Douluo: Son of Destruction of Life, Supreme Creator!

Gu Linyuan released her hand and instead put his arm around her waist.

His palms rested on the soft curves of her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin and the rise and fall of her slightly rapid breathing through her clothes.

With his other hand, he covered her buttocks, his fingers spread, his palm fully grasping that plump softness, feeling the firmness and elasticity unique to a young girl's skin.

Looking at the infinitely delicate young woman before him, Gu Linyuan was deeply moved. He was truly blessed to have such a woman.

If he were to choose a principal wife from his harem in the future, Zhu Zhuqing would be one of the contenders in Gu Linyuan's mind.

"Lin Yuan... um..."

Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled slightly; she could feel the warmth of his palm.

Her face was flushed, the blush spreading from her cheeks to her ears, and from her ears to her neck.

She lowered her head, not daring to look into Gu Linyuan's eyes, and placed her hands on his chest, wanting to push him away but unable to.

Gu Linyuan lowered his head and bit her lip.

It wasn't a kiss, it was a bite.

The force was just right, enough for her to feel the hardness of her teeth, but not enough to break them.

Zhu Zhuqing's breathing became rapid.

Her hands gripped his shirt tightly, her knuckles turning white, and her legs felt weak.

Gu Linyuan is too domineering.

Other men kiss with a soft kiss. He, however, bites, biting her lips with his teeth, leaving no room for resistance.

Zhu Zhuqing was held firmly in his arms, at his mercy, unable to escape his clutches.

Chapter 98 Mistress, Your Mother Might Be in Gu Linyuan's Hands

"Lin Yuan, take me."

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was very soft.

Her face turned bright red.

The redness spread from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears, so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings. Her light-colored eyes were shimmering with tears, her gaze unfocused. She dared not look at him, yet she couldn't help but look at him.

Ok……

The way Gu Linyuan imprisoned her made her feel even more ashamed than if she were doing those other things.

She felt as if the other person had seen through everything she was thinking.

"Then tell me you love me."

Gu Linyuan looked down at her.

The moonlight shone on the girl's cheeks, making her cool and beautiful face appear exceptionally soft.

At this moment, those eyes, which always carried a hint of aloofness, were filled with only a soft, melting light.

His hand was still gently around her waist, his palm supporting her steadily, and he could feel her body trembling slightly.

"Lin Yuan, I love you."

Zhu Zhuqing said softly, swaying her waist shyly, but her eyes were filled with indelible affection.

She knew that she was completely under Gu Linyuan's control.

Neither her heart nor her body could ever leave him again.

"Call me brother, or..."

"Brother Lin Yuan, I love you."

Zhu Zhuqing blushed.

She knew that Dugu Yan and Meng Yiran would secretly call Gu Linyuan by a more intimate nickname. She initially looked down on them, thinking they were shameless.

But now, looking into Gu Linyuan's eyes, she couldn't help but feel an urge to satisfy him.

However, in the end, her shyness overcame everything.

Gu Linyuan is a bit older than her, so it's fine for her to call him "brother".

"Okay, okay... relax, leave everything to me."

Gu Linyuan smiled and bent down.

With one arm around her shoulder and the other around her legs, he lifted her up in his arms.

Zhu Zhuqing was very light, curled up in his arms. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her face buried in the crook of his neck, not daring to look up.

She has a great figure.

Her waist was slender and delicate, barely a handful. When she lay in his arms, the graceful curve of her body slid from her chest to her waist, and then from her waist to her side, rising and falling gracefully, like a meticulous painting drawn with the finest brush.

Her chest was full and firm, pressing against his chest through the fabric, rising and falling slightly with her breath, and the softness and warmth were transmitted through the thin material.

Her legs were long and straight, with a section of snow-white calves peeking out from under her skirt, gleaming with a warm, jade-like luster in the moonlight.

Zhu Zhuqing's skin was very white, not in a sickly pale way, but a moist, slightly pinkish white, like a freshly peeled lychee. She had a faint fragrance about her, not from cosmetics or perfume, but a very clean scent, the natural aroma of a young girl's body, mixed with the moonlight and the coolness of the night breeze, refreshing and pleasant.

Gu Linyuan carried her as they walked slowly along the lakeside path.

She didn't speak, but buried her face in the crook of his neck, her fingers gripping his clothes tightly until her knuckles turned white.

The night breeze rustled across the lake, the lotus leaves whispered, and the moonlight shattered on the ground.

No wonder some monarchs are always indulging in the pleasures of the land, knowing full well how much it depletes their yang energy, yet still willingly indulging in such pleasures.

With such beauty and scenery, who could bear to let go?

However, Gu Linyuan's body would not experience any depletion.

As the child of life, how could it be drained dry like this?

If Zhu Zhuqing and the others become gods, there might still be some possibility.

……

In the courtyard of Shrek Academy.

The moonlight was like water, but it couldn't dispel the chill that seeped into your bones.

When news of the arrest of the Golden Trio reached them, everyone turned pale.

Flander, Yu Xiaogang, and Liu Erlong all failed to escape, and their fates remain unknown.

Tang Hao returned alone.

The black robe was torn in several places.

His face beneath the mask was ashen, but his back remained straight and his steps steady, like a stone mountain that had been eroded by wind and rain for millions of years but had never collapsed.

Oscar slumped on the steps, still trembling, his crotch soaked with sweat; he couldn't tell how many times this had happened.

"I don't want to fight Gu Linyuan anymore... I'm quitting..."

"We can't beat him...we can't beat him..."

Oscar said absentmindedly. Watching Dai Mubai die right before his eyes, he was utterly terrified.

He feared that he would suffer the same fate as Dai Mubai, dying without a proper burial.

He didn't want to die. He was a genius with innate full soul power; his life could have been perfectly fulfilling. Even if he couldn't be with Ning Rongrong, he could still find a good woman to spend his remaining years with, thanks to his extraordinary talent.

Ma Hongjun huddled in a corner of the courtyard.

He was curled up, his face was deathly pale, his lips were blue, and his always lecherous eyes were filled with fear and a deep-seated resentment.

He lost the right to be a man.

Gu Linyuan ruined his life. He hated him to the core, but this hatred did not make him brave. Instead, it made him even more fearful.

Because he knew he would never have the power to take revenge.

Tang San stood in the center of the courtyard, the moonlight shining on him, casting a very long shadow.

He looked at his father, then at Tang Hao's face, which was mostly covered by a mask, and remained silent for a long time.

"I want to take Xiaowu away from here."

"Temporarily avoid the limelight."

Tang San spoke, his voice low and calm.

He had come to a complete understanding of the gap between himself and Gu Linyuan.

For the time being, he has no ability to provoke Gu Linyuan.

The most powerful hidden weapons he could create at the moment could not pose any threat to Gu Linyuan.

Unless, of course, he can transform the hidden weapon into a soul-guided weapon.

Only then can he close the gap with Gu Linyuan.

"You can't leave, mistress..."

Tang Hao shook his head.

Tang San froze, staring at his father in astonishment.

"We have no right to withdraw from this game."

Tang Hao's voice was hoarse and weary, yet a barely concealed excitement welled up within him. Ah Yin was still alive—this good news was enough to make...

Tang San raised his head.

"That veiled woman is Ah Yin. Even though she's wearing a veil and her whole demeanor has changed a lot, I can still sense it."

Tang Hao said seriously.

As soon as he finished speaking, gasps of surprise erupted from the audience.

Who is Ah Yin? She's the Blue Silver Emperor, a hundred thousand years old!

Moreover, didn't the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin sacrifice herself to Tang Hao back then?