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Chapter 294 Tang Long, Drained Dry, Director Mo Battles Zi Yu (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Mo Zhen was like a red lightning bolt tearing through the air, rushing towards the Pokémon Center with an astonishing burst of power comparable to "Godspeed".

His signature red suit left a blurry afterimage as he sped along, completely ignoring the several innocent trash cans he knocked over along the way, with only one thought in his mind—to save his canned peaches from the horrific disaster!

"boom--!"

The alloy door of the ward was smashed open by his shoulder ramming, which carried the kinetic energy of his run. The door hinges groaned under the strain as they slammed heavily against the inner wall.

Mo Zhen's artist's eyes instantly locked onto the hospital bed, and her pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints!
On the hospital bed, Xiao Huolong's enormous, mountain-like orange-yellow belly still bulged high like a ripe yellow peach, but on the very top of that elastic belly, Zi Yu with her light purple bob haircut was crawling in an extremely dangerous position!

She was only loosely draped in a Blueberry Academy girls' uniform jacket, the hem of which barely covered her upper thighs.

At this moment, she was pressing her cheek tightly against Xiao Huolong's belly, her small nose twitching as if searching for something...

[Oh my god!!! This is terrible! Lord Mo Zhen! This woman is definitely using evil magic!!!]

Xiao Mengzi, like a pink fat pig whose tail had been clipped, let out a heart-wrenching squeal on Mo Zhen's shoulder, while Dou Dou's eyes were filled with the terror of witnessing a murder scene.

[She's about to absorb Tang Long's life essence! Stop her! If you're any later, Tang Long will be completely drained! Waaaaah!!!]

"Witch! How dare you harm my fat dragon?!"

Mo Zhen's eyes were bloodshot, his artist's demeanor completely gone. In an instant, the image of Boss Ju embracing the Dragon Head Mole flashed through his mind, perfectly mirroring Zi Yu's current behavior.

Without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, his whole body like a tiger pouncing on its prey, with a resolute momentum, and with a standard flying tackle, he slammed hard into Ziyu on the bed!
"Wow--!"

Zi Yu was completely focused on finding Xiao Huolong's life source and had no idea that someone would break down the door.

All they heard was a menacing gust of wind behind them. Before they could even turn around, a tremendous force grabbed them around the waist, and they were instantly spun around. Mo Zhen slammed them down on his body, and the two of them rolled off the edge of the hospital bed and crashed heavily onto the cold floor!
"Oh!"

A dull thud echoed as flesh struck the floor. Zi Yu was thrown off balance by the sudden attack, and her coat came undone as she rolled around.

She lifted her dizzy head and saw Mo Zhen, who was pressing down on her with a righteous and awe-inspiring expression. She was first bewildered, and then an unparalleled sense of shame, indignation, and panic instantly overwhelmed her reason.

"Ah—!!! You...you pervert! You scoundrel! You pervert! You lecher! What...what are you doing?! Let me go!!!"

Zi Yu let out a scream as loud as a horn, her pink cheeks instantly turning bright red. She shoved Mo Zhen's chest wildly with both hands and kicked her legs restlessly.

In this chaotic moment, two more figures rushed into the ward.

"Director Mo! What... happened..."

Wanlong's anxious voice stopped abruptly. Her eyes, framed by red-rimmed glasses, widened instantly as she stared in disbelief at the scene in the ward.

On the floor, her Master Mo Zhen was pinning a fair-skinned young girl down in an extremely ambiguous position, while the girl was still screaming and struggling!

A mixture of anger at being caught cheating by the minotaurs, bitterness from being caught in bed with another woman, and dizziness from having his worldview shaken struck Wanlong's brain like a triple attack!

"Hmphh ...

Wanlong pointed at the two people on the ground, her voice so sharp it almost pierced the sky. Lolita's body trembled violently from extreme excitement, and the ghostly blue flames of the crystal chandelier spirits uncontrollably emanated from behind her.

"Wanlong, you've come at the right time! Help! This woman is trying to forcibly take my Xiao Huolong! She's absorbing his life energy!"

Mo Zhen was flustered by Zi Yu's struggles and shouted without turning his head, his voice filled with obvious anxiety.

"Possess... an elf? Absorb energy?"

Wanlong was suddenly stunned. Images of the dark rituals in the [Elf Era] club flashed through his mind, and he also remembered that Ziyu was Boss Ju's daughter... All the clues connected instantly!

So that's how it is. Director Mo wasn't doing anything wrong; he was protecting his spirit and stopping an evil ritual!

"Oh my god! So that's how it is! I misunderstood you, Director Mo, I'm here to help you!"

Wanlong suddenly realized what was happening, a hint of shame flashed across her face, but it was quickly replaced by an even stronger sense of justice.

Without hesitation, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing her forearms which contained the strength of nine oxen, and rushed forward to join the battle, trying to help Mo Zhen hold down the struggling Zi Yu.

When A-Du arrived, this was the scene that greeted him as he stepped into the ward: Mo-Zhen and Wan-Long were frantically trying to subdue a naked girl writhing on the floor...

The red-haired investigator's handsome face froze instantly, his feet rooted to the spot, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

He subconsciously looked away and coughed awkwardly.

"Ahem... well... perhaps we should... uh, you three seem to be enjoying yourselves, I'd better excuse myself for a moment..."

In stark contrast to Adu's hesitation was Yati, who also followed.

When the painter saw the dynamic and tension-filled composition of the three people wrestling on the ground, his eyes, those of an artist, instantly shone with an unprecedented light!
"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! Conflict! Struggle! The intertwining of desire and protection! The composition! The dynamism! This is the most primal and intense artistic expression of life!"

Yati was so excited that he was trembling all over, as if the psychological shadow brought on by the club had been swept away.

With lightning speed, he grabbed his drawing board and charcoal pencil, squatted in the corner, and began to scribble the once-in-a-lifetime scene with rapid wrist movements, the charcoal pencil scratching against the paper. He muttered to himself as he sketched the scene.

"The lines need to be stronger... the shadows should emphasize the struggle... Yes, that's it! Master Mo Zhen's expression, that mixture of anxiety and justice! Perfect!"

However, despite their apparent numerical advantage, Mo Zhen and Wan Long were unable to completely subdue Zi Yu.

The daughter of this mining tycoon, in a state of extreme shame and anger and with some latent bloodline being awakened, unleashed astonishing power!
Beneath her skin, a faint, earthy yellow light shimmered, as if she had formed some kind of invisible connection with the earth beneath her feet, and a continuous stream of power flowed into her limbs and bones.

"You...get out of my way!"

Zi Yu let out a tearful scream, and with a sudden burst of strength in her waist, she executed a flawed but extremely powerful rabbit kick, simultaneously throwing Mo Zhen, who was pressing down on her upper body, and Wan Long, who was holding down her legs, off the ground!
"Ouch!"

"Hmph!"

Mo Zhen and Wan Long were caught off guard and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zi Yu rolled away from the suppression and then pinned Mo Zhen and Wan Long to the ground.

In an instant, Mo Zhen felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making him unable to move, just like the Five Finger Mountain!

What... what kind of power is this? This woman's strength is incredible! No... this is ground-based energy... This guy... "Aa ...

Just as the tide of battle turned, a powerful and distinctive shout from Tang Sanzang resounded in the ward like a thunderclap!
On the hospital bed, Xiao Huolong's huge belly undulated like waves as it struggled to lift its enormous dragon head. DouDou's eyes were still hazy from just waking up from a deep hibernation.

However, when its gaze focused and it clearly saw that its beloved Elder Chi was being pinned to the ground by a woman with purple hair, its simple thought process instantly came to the conclusion that Elder Chi was in trouble!
Without even a fraction of a second of hesitation, Xiao Huolong's massive body displayed an agility completely disproportionate to its size!
"Old Man Chi, I'm here to provoke you!"

It let out a roar in defense of Elder Chi, its plump hind legs kicked off the hospital bed, and its whole body, like an orange-yellow cannonball, crashed into Zi Yu with a standard [Flesh Bomb Impact] move that could be written into a textbook!

"Boom--!"

A dull, resounding thud, like the beating of a giant drum, rang out!

Zi Yu had no idea that the sleeping darling would suddenly spring up. She felt an irresistible, immense force coming from the side. Her scream caught in her throat. It was as if she had been hit by the side of a speeding dump truck. She was lifted off the ground, flying in a graceful arc, and then slammed into the opposite wall with a thud before slowly sliding down and collapsing to the ground.

"Huh...huh..."

Mo Zhen, clutching his aching lower back, grimaced as he climbed off Wan Long. Forgetting to straighten his disheveled red suit, he rushed to Xiao Huolong's side and patted its incredibly elastic belly with concern.

"Tang Long! Are you alright? How are you feeling? Is anything bothering you?"

Xiao Huolong shook his big head, and the confusion in Dou Dou's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a wistful smile that lingered in her mind.

It smacked its big mouth as if savoring something, then spoke in a deep, resonant voice, with a hint of mystery and rapture.

"Hey~ Old Chi, I'm fine! I just had a really long dream! I dreamt I was eating huge, sweet peaches and fresh clams, so soft, tender, and smooth, it was so awesome! Hehehe..."

As it spoke, it touched its mouth with its short paws, as if the seafood flavor of its dream meal still lingered in its mouth.

Mo Zhen was so angry at Xiao Huolong's carefree and oblivious attitude, as if he had no idea what kind of danger he had just experienced, that he almost choked on his breath.

He raised his hand high and slapped it hard on Xiao Huolong's fat belly.

"Eat, eat, eat! All you ever think about is food! Forget all that nonsense about peaches and clams in your dream! Pack your things, we need to get going in search of the Strange Flame!"

Just as Mo Zhen was patting Xiao Huolong's belly, urging it to forget those messy dreams and prepare to set off, a sudden change occurred!

"Don't leave!"

A tearful yet resolute shout shattered the brief tranquility of the ward.

Ziyu, who had been slumped in the corner, had somehow managed to get up. Her light purple bob haircut was slightly disheveled from the struggle, with a few strands sticking to the corners of her reddened eyes.

Her amethyst-like eyes were fixed on Xiao Huolong's massive orange-yellow body, filled with an almost obsessive possessiveness and a trace of the pain of betrayal.

She lunged forward with a reckless force, crashing into Xiao Huolong's supple side. Her arms, like tenacious vines, clung tightly to his plump waist, her face buried in the warm, soft layer of fat.

"Dragon! You are my spirit! We were companions who went through life and death together on the Sky Arrow Bridge! How could you go with this man in the red suit?!"

Her voice came through muffledly, with obvious sobs and grievances, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she were enduring immense pain.

“We almost died there together! I rushed to protect you when you fell! I dragged you out of the ruins and brought you to the Elf Center! Have you forgotten all that?!”

Xiao Huolong's fat jiggled from the sudden hug. He lowered his huge head, blinked his beady eyes in confusion, and looked at Zi Yu, who was tightly holding his waist.

"A milk dragon? I'm a milk dragon?!"

The name carried a strange sense of familiarity, leaving Xiao Huolong utterly perplexed. It didn't know why it felt so strange about the name, as if someone had called it that before...

Just then, Mo Zhen's voice rang in its ears like a sudden awakening.

"Xiao Huolong, what are you dawdling for! Hurry up and explain things to this woman!"

Startled by Mo Zhen's sharp shout, Xiao Huolong immediately abandoned all distractions. It tilted its large head and spoke in a gruff voice with an almost cruel bluntness.

"Hey, the reason I protected you on the bridge was because you could help Old Man Chi fight that bad guy. If you were to oppose Old Man Chi..."

It paused, its short paws clenched into fists, and a simple yet determined light flashed in DouDou's eyes.

"Oh my god! Well then, I won't be polite to you either!"

These words were like an icicle, piercing Zi Yu's last psychological defenses.

She suddenly raised her head, and tears instantly streamed down her face like broken pearls, sliding down her fair cheeks and leaving a small, dark, wet stain on Xiao Huolong's belly.

"So...so everything before was just...a charade?"

Her voice was broken and trembling with disbelief as her fingers dug into Xiao Huolong's soft belly.

"You protected me just to use my power to fight the tornado?! Now that you're done using me, you want to dump me?! What... what do you take me for?! How could you toy with my feelings like this?! Ughhhhhh—I absolutely refuse to accept this!!!"

In the end, she screamed almost hysterically, like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away. She clung to Xiao Huolong and cried uncontrollably, using all her strength to hold on to his slender arms, as if if she let go, this warm "cute" in front of her would disappear completely.

Looking at the mine tycoon's daughter, who was completely out of control with tears streaming down her face, and glancing at the faintly visible mine behind her, symbolizing Boss Ju's vast wealth, a shrewd and calculating glint flashed in Mo Zhen's artist's eyes.

He stroked his chin, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips. He leaned close to Xiao Huolong's large earlobe, lowered his voice, and whispered a few words quickly in a volume only he and Xiao Huolong could hear.

Xiao Huolong's simple thought process obviously couldn't fully comprehend the profound "hostage economics" and "long-term meal ticket strategy" in Chi Lao's words, but he grasped the most crucial core—listening to Chi Lao meant getting food and being able to quiet down this noisy woman.

It nodded its big head as if it understood, with a loyal gleam in its eyes that said, "Although I don't understand, what Old Chi said must be right."

Then, it lowered its head and spoke in a deep, muffled voice to Ziyu, who was still holding it and weeping.

"Hey... don't cry. Old Chi said you can come with us."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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