After getting pregnant with a golden dragon cub, the fake daughter A blew up the entire interstellar

Chapter 193 In heat, my whole body is restless; I'll make you my target to beat up.

Jiang Chacha leaned back in her chair, staring intently at Chongming's smooth neck, which was free of any bite marks. Her stomach rumbled uncontrollably, and she couldn't resist the urge to eat.

Her mouth was dry, and she swallowed hard, saying something she didn't mean: "Actually, I don't necessarily have to bite your neck. You can just give me blood."

Chongming raised an eyebrow: "Don't you like to drink fresh blood and nibble on some meat at the same time? Or am I remembering wrong?"

He remembered correctly, he remembered correctly, he remembered it perfectly.

But his skin was thick and tough, so they could only bite a little bit through his skin and flesh, and couldn't tear off his flesh at all.

Before, she only drank his blood and used his flesh to grind her teeth; she never even got to eat any meat scraps.

Now he's trying to seduce her again, he's such a cunning old mudfish.

Seeing that she remained silent, Chongming slowly straightened up, using a feigned retreat as a pretext to advance: "Alright, it seems we haven't seen each other for over half a month. I really must have misremembered. I won't force you..."

“You’re not mistaken.” Hunger and cravings overcame Jiang Chacha. Before he could finish speaking, she stood up abruptly and interrupted him: “I love fresh blood and fresh meat. Let’s go, where’s the convenience?”

Chongming concealed his achievements and suppressed a smile, saying, "Go to my room."

Jiang Chacha led the way, saying, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Not drinking dragon blood is the mark of a bastard, and not eating dragon meat is the mark of a fool.

Even if she can't chew it, it's good for her to grind her teeth. After all, not all demons are as lucky as her to encounter such a pure yang tonic.

Chongming watched her walk away quickly, then glanced at the staff in the command room. They all seemed to be working, but in reality, they were all listening intently to their commander's flirtatious words.

Once Chongming left the command center, the staff there felt as if a mountain had been lifted off their backs. They breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged glances, and thought to themselves, "Yeah, watching the commander pursue and flirt with someone is so exciting."

Such an exciting thing, they can't talk about it or discuss it, they can only hint at it with their eyes, they can only understand it implicitly, sob sob sob, this is the legendary pain and pleasure plus excitement.

Chongming brought Jiang Chacha to his rest room. He took off his coat, unbuttoned three buttons on his shirt to reveal his collarbone, pectoral muscles, and chest. He sat on the clean bed, spread his long legs, and looked very confident.

Jiang Cha Cha: “!!!!”

He's incredibly proactive.

I don't think there's anything wrong with her drinking blood and gnawing on meat; I just keep feeding her.

Good heavens, if she had encountered a dragon like that when she was in the demon race, she would have pestered him relentlessly and dragged him up the mountain, never letting go.

Seeing that she was standing several steps away from him, motionless, Chongming followed her and asked, "Jiang Chacha, if you just stand there watching me, you won't need to drink blood; you can just eat meat and be full?"

Jiang Chacha snapped out of her daze, flashed a bright smile, and fawned over him, saying, "I was just worried you weren't ready. It wouldn't be right for me to come over, hug you, and then pounce on you."

The commander thought to himself that he would rather she hug him, press him down, and kiss him, and it would be even better if she could help him take off his clothes.

Unfortunately, thoughts are one thing, hopes are another, and expressions of affection are yet another; the road ahead is currently fraught with difficulties and seems endless.

Chongming tilted his head, revealing his neck, and tempted, "There are only the two of us here. You can hug me and nibble on me, pressing down on me as you nibble, and no one will see."

Jiang Chacha came to him, her desire for dragon blood and flesh, coupled with Chongming's deliberate indulgence, and she straddled his lap.

Chongming's hand was around her waist. He tilted his head and brought his neck to her mouth, opening his mouth in a doting manner: "Come on, bite me!"

Jiang Chacha narrowed her dark eyes, put one arm around the back of his neck and the other hand on his neck: "Chongming, scales have sprouted on your neck again. Do you not want me to bite you or drink your blood?"

He was already thick-skinned, and with another layer of scales covering his neck, even if she broke her teeth, she still couldn't bite through his scales!
Chongming tightened his grip on her waist and lied through his teeth: "I didn't mean I didn't want you to bite me, I didn't mean I didn't want you to drink my blood. Maybe my supernatural power was agitated and my mental sea was a bit unsettled. When I relaxed, the scales started to grow."

"You can't bite the parts with scales, so you can try the parts without scales. I told you to bite me, to drink my blood, you can bite my whole body as you please."

Scales sprouted from the spot she liked to bite, golden scales almost as big as her fingernails, covering his neck.

Touching the scales, they felt cool and had a metallic texture, which was quite nice, but it prevented her from eating meat and drinking blood.

But it didn't matter. He said she could bite any part of his body she wanted, so she didn't hold back and bit his Adam's apple.

Chongming's muscles tensed, and scales not only sprouted on his neck, but also on his face and chest.

As Jiang Chacha bit down on the skin of his Adam's apple, the tiny bit of skin she rubbed against with her teeth slowly broke, drawing blood.

Her body pressed against him, drawing his blood, and she felt increasingly comfortable. Chongming's body tensed more and more, his hands gripping her waist tightened, and his eyes grew darker and deeper.

The golden dragon scales on his body became increasingly uncontrollable the more he tried to suppress them; they spread all over his body except for a small area around his Adam's apple.

Jiang Chacha is a persistent demon, fighting for his flesh and blood, so much so that you can't even see the scales covering his body.

She had drunk almost all the blood herself when she finally let go, sat on his lap, and looked at his face. She exclaimed in surprise, "Chongming, your supernatural power is agitated, and your mental sea is seriously unsettled. Your face is covered in golden dragon scales."

With a face covered in golden dragon scales, revealing only his golden eyes, his wild and ferocious nature was overwhelming, making Jiang Chacha's demonic heart pound. She felt that his enormous size perfectly matched her aesthetic.

Chongming had to exert all his willpower to prevent his golden eyes from turning into beastly pupils. "Ever since you cleansed my mental sea and calmed my agitated abilities, my ability level has leveled up again."

His superpower level has been upgraded again?

His actual superpowers were much greater than what was officially revealed.

Now he's been promoted again. No wonder he's a big golden dragon.

Such a talented golden dragon, buried under the tree roots, could potentially transform from a tree demon into a tree immortal, ascend to the heavens, bring blessings to the region, and become a legend among the demon race.

Seeing the longing for him reappear in her eyes, Chongming said in a hoarse voice, "If you haven't had enough of my blood, you can continue."

"That's enough for today," Jiang Chacha said quickly. "Shall I calm your powers down and clear your mind?"

Chongming moved his hand from her waist up to the back of her neck, then wrapped his other hand around her and slumped onto the bed.

Jiang Chacha pressed herself against him, startling him so much that his pupils constricted and he instinctively struggled.

Chongming released his arms from hers, placed them on the bed, and said in a hoarse, vulnerable voice, "My head hurts, and I have no strength."

Jiang Chacha paused in her ascent, reaching out to touch his forehead. She discovered it was also covered in scales, but instead of the cool feel of scales, they were burning hot. Without a second thought, Jiang Chacha lay on top of him, channeling her magic into his spiritual sea to cleanse it.

Chongming's golden eyes were deep and unfathomable. He loosened his grip on the bed and asked Jiang Chacha, "I'm feeling a little unwell. Can I hold you?"

Jiang Chacha really thought he was in pain, "Hold me tight, hug me, but don't hug me too tightly."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chongming openly embraced her. What supernatural agitation or mental turmoil? It didn't exist.

Jiang Chacha had previously calmed his supernatural abilities and cleared his mental sea, but it didn't completely cure the root cause. This time, it still couldn't cure the root cause. It wasn't that she couldn't cure the root cause, but that she only had 30% of her magic power, and she couldn't give him all of her magic power.

After half an hour of treatment, the scales on Chongming's face, neck, and body began to dissipate. She let go of his hand, placed it on his chest, and sat ask him, leaning against his bed, "How are you feeling?"

Chongming looked back at her: "Much better."

His magic power was somewhat depleted.

If he continues to misbehave, she's going to hit him on the head.

Jiang Chacha nodded: "That's good. By the way, how many hours did Sui Xuan Chu and the others train?"

Chongming countered, "You've been thinking about them for hours?"

Jiang Chacha hesitated for a moment: "Why don't you give them another five or six hours of training, and I'll find a place to rest for a while?"

"Where do you feel unwell?" Chongming's golden eyes narrowed, and his supernatural spiritual power poured out, enveloping her and soothing her.

He regretted it; she was pregnant with his child. He shouldn't have let her calm his mind and quell his restless supernatural powers.

Jiang Chacha waved her hand: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm just suddenly a little sleepy."

Chongming was skeptical: "You're really just sleepy, is there anything wrong?"

Jiang Chacha replied, "No."

Chongming rolled out of bed: "You sleep here with me."

Jiang Chacha exclaimed, "I'm sleeping here?"

Chongming bent down and took off her shoes as he said, "Yes, you can sleep here with me so you don't have to go to another room. I still need to go over and use my supernatural mental energy to soothe her."

“Running around wastes time. You sleep here. No one will come over. I'll go check on Sui Xuan Chu and the others after you fall asleep.”

Jiang Chacha's magical power was somewhat depleted. In addition, she had been drinking dragon blood for the past two weeks without any soothing supernatural power from Chongming. Now, with the sudden arrival of fresh blood, drowsiness immediately overwhelmed her.

"Okay." Jiang Chacha responded with a yawn, took off her coat, revealing a small vest, flopped onto the bed, pulled the blanket over herself, and was instantly enveloped by the heavy, pungent smell of the blanket.

The babies inside her belly seemed to know she was sleeping in their father's nest, and they started to move around and become active, but it didn't disturb her sleep.

Seeing that she had wrapped herself up like a dumpling, with the scales on her body still attached, Chongming turned off the room lights, leaving only a small lamp on, and went into the bathroom.

After removing his clothes, the scales that hadn't dissipated covered most of his body. He poured ice water at minus seven or eight degrees Celsius over himself, washing over the scales. It took about ten minutes to wash the golden scales off.

The golden scales were washed away by the cold water, but his body's clamor for Jiang Chacha did not diminish. He gave himself an injection to suppress his estrus cycle, which finally completely suppressed the estrus he couldn't control when facing Jiang Chacha.

He then took a 5-minute shower with ice water before leaving the washroom, drying himself off, changing into clean and tidy combat gear, and going outside.

Jiang Chacha was fast asleep, her even breathing filling the dimly lit room with Chongming's keen hearing.

He walked silently to the bedside and slowly sat down. The small space was filled with his supernatural mental energy.

He ensured that no matter where Jiang Chacha was in the room, she and the baby in her womb could be soothed by his supernatural mental power.

He sat by the bed for almost fifteen minutes before getting up and leaving the room, even closing the door silently.

The moment the door closed, Jiang Chacha opened her eyes, turned over in her blanket, placed her hand on her belly, feeling the activity of the babies inside, and then went back to sleep.

On several training grounds aboard the warship, everyone in Camp 59 was either lying on the ground panting or exhausted, their faces bruised and swollen, making a final stand.

As they resisted, they were eventually met by their commander.

Chongming, dressed in a combat uniform with his blond hair tied up, was seen training at one training ground after another.

No matter who it is, whether they use superpowers or their fists, as long as they can hit or touch him, that's fine.

However, with over 1000 people in the four training grounds on the warship, his clothes remained completely clean.

The warship's medical department began to bustle with activity. Some people had their arms and legs broken, were coughing up blood, and had broken ribs. They wouldn't recover unless they went into the treatment pod and lay down in it.

Chongming wasn't satisfied with the fight; his violent temper hadn't subsided. He opened his personal terminal and sent a message to Zhonglihe.

Zhongli He was in his beast form, inside his ship, being fed by Kong Que, and eating bamboo rice.

The bamboo rice selected by Kong Que is plump and full, with each grain looking appetizing; it looks like the best.

When his personal terminal beeped, Chi Zhumi didn't even look up. Kong Que took his personal terminal, opened it, and said to him, "CEO, Commander Chongming sent a message asking if you are free. He would like to spar with you."

In an instant, Zhong Lihe transformed into a phoenix, his clothes loose and revealing his fair chest. He grabbed his personal terminal and exclaimed, "Holy crap, Kong Que, am I seeing things? Chongming really wants to spar with me?"

Kong Que respectfully replied, "You read that right, but I don't recommend you go."

Zhong Lihe slammed the personal terminal onto his wrist: "Why?"

Kong Que replied, "Commander Chongming is extremely busy. He must have worked overtime for many days in a row just to come and see his partner and cub."

“After he arrived, he didn’t go to see his partner right away. Instead, he strolled around the food street and specialty product street for a while before going up to see his partner.”

"When he meets his partner, he will definitely have a lovemaking session with her. Based on his superpower level and physical strength, a lovemaking session will take at least one and a half to two hours."

"However, based on the timeline I know, it seems he hasn't been intimate with his partner for this long. If he hasn't been intimate for this long, why would he send you a message asking you to come over and have a 'challenge' with him? Clearly, he's sexually frustrated and urgently needs to vent, so he wants you to be his target!"

(End of this chapter)