Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 117 The Ability to Change City Weather

Lu Jun extended his slightly trembling fingers and gently pinched Leng Yulai's small and delicate chin, carefully making her open her mouth slightly.

Then, he held his breath, closed his eyes, and gently, tremblingly, pressed his lips to Leng Yulai's cool, soft lips.

An indescribable, electric-like sensation instantly swept over Lu Jun's entire body.

The touch... was so cool, yet it possessed an indescribable, amazingly soft and delicate quality.

It felt as if he were touching the finest silk, or like the melting snow of early spring, carrying a unique, rich fragrance reminiscent of Leng Yulai's dark night orchid, which entered his nostrils without any obstruction.

Lu Jun's mind went completely blank. All his mental preparations crumbled at that moment, leaving only the incredible soft touch on his lips and the lingering, heart-stopping fragrance around his nose.

Intense shame burned like fire on his cheeks and ears; he felt as if his whole body was on fire.

"Mmm..." Perhaps it was the strange sensation from the touch on her lips that caused Leng Yulai, who was unconscious, to let out an extremely faint, dreamlike moan, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

The soft moan exploded in Lu Jun's ears like a thunderclap. He snapped back to reality, jolted back like a startled rabbit, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest, almost bursting out of his chest.

He dared not look at Leng Yulai's face again, nor did he dare to relive that brief yet unforgettable touch.

He hurriedly and clumsily fed the pills and fragments of spiritual fruit deep into her throat.

Only after confirming that everything had slid down smoothly did Lu Jun, as if he had completed an incredibly difficult task, stagger back a few steps, leaning against the cold wall, panting heavily.

His cheeks were still burning hot, and the soft touch and lingering fragrance on his lips were like an indelible mark.

He rubbed his lips hard, as if trying to erase some trace, but the feeling was etched even deeper into his heart.

"I am guilty!!!"

"I'm a fucking pervert, I, I..."

Lu Jun lowered his head, feeling so ashamed that he wished he could disappear into the ground.

Although I was happy to see Leng Yulai's injuries gradually stabilizing.

But it was done in this way...

Even Lu Jun, who had lived two lives, wished he could just kill himself.

Without hesitation, Lu Jun slammed his forehead against the wall, forcing himself to calm down completely.

After calming down, Lu Jun's gaze fell once again on Leng Yulai on the bed.

As time went on, the medicine began to take effect. A faint trace of color seemed to return to her pale cheeks, her breathing became more even and long, and her furrowed brows completely relaxed, as if she had fallen into a deeper sleep.

Lu Jun felt somewhat relieved, at least the first step had been successful.

"Fortunately, the pills and rare herbs that the Spirit Pagoda usually gives me are top-notch, which are very useful for a powerhouse like my aunt."

However, when he lowered his gaze to examine the other frozen wounds on Leng Yulai's body, his eyes involuntarily froze.

The black trench coat that Leng Yulai was wearing, which was already tattered, had become even more damaged during the previous battle and when Lu Jun carried her.

And on her shoulder, a deep claw mark tore through her clothes, revealing a patch of blood-stained skin that was still as delicate as the finest white jade.

Her rounded shoulders and delicate collarbone lines, under the light, possessed a breathtakingly fragile beauty.

The marks on her side waist, where she had been struck by the Haotian Hammer, were even more shocking. Fragments were embedded in the edges of the bloody wound, and her combat suit was torn even more, revealing a slender and tight waist covered with large bruises and bloodstains.

The curve of her waist was breathtaking; even covered in blood and wounds, it could not conceal the astonishing allure it possessed.

Further down... Lu Jun felt a surge of heat rush to his head, his cheeks burning as if on fire. He looked away almost as if he had been electrocuted, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, the full, undulating curves unique to mature women, faintly visible beneath the tattered clothing, and the powerful yet fatally alluring lines of her waist and abdomen, were clearly etched into his mind like a brand.

Don't look at anything inappropriate.

Don’t look at anything inappropriate!
Alarm bells rang in Lu Jun's mind, and a strong sense of embarrassment and guilt instantly overwhelmed him.

This is his aunt, his martial arts master!
It was an elder who had saved him, protected him, and even risked his life for him that led him to this state!
How could he... how could he have such a thought at a time like this?

Thinking to himself, Lu Jun slapped himself a few times.

He then rushed to the bedside almost simultaneously, grabbed the thick, relatively clean quilt next to him, and, as if fleeing a flood or a ferocious beast, hurriedly and meticulously covered Leng Yulai with it.

The alluring, curvaceous figure, brimming with the deadly charm of a mature woman, was finally completely concealed by the soft fabric.

All that remained was that pale yet breathtakingly beautiful sleeping face.

After doing all this, Lu Jun let out a long, silent sigh, as if he had just finished a tough battle. The cold sweat on his back had soaked through his inner shirt.

Looking at Leng Yulai, who was wrapped up like a silkworm, he felt that most of the intense, suffocating allure had been blocked, and his violent heartbeat finally began to calm down.

"Master, you should rest well... You're safe here, everything should be alright." Lu Jun whispered to the sleeping Leng Yulai.

"Once things stabilize, you'll be awake around that time. You'll be able to return to Mingdu on your own then, so I won't take you with me."

Nonsense! If he took Leng Yulai back with him, wouldn't he be exposed?

Moreover, given Leng Yulai's cultivation level, her injuries have now stabilized, and she will wake up soon.

Once awake, Leng Yulai had more than enough ability to return on her own.

After all, he had dealt with all the Tang Clan members.

Not to mention... Lu Jun did something he felt extremely guilty about, and his eagerness to escape was also due to his guilty conscience.

Lu Jun began to do the final cleanup work.

At each entrance and exit leading to the outside world from Leng Yulai's room, he deployed the first soul skill, Ice Flower.

His gaze and senses can descend upon these flowers at any time.

With just a thought, these ice flowers would unleash a terrifying explosive force.

Adding the combined power of the Ice Explosion Technique, Lu Jun tested it on the Spirit Ascension Platform and found that even Soul Kings without battle armor couldn't withstand it.

He needs to take these measures to protect Leng Yulai, who is still asleep.

As long as we protect Leng Yulai until she wakes up, that's fine.

In this way, these ice flowers can both monitor when Leng Yulai wakes up and protect her.

Even if Leng Yulai wakes up, Lu Jun isn't afraid of being exposed. He can just make the Ice Flower disappear without leaving any trace.

After arranging everything, Lu Jun left the hotel and, braving the wind and snow, returned to the hidden rendezvous point.

The matte black private soul-guided aircraft remained parked there quietly. The pilot leaned against the cabin door, rubbing his hands together and breathing on them, looking at the heavy snow with a puzzled expression.

"This damn weather... it's unbelievable." Upon seeing Lu Jun return, the driver quickly stood up straight and complained, "Young Master Lu Jun, you're finally back. Is everything done? You don't look too well."

(End of this chapter)