Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

The stone chamber was chillingly cold.

The flame of the eternal lamp was only the size of a bean, flickering in the empty tomb chamber, casting long shadows of the two people onto the cold stone walls.

The "snip" sound of the scissors finally stopped.

Little Dragon Girl put down her needle and thread.

She gently shook the few meager pieces of white cloth in her hand, her face remaining calm and composed, as if she were holding not shocking undergarments, but a serious Taoist scripture.

"It's done."

His voice was cold and indifferent, revealing no emotion.

Yang Guo was tied to the cold jade bed, lying sprawled out.

He is feeling very bad right now.

Very bad.

The cold jade bed beneath him was continuously supplying him with bone-chilling cold air. Normally, this cold air would only help him calm down.

But things are different now.

He truly used up all his strength in the cave, and now his dantian is completely empty, like a dry well.

The sudden surge of energy, amplified by the chill, made him shiver involuntarily.

"Guo'er, are you cold?"

Little Dragon Girl turned her head and her gaze fell on him.

Yang Guo quickly took a deep breath and forcibly channeled his barely perceptible internal energy to make his complexion look rosier.

We must not give ourselves away.

If my aunt finds out that I've exhausted all my energy outside, it won't be as simple as just being tied to the bed.

That would warrant being drowned in a pig cage.

"Not cold! Not cold at all!"

Yang Guo grinned, but his teeth were still chattering. "I'm just excited! Just thinking about my sister's exquisite craftsmanship makes my blood boil, and I can't wait to get out of bed and admire it."

Little Dragon Girl ignored his glib tongue.

She took the newly made "practice clothes," walked to the bedside, and gestured with them.

"According to your drawing, there are only these three pieces of cloth."

Little Dragon Girl frowned slightly, seemingly still finding it hard to accept, "This thing, can it really be worn?"

"Yes! It absolutely can!"

Yang Guo stared at the pieces of cloth, a wave of despair washing over him.

At this moment, he wished he were still that energetic young man.

Normally, seeing this thing would have made him incredibly energetic.

But right now, all he wants to do is sleep.

I just want to drink two pounds of goji berry water and then sleep for three days and three nights.

"Sister, this is science."

Yang Guo, forcing himself to stay alert, began to exaggerate, "Think about it, when you practice the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra to a high level, the heat rises up. If it's covered by clothing, it's easy to go into a state of demonic possession. The original design of this clothing was for heat dissipation! Look at the cut, the blank space—how breathable! How reasonable!"

Little Dragon Girl looked down.

It is indeed very clear.

The light made her cheeks feel slightly hot.

"It's for practicing martial arts..."

Little Dragon Girl pursed her lips, as if she had made up her mind, "Then turn your head away."

Yang Guo was taken aback: "Huh? Turn around?"

"I want to try it on."

Little Dragon Girl glared at him, "Don't look."

"No, sister!"

Yang Guo grew anxious, the bells on his wrist jingling loudly. "We're about to be completely honest with each other, what's there to be shy about? Besides, I'm the designer. I need to check if your clothes fit properly, if anything is too tight or too loose. This is a serious academic matter!"

"Shut up."

Little Dragon Girl gave a light shout and casually waved her hand.

The sleeve flew out and directly covered Yang Guo's eyes.

Yang Guo's vision went black.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the rustling sound of clothes being undressed.

The sound was very soft.

The sound of fabric rubbing against skin.

The sound of a belt being unbuckled.

The sound of clothes slipping off.

Each sound seemed to strike Yang Guo's heart.

In the past, this would have been an absolute luxury.

But now, the sound is like a death knell.

It’s over.

I'm really going to wear it.

Once you put it on, you have to practice.

To practice martial arts...

Yang Guo felt a dull ache in his lower back.

He prayed frantically in his heart: "Grandma, please bless me and let me get through tonight! As long as I get through tonight, I will definitely go to town and buy ten catties of lamb kidneys to make up for it!"

"alright."

I don't know how much time passed.

The blindfold was removed.

Yang Guo blinked, adjusting his eyes to the light.

then.

He held his breath.

Although he had imagined this scene countless times in his mind, and although the design of the clothes was his own work.

But when you actually see the actual item worn by Xiaolongnu.

The visual impact still caused his brain to freeze for half a second.

Little Dragon Girl stood beside the cold jade bed.

All she wore were a few pieces of snow-white cotton cloth.

It has to be said, her figure is absolutely amazing.

Her skin was as white as snow, gleaming with an ivory-like sheen in the dim light.

Although the homemade "bikini" was simple and the stitching was a bit rough, it was precisely this roughness that added to its primal allure.

Two thin straps were tied behind her neck, supporting that breathtaking curve.

Her waist was so slender it looked as if it would break at the slightest touch.

And those long, straight legs were displayed before him without any concealment.

What's most deadly is her expression.

Her face still carried that ethereal, otherworldly coolness, and her eyes were as pure as a clear spring.

This extreme purity collides with the extreme desire.

No man could withstand that.

Normally.

Yang Guo had long ago been consumed by that thing called "burning himself."

But now.

His body honestly told him: Boss, we're out of stock, take a break.

"How is it?"

Xiaolongnu nervously tugged at the belt around her waist. "Isn't it... too revealing?"

"No... I won't show anything..."

Yang Guo swallowed hard, his voice hoarse, "This is called... art. Sister, you are simply a celestial maiden descended to earth, your beauty is breathtaking."

That's half true and half false.

It's truly beautiful.

It was real suffocation—I sensed something terrible was about to happen.

Xiaolongnu's cheeks flushed slightly, seemingly pleased with the compliment.

She let out a soft breath, as if she had completed a difficult task.

Then, she lifted her leg.

He climbed onto the cold jade bed.

As she approached, a faint, cool fragrance wafted towards us.

Yang Guo's heart suddenly clenched.

"Now that you've changed your clothes..."

Xiaolongnu knelt beside Yang Guo, looking down at him. "Then let's begin practicing."

"Practice...practice martial arts?"

Yang Guo stammered, "How do I practice?"

"Didn't you say this clothing was for heat dissipation?"

Little Dragon Girl said in a serious tone, "The Ancient Tomb Sect's internal energy cultivation is predominantly cold, while the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra reverses the meridians to generate heat. Now that we have these clothes, we can try out a deeper cultivation method."

She held up her finger.

A cool touch from my fingertips gently landed on Yang Guo's chest.

"Guo'er".

Little Dragon Girl's voice became somewhat unsteady, "Why is your heart beating so fast?"

Yang Guo chuckled twice: "Excited, very excited."

How could it not be fast?

It's like a death row inmate waiting for his last meal before execution.

"But……"

Little Dragon Girl's finger stopped at his dantian.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

"Why does your dantian feel so weak?"

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

coming.

The most dreaded part is here.

"Huh? Is it weak?"

Yang Guo looked completely innocent. "That's impossible! I have profound internal strength, and I'm known for my eloquence! Sister, you must be mistaken."

"I'm not mistaken."

Little Dragon Girl pressed it again, her tone certain, "Empty and lifeless. It's like..."

She thought for a moment and found an adjective.

"It's like being completely drained."