Chapter 918: Tenderness

Xuanmo was visibly happy.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Jiang Yantian stopped looking at them and instead looked at Leng Ning, who was staring at him without moving an inch.

His eyes are almost thready.

It was full of worship and adoration.

Jiang Yantian has something to do.

Too lazy to waste words, he immediately waved his hand: "Everyone, step back. No one is allowed to disturb us."

"Yes!"

The two bowed respectfully, then turned and tiptoed out of the main hall.

The palace doors closed, and silence returned to the main hall.

Outside the hall, the Ice Soul Emperor and Xuan Mo walked out side by side, exchanging a glance.

They both saw excitement and anticipation in each other's eyes.

The Ice Soul Emperor said in a low voice, "Lord Inkscale, please guide me in the future."

Xuanmo laughed heartily: "Ice Soul Emperor, you are too kind. From now on, we will be ministers in the same palace!"

"Let us join hands to assist His Majesty the Demon Emperor and rebuild the glory of the Demon Realm!"

"Exactly! Exactly!"

Their laughter was filled with anticipation for the future.

The snow and wind on the Arctic Island no longer seemed so cold.

As soon as they were speaking, they saw Xuanqing hiding.

Xuanmo's face immediately turned cold.

A dive, and Ultraman's Flying Kick!

"Ata!"

Xuanqing flew out and crashed to the ground.

"I was wrong! Father! I was really wrong! Please forgive me this time!"

Xuanqing panicked completely; he could sense that his father really wanted to kill him!

"Spare you?" Xuan Mo sneered, then suddenly raised his foot and kicked Xuan Qing hard in the face!

"boom!"

Xuanqing's body spun like a top and flew out, crashing heavily into the wall before slowly sliding down.

His cheeks were bulging, and he looked extremely disheveled!

"Father! Stop hitting me! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

Xuanqing covered his cheek, trembling with pain, tears and blood mingling and streaming down his face.

"Wrong? Your mistake is more than ten lives could pay for!"

Xuanmo walked step by step toward Xuanqing, who was huddled in the corner, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Today I'll beat you to death, you arrogant and rebellious son! So you won't cause any more trouble for the Black Sea Dragon Palace!"

"No! Father! Spare me!" Xuanqing was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, his body hitting the corner of the wall, with nowhere left to go!

"Spare you? Too late!"

Xuanmo didn't stop. He grabbed Xuanqing's dragon robe and slapped his face hard with both hands!

"Clap clap clap!"

The crisp sound of slaps fell like raindrops!

Xuanqing's cheeks swelled up at a visible speed, to the point that even his own mother couldn't recognize him!

"Ah! Your Majesty, save me! Please plead for me!"

Xuanqing let out a shrill scream, its voice becoming high-pitched and piercing.

The Ice Soul Emperor looked around and then secretly kicked him.

Damn it, it's this little guy with the forearm who's yelling up there.

Xuanqing was at a loss and could only cry out, "Father! I am your own son! You can't do this to me!"

"My own son? I don't have a son as stupid, arrogant, and reckless as you!"

Xuanmo's anger did not subside at all: "Moreover, you come from the Black Dragon Clan. You're purple-gold. If it weren't for the bloodline connection, I would have thought you were being cuckolded."

"But because of you, many people think I'm being cuckolded."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Fists rained down on Xuan Qing like hailstones.

Every punch contained terrifying power!

Screams and pleas for mercy mingled together, creating a tragic symphony of a rebellious son being beaten!

Inside the main hall.

Leng Ning nestled in Jiang Yantian's arms.

Her jade-like hand gently stroked Jiang Yantian's cheek.

She said softly, "My lord, I was a little out of line just now."

What she meant by losing control was actually just being infatuated with a guy.

Jiang Yantian wrapped his arms around her waist, his eyes deep: "Whether you're being rude or not, I don't care. What's important is what happened?"

Leng Ning's pretty face flushed crimson, her pearly teeth biting her tender red lips.

Her shy demeanor speaks volumes.

"Come, let your husband experience the hot spring in the snow and ice!"

Leng Ning's delicate body tensed up, and she buried her face in Jiang Yantian's neck in embarrassment.

Feeling...my hand....√!

Leng Ning hugged Jiang Yantian tightly.

A moment later, Jiang Yantian rubbed his fingers.

Seeing Leng Ning pouting and blushing, he burst into laughter.

Leng Ning blushed and raised her hand to slap Jiang Yantian's chest.

"Husband, please...please keep your voice down, I'm so embarrassed..."

"Ning'er, look at me!" Jiang Yantian said softly.

Leng Ning slowly raised her head.

The two intoxicating blushes on her cheeks were very charming.

The blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, and then to her fair neck.

It's like the finest white jade being dyed the most delicate peach blossom color.

Even her clear eyes were veiled with a misty, dreamlike quality.

She lowered her eyes unconsciously, her long eyelashes trembling gently like butterfly wings.

A surge of emotion welled up within me; my heart pounded like a drum, clearly audible in the silent hall.

This time, Leng Ning looked different, her usual aloofness gone, replaced by a touch of girlish shyness.

Her beauty is like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, vibrant yet elegant, alluring yet not gaudy, captivating and enchanting.

“Ning’er, this place is quite nice, the location is attractive, how about your husband lays out a cushion?” Jiang Yantian asked.

Leng Ning glanced at the entrance of the main hall.

No rejection.

She whispered, "I'm afraid I...I'll scream..."

"Don't worry, your husband will set up a soundproofing array, so you can scream as much as you want!"

"Call me Dad, I'll do it!"

Leng Ning nodded: "If that's the case... then..."

Condensation is directly and actively induced.

Her movements were light, with a hint of girlish shyness and clumsiness. She slowly approached and gently pressed her soft lips to Jiang Yantian's lips.

"Well......"

Like the first melting of ice and snow, like the blooming of peach blossoms.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Jiang Yantian was slightly taken aback, then his eyes welled up with overwhelming love.

Leng Ning kissed him a few times, but they still seemed rather awkward with each other.

He took the initiative and put one arm around her waist.

He held her neck with one hand and deepened the kiss.

His kiss was gentle yet filled with an irresistible affection.

This kiss melted away all her shyness and unease.

Leng Ning quickly relaxed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and responded.

The ice crackled, reflecting the intertwined figures of the two.

Her cheeks were still burning red as she bravely met his gaze.

Her eyes shimmered with tears, brimming with ripples of emotion.

The kiss was sweet and lingering.

There was no heavy breathing, only gentle caresses.

There were no many words, only the resonance of heartbeats.

It was as if they wanted to merge into each other's very bones.

After a long time, the lips parted.

Their foreheads touched, their noses brushed together, and their breaths mingled.

Leng Ning's cheeks were flushed red, and her eyes were glazed over.

But the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, with a hint of shy satisfaction.

"Husband, you...you're not going to lay the mat yet...?"

Leng Ning suddenly said something.

His tone was impatient.

Jiang Yantian nodded: "Set it up, set it up now!"

Jiang Yantian raised his hand and waved.

A fox fur cushion was spread out on the large seat.

This position, symbolizing power, immediately became a battleground for honing one's skills.

Leng Ning gently stroked the soft cushion.

Eyes as charming as silk.

She deliberately lowered her voice, making it alluring.

"My lord, shall you help me undress, or... tear it to shreds...?"