhi Yue playfully wrapped her arms around Mo Ran's shoulder, a teasing smile on her lips. "Whoever wants me can come and take me," she challenged.
Mo Ran's gaze was fixed on her close, rosy lips, his dark green eyes deep and intense. "No need for you to say that."
The instinct of a beastman was to conquer. He leaned in and captured Yun Zhi Yue's small mouth with precision, disregarding Mo Li watching nearby, wanting nothing more than to pull her into his embrace and kiss her until she could hardly breathe, conveying the longing built up over time apart.
Mo Li stood by, his expression darkening, but he held back any reaction.
The two were strikingly different: one calm and composed, the other filled with aggression. Yun Zhi Yue did not resist; perhaps she simply could not.
When Mo Ran finally released her after kissing her enough, Yun Zhi Yue wiped at her lips, now a luscious cherry red.
"To have me, you must kill Yan Lue," she said with a smirk. "He’s injured; this is the perfect and only opportunity to keep him forever at Qing Tower. Otherwise, if I’m taken back to Kong Yu, you’ll never reach me."
A glimmer of surprise flashed in Mo Li's eyes as he grasped her shoulders tightly. "Yun Zhi Yue, you haven't forgotten us, have you?"
"Well, what do you think? My big black snake," she replied playfully.
Mo Li's face lit up with joy that was hard to contain; he could only hold her tightly in his arms to express his happiness.
Mo Ran was momentarily stunned as well, but then warmth filled his dark green eyes. She hadn’t forgotten him—nothing could bring him more joy than that.
The people sent by Zhi Xiong Lie would not be Yan Lue’s match. Yun Zhi Yue patted Mo Li’s back reassuringly. "Yan Lue will return soon. To keep it brief, his injuries are severe and will definitely affect his strength, but he is far stronger than you think."
"You cannot confront him directly; this isn’t weakness but rather a matter of timing. Soon you will leave to find Xiong Lie and inform him about Yan Lue's injuries."
"He will want to keep Yan Lue at Qing Tower forever and send him into battle to wear him down. I guarantee that once they face off, Xiong Lie will die. At that moment, the Beastmen Tribe will be thrown into chaos."
"You must step up now and do whatever it takes to deal with Yan Lue; then becoming king will be a natural outcome. Do you understand?"
At the same time, Mo Ran and Mo Li reached out—one ruffled her hair while the other caressed her face—speaking in unison: "Whatever you want, we will provide. We won’t lose you again."
Yun Zhi Yue raised an eyebrow at this synchronized display, feeling as though they were one entity.
The three shared a reluctant farewell before long; Yan Lue returned with the hem of his fiery red garment stained dark—a sign of blood splattered and congealed.
Upon seeing Yun Zhi Yue in the cage, warmth flickered in Yan Lue’s eyes as he released a wave of flames.
Yet the strange atmosphere in the room made his expression darken for a moment.
He said nothing about it but lifted her into his lap as they sat together at the mouth of the tree hollow, gazing up at the untainted starry sky of the beast world.
Bright and dazzling, yet the beauty was diminished by the absence of the right companion to appreciate it together.
Yan Lue gently brushed her long hair and slowly spoke, "Yun Zhi Yue, do you know that there are many Sheng Ling in the sky, residing in the highest realm known as the Thirty Heavens? It is a place that many dream of reaching.
The ruler there is called the Heavenly Emperor, belonging to the Shen Long clan. They soar through the Jiu Tian, looking down upon all beings, born to be above others—a presence unattainable for ordinary people, and their bloodline is held in utmost regard.
The bloodline of the Shen Long is noble, and it is difficult for descendants to inherit it. However, even if the Heavenly Emperor's Offspring is not a Shen Long, their bloodline remains exceptional.
Yet among these offspring, an extraordinary flower appeared—a mandala that did not inherit any bloodline from its father. This caused great embarrassment for the Heavenly Emperor, leading to the immediate execution of this little flower upon its birth."
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