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Lin Qiubai glanced at the sighing Shang Yun.
Calm and composed.
When the Nine Dragons Transformation appeared, he felt a surge of inspiration and thought of a way to leave the Prison of the Mind.
To escape the Prison of the Mind, one needed the only key in existence.
And Lin Qiubai just happened to possess that key.
So for Lin Qiubai, leaving was as easy as flipping his hand.
Lin Qiubai's calm expression surprised Shang Yun, who couldn't help but look at him twice. Her beautiful eyes flickered with a hint of unusual emotion.
Logically speaking, anyone who learned they were about to be trapped here for life would wear a face full of despair, much like a death row inmate.
Just like Shang Yun, who fantasized about one day escaping the Prison of the Mind, yet deep down knew how extremely slim that chance was.
Without struggling for hundreds of years, one wouldn't even know what despair truly meant.
But Lin Qiubai showed no signs of dejection whatsoever.
Even when Shang Yun repeatedly emphasized and hinted to Lin Qiubai that he would soon be trapped in the Prison of the Mind for life, Lin Qiubai remained unfazed.
'In five hundred years, you'll understand how I feel...'
Shang Yun sighed inwardly; time would change everything.
No matter who it is, once trapped in the Close Space, no one can communicate.
One cannot know how the world has changed.
There are no entertainment activities to relieve loneliness.
There are no ways to release or vent pressure.
One can only watch time pass by, and a sense of despair slowly grows from deep within, ultimately leaving the heart cold and lifeless.
Five hundred years of confinement is enough to shatter even the most resilient Martial Will!
Shang Yun is one such case.
Even though her cultivation has reached the mid-level of the Life Profound Realm, she can only accept her fate.
………………
"I'll wash up."
Lin Qiubai was unaware of Shang Yun's complex thoughts; he already knew how to leave and acted with calmness and order.
He tore off the blood-soaked robe clinging tightly to him and tossed it aside.
Lin Qiubai approached the pond, where the water rose to his chest, washing away the bloodstains on his body.
"What an annoying little brother..."
Seeing Lin Qiubai's strength, Shang Yun's eyes lit up. In her heart, she had already regarded Lin Qiubai as the man she would spend her remaining days with.
No matter what, she hoped that Lin Qiubai was perfect enough.
Clearly, Lin Qiubai met all her requirements, even fulfilling some of her fantasies about a partner.
Thinking of this, Shang Yun's expression softened.
Although trapped in the Prison of the Mind, it was still a blessing from heaven to have an excellent and handsome companion.
Noticing Shang Yun's slightly heated gaze, Lin Qiubai reached out and activated several Concealment Formations to obscure her view.
Seeing this, Shang Yun pouted and casually glanced toward Lin Qiubai's position, seductively licking her red lips.
She was confident that with her beauty, she could make Lin Qiubai fall at her feet and forget everything else.
With this thought in mind, Shang Yun changed the style of the Vital Energy gown that clung to her fair skin.
The purple silk camisole gently hugged her ample chest, while the ruffled lace mini skirt perfectly showcased her long legs.
Her smooth abdomen was exposed to the air, glistening like a flawless piece of jade carved into an exquisite work of art.
Moments later, Lin Qiubai emerged from the Formation wearing a simple cloud robe.
Upon seeing Shang Yun, he stood frozen in place for a long time before coming to his senses.
"Does my sister look good? Am I sexy?"
She beckoned with her finger, and the strap on her shoulder slowly slipped down, revealing a breathtakingly full curve.
It was pure white.
Extremely provocative. Shang Yun swayed her waist and came to Lin Qiubai, and a pair of jade-like arms surrounded her. You can clearly feel the two soft balls squeezing in your chest. But Lin Qiubai was unable to move, and his cultivation was completely suppressed. "Sister, are you sexy?" The soft and slippery little tongue slowly licked Lin Qiubai's earlobe, leaving a wet mark. Lin Qiubai trembled all over and found it difficult to calm down. "You are playing with fire..." "If you have to be trapped here for thousands of years in Prison of the Mind, so what if you are playing with fire?" Shang Yun pressed her skin tightly against Lin Qiubai, this was the first time she had done this She was close to the man, her pretty face was red and her breathing was a little short. Heart The feeling of wild beating made her feel more excited. Shang Yun Giggling, if this is the case, the rest of my life will not be boring! Never endure that damn despair again! "Let's have a baby and have fun?" Shang Yun pushed Lin Qiubai onto the Herb Garden. These Mystical Herbs were planted by her over the years for recreation, but she watched them year after year. With a few Mystical Herb plants, she has already lost her freshness. Or Lin Qiubai, which makes her feel exciting and interesting.
There was a strange experience.
"No, we can't have children. If a child is born, wouldn't it be just like us, doomed to spend a lifetime in this confined prison?! That would be the saddest thing in the world. We can engage in intimacy, but we cannot have children."
Shang Yun immediately denied it, her complex emotions inadvertently surfacing.
It was a century of loneliness and despair.
"Don't speak."
Shang Yun covered Lin Qiubai's mouth, her eyes hazy as she explored Lin Qiubai.
But all she knew was how to kiss and lick.
She was completely unaware of anything beyond that.
If this continued, it would really be uncontrollable! Lin Qiubai lamented inwardly.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Qiubai suddenly felt his body lighten.
The suppression of his cultivation was lifted.
Shang Yun's soft body pressed against him, her small face resting on his chest, breathing lightly. Clearly, she had grown tired from their play.
"Ah!"
Shang Yun's eyes widened in surprise as she exclaimed, her legs instinctively curling together as she found herself suddenly pinned down by Lin Qiubai.
Her clothes were torn open, leaving her completely exposed before Lin Qiubai, whose unabashed gaze seemed to melt her body away.
Shang Yun felt her cheeks flush and her face heat up, her breathing becoming uneven.
Especially when those hands made contact with her skin, it felt as if a red-hot iron was pressed against her!
It made her delicate face frown, like a lotus leaf battered by wind and rain.
She couldn't help but gasp and moan, gripping Lin Qiubai's arm tightly, leaving red marks.
What is meant to be will always be; what is not meant to be should not be forced.
Lin Qiubai had never forced anything.
But when the swan meat is brought to one's lips, how could one resist tasting it?
With a few gentle caresses and teasing touches, a piece of warm, fragrant, soft jade beneath her twisted and curled, sometimes stretching out. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she bit her silver teeth lightly, as if in pain yet shy...
For a moment, graceful butterflies danced around.
After a long while.
Dewdrops glistened on the peony.
Shang Yun's gaze became hazy, lost in a daze, her alluring body softening, her mind blank.
Lin Qiubai's eyes fell on Shang Yun's shoulder, suddenly trembling with emotion as he quickly composed himself.
On that fragrant shoulder, there seemed to be a light green willow leaf...
It flashed by.
As Lin Qiubai reached out to touch, it immediately disappeared without a trace.
"What is this?"
Lin Qiubai's face showed contemplation. Could it be an illusion?
"What are you thinking about?"
Shang Yun nestled softly in Lin Qiubai's arms. She raised her delicate face, still glowing from the sunset, and weakly asked, "Ask the Way."
"I was thinking, if you knew that I had actually found a way to leave long ago, would you..."
"That's impossible. It's been five hundred years, and I still haven't found a way to leave!"
Shang Yun shook her small head, clearly unconvinced.
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