Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

In the dead of night, all was quiet.

Only the soft sound of breathing remained in the inn room, while moonlight streamed through the windowpane, carpeting the floor with a light frost.

Xie Weixing rested her head on her arm, her eyes half-closed, nestled in Tan Suiting's arms, her high ponytail loosely tied, sleeping peacefully.

The dragon scales on his wrist, pressed against his skin, began to heat up slightly. Then, a faint buzzing sound burst forth from the whip core, followed by a clear and violent dragon roar, one after another, piercing the eardrums.

Xie Weixing was startled awake and instinctively reached for his sword.

Tan Suiting, who was sitting next to him, was a light sleeper. The sudden dragon roar and the sound of his senior brother getting up woke him up.

His long eyelashes fluttered, and a layer of coldness, as if he had just woken up, still lingered in his dark pupils. He turned his head, his clear, cool voice low and still carrying a hint of weariness: "What's wrong?"

The red spiritual light on Longlin's body gradually intensified and surged uncontrollably. Longlin slightly opened and closed, like a dormant ferocious beast suddenly awakening, struggling wildly. The whip lashed incessantly on the bedding with heavy force, even causing the bed board to tremble slightly.

Xie Weixing's sleepiness vanished instantly.

...What are you doing?

Pat the blanket on his head until it's fluffy and soft.

She's so family-oriented and kind-hearted.

"What's wrong with you?" Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow. "Where am I supposed to go looking for a fight with you in the middle of the night? Can't I just take you for a walk?"

Tan Suiting's lips twitched slightly.

They're treating the ancient treasures of the dragon race like dogs.

Wenlonglin has a heavy history of killing and is bloodthirsty and lustful. Occasionally, on a clear, moonlit night, it would suddenly go crazy and ask Xie Weixing to take it out for a walk.

Tan Suiting raised his eyes, and the pressure of the pure blood of the East Sea Taixu instantly spread out.

Wen Longlin paused for a moment, seemingly suppressed, but then went berserk again without restraint.

Xie Weixing frowned.

Normally, when I ask Long Lin about Tan Suiting, he avoids me like a mouse hiding from a cat. Why is he so bold today?

He merely raised his eyes to gaze at the restless dragon scales, his fingertips hovering above the whip, a layer of cautious coldness spreading in his peach blossom eyes. He slowly sat up straight, the fabric of his robe sliding down to his knees.

Tan Suiting glanced at him sideways before his gaze returned to Wen Longlin.

"Something's wrong with the dragon scales; they're going berserk," Xie Weixing whispered.

The buzzing of the dragon scales grew increasingly piercing, and the spiritual light emanating from between the scales flickered, faintly carrying a sense of calm as it struggled, as if sensing something ominous.

Tan Suiting was completely wide awake, a look of alarm in his eyes: "What's wrong with it?"

The moonlight inside was cold and clear, and all was quiet except for the restless Dragon Scale Whip, which hummed and vibrated incessantly.

Xie Weixing raised his hand, his fingertips gently covering the whip.

He cleared his mind of distractions, slowly released his spiritual power, and allowed his divine sense to gradually sink down, connecting with Wen Longlin's mind.

Although Little Chili is rebellious, she has never been so suddenly and uncontrollably manic before.

"Don't be afraid," Xie Weixing said in a very low voice, his fingertips gently tracing the cool, fine patterns of the dragon scales to soothe the restless spirit. "Tell me, what are you sensing? Why are you uneasy?"

The gentle and pure spiritual power of the Azure Water Lion enveloped the restless dragon scales, and the violently struggling whip gradually calmed down.

Xie Weixing slowly spoke, "What do you want to tell me?"

The dragon scales, which had been behaving themselves, stirred slightly.

The black and red spiritual energy spread out, and the whip, which was shimmering with tiny scales, rose gently, shaped like a dragon's tail. It stubbornly circled several arcs, first wrapping around Xie Weixing's slightly cool wrist, then turning and lightly sweeping around Tan Suiting's waist.

The room was completely quiet.

Tan Suiting looked down at his senior brother and himself being bound together by dragon scales, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

What is this chili pepper doing?

Xie Weixing was silent for a moment, then finally spoke up in confusion: "Do I need you to remind me that we're a couple? What are you trying to do in the middle of the night? Do you want to see us kiss? Can you sleep peacefully if we kiss right now? Your mother and I are awake and have to go to training. You don't play in the competition, but others do. If you keep making a fuss, we'll write your name down."

The dragon scales froze instantly.

...I can't explain it to you.

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