Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

Qian Renxue's voice was unusually calm, which made Bai Chenxiang feel a sense of fear for no reason.

"where is your house?"

Bai Chenxiang stammered for a long time. She lowered her head, staring at her toes; a small white flower was embroidered on the toe of her newly changed embroidered shoes…

Amidst her racing thoughts, she tried to avoid Qian Renxue's persistent questioning.

She finally managed to squeeze out three words: "I...I don't know." Qian Renxue looked at Bai Chenxiang like this, and a rare hint of annoyance appeared in her usually calm eyes.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and her small fists clenched unconsciously. "We said we'd help you get home."

Her voice remained calm, but something weighed on that calm: "But we don't know your address, so how can we deliver it?"

Bai Chenxiang didn't dare to reply; she just kept her head down. Just then, the door was pushed open.

Yue Qingge reappeared at the door. He heard Qian Renxue's words. His voice wasn't loud, but it was just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

"I heard..."

He strolled in slowly, the hem of his black robe sweeping lightly across the ground. "Bai He has been searching frantically for a certain little fellow." He stopped in front of Bai Chenxiang, leaned down slightly, and looked at her downcast face.

"Your hair turned white overnight." Bai Chenxiang's body trembled violently.

In that instant, she could no longer care about her composure or fear. She stepped forward and grabbed Yue Qingge's arm tightly with both hands.

She gently shook his arm, her voice filled with a cautious pleading. "Really...really won't harm my people?" She had witnessed that man's strength firsthand. That night, the moonlight was as dark as ink. The black-robed figure stood in the darkness, the ninth soul ring behind him shrouded in crimson light; the mere presence of that aura was enough to immobilize her.

Then she was picked up like a chick and locked in the basement. She didn't even see a soul on the street before she was arrested in an instant.

She was afraid that the person was always with him.

Yue Qingge looked slightly helplessly at her pale purple eyes, which were still filled with unease, and gently tapped her forehead with her palm.

“We’re in this together.” He said with a hint of helplessness. “Of course I’ll consider your feelings.”

Bai Chenxiang covered her forehead where she had been hit, tears still glistening in her eyes, but she no longer seemed as terrified as before.

She bit her lower lip and hesitated for a moment before slowly revealing the family's hidden location.

"In...in the wooded mountains on the outskirts of Lord City."

She timidly raised her little finger and pointed in one direction, "It's over there."

Yue Qingge looked in the direction she was pointing. In the distance outside the window, a hazy mountain mist shrouded the entire mountain range, making it appear and disappear.

He turned his head and stared at Bai Chenxiang, his tone drawn out and strange: "Shall we leave now? Let me go see my future grandfather?" His eyes, full of mockery, stared straight at her.

Bai Chenxiang's face instantly lit up with his gaze. She lowered her eyes and stared at her toes, not daring to look up at him.

"Ha ha--"

Yue Qingge's hearty laughter burst forth from his chest, echoing throughout the room. He walked out laughing, his figure disappearing beyond the door frame.

Qian Renxue smiled and shook her head, leading Bai Chenxiang out of the room. "Shall we set off now?"

Yue Qingge stood in front of the inn, gazing absently at the sunset. Hearing Qian Renxue's voice, he turned around.

The moment his gaze fell on her face, he nodded, then raised his hand and took out the sedan chair.

This time, the sedan chair crash was different from the usual one.

The car is entirely silver-white, and the changes to its exterior are not significant.

It retains the same understated and restrained design, with only some subtle silver patterns at the edges. But once you step inside, you'll discover the wonders within.

It's no longer that cramped and narrow space.

Instead, there are two corresponding independent spaces, each the size of a normal room.

The room was fully furnished with a bed, tables and chairs, a dressing table, and even an exquisite tea table with a set of white jade tea utensils.

Do whatever you want.

Qian Renxue stepped inside, and looking at the empty space before her, her brows furrowed slightly.

Her gaze swept between the two separate spaces, then turned to Yue Qingge: "Your space creation... can be done to this extent?"

No.

Yue Qingge shrugged: "Isn't it because my master has already inherited the Rakshasa Godhood, so she naturally created a space? Can't the Angel God do it too?"

He paused, silently adding to himself: Although this worldview is rather flawed, it's just creating a small space; it's not a big deal. However, he didn't say this aloud.

His gaze fell on Bai Chenxiang, and he took her small hand.

Bai Chenxiang stiffened slightly, but did not break free, letting him lead her to one of the rooms.

She kept her head down, so her expression was obscured, only the tips of her ears were visible. Before stepping through the gate of light, Yue Qingge took a moment to turn back and give Qian Renxue a meaningful look.

Qian Renxue glanced at it once and then turned her face away, but she couldn't help but smile.

The two passed through the portal of light. Yue Qingge released Bai Chenxiang's hand and pointed to the center of the room.

Chapter 142 A Touch of Red Makeup

There was a soft couch there, with a brocade quilt neatly folded and pillows embroidered with twin lotus flowers.

"Okay, now you can lie down."

Bai Chenxiang's face suddenly turned red. Although she didn't quite understand what Yue Qingge was going to do, what was the difference between "lying down" and "going to bed"?

The previous scene involuntarily surfaced in her mind, and she tiptoed to the soft couch.

She carefully sat down, the quilt denting slightly under her weight. Her small hands were tightly clasped in front of her, her ten fingers interlaced, protecting her delicate body.

"You...you shouldn't go—" Her words trailed off, because Yue Qingge had already turned around. "Huh?"

Bai Chenxiang was stunned, staring at Yue Qingge's retreating figure with some confusion. He walked away decisively, without pausing for a moment, and without even glancing back.

The figure paused for a moment in front of the light gate, then turned around when he heard her question, his gaze falling on her as he scrutinized her from head to toe.

"You're like a bean sprout, you're not fully grown yet." The tone carried a hint of disdain and a touch of teasing.

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickened his pace, stepped through the portal, and slammed the door shut behind him. With a click, the lock clicked shut.

Bai Chenxiang stared blankly at the tightly closed door.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Finally, she belatedly breathed a sigh of relief.

After leaving the room, Yue Qingge went straight to another room. The door closed silently behind her, and when she looked up, she stopped in her tracks.

Qian Renxue sat in front of the glass mirror.

She had changed into a red dress without her noticing.

Red enveloped her exquisite figure, its sheen shimmering like silk under the soft light. She faced the mirror, a tube of rouge in her hand, leaning slightly forward to delicately apply it to her lips. Her movements were deliberate and measured as she completed a crucial task. Her profile was reflected in the mirror: eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn waters, and red lips gradually taking on color, like a flower slowly blooming.

Hearing Yue Qingge's footsteps, she didn't turn around, but asked in a muffled voice, "Why are you back so soon? I haven't... I haven't finished yet."

Yue Qingge stood at the door, gazing at the red figure, unable to calm down for a long time.

Qian Renxue's back was straight, and her slender waist was tightly bound by a red ribbon, creating a breathtaking curve.

He could feel that he could easily wrap his arms around her slender waist and pull her into his embrace with just one hand.

Above her was her graceful figure, her red wedding dress embroidered with exquisite patterns, yet it couldn't conceal her stunning silhouette.

The sight of slender branches laden with abundant fruit is captivating. Below that are a pair of straight, long legs.

The stool by the dressing mirror was very long, and her legs could easily touch the ground.

Her fair and smooth skin appeared even more radiant against the backdrop of the red skirt, like the finest mutton-fat jade wrapped in red silk, appearing and disappearing, inspiring endless reverie.

He didn't go over immediately, but leaned against the door, his gaze lingering on the red figure for a moment before he asked curiously, "Why are you dressed so formally?"

Qian Renxue didn't turn her head, still pursing her lips in front of the mirror, applying the red ointment little by little to her lips.

After a moment, she answered, "I have no family."

She paused briefly while applying the rouge in her hand, then continued.

"Oh, no, that unapproachable angel is only one, but there's basically no connection between them."

"So I want a home."

She finally put down the rouge, raised her eyes, and looked at herself in the mirror. The woman in the mirror had fiery red lips and eyes as alluring as wine.

"A home with you and me."

Yue Qingge quickened her pace as she approached her, her fingers resting on the edge of the chair back: "You can tell me about this. I'll give you a grand wedding."

Qian Renxue didn't show any surprise or excitement. She simply turned her head slightly, smacked her lips, and gave him a strange look.

"oh--"

Her voice trailed off, “Then with your fellow disciples, your master, your mother, your captives?...together?” Each “your” was followed by a pause, each one striking Yue Qingge’s heart like a hammer blow.

Yue Qingge listened but couldn't answer for a moment. Seeing this, Qian Renxue slowly stood up.

Her long, slender legs were faintly visible through her red dress, and in the blink of an eye, she was standing beside him.

She personally designed and altered her wedding dress. It wasn't the traditional, layered, and complicated style, but rather featured many ingenious modifications.

There seems to be some kind of mechanism at the hem of the skirt; with just a gentle flip, one can enjoy the view hidden beneath.

Their faces slowly drew closer.

Qian Renxue tiptoed slightly and placed her hands on Yue Qingge's shoulders. Her breath touched his lips, and the delicate fragrance of orchids surrounded their noses.

Her eyes met his, and in those pupils that shone with a divine light, there was only him in them.

"Give me one chance, to have you all to myself—can you?" Her eyelashes trembled slightly. "Just you and me." Yue Qingge's gaze gradually hardened from her reverie.

Looking at my own face reflected in those eyes, and the expectation hidden in those eyes.

"it is good."

There was only one word. Exhausted effort.

The next moment, Yue Qingge pulled her hand, palm to palm, and their fingers slowly intertwined.

He was about to bow down, preparing to perform the prayer.

But suddenly Qian Renxue's fingers gripped his tightly, pulling him back. Yue Qingge looked up in confusion, meeting her gaze.

Qian Renxue shook her head, her red lips slightly parted: "No need for those complicated things." She closed her eyes.

With her head held high and chin slightly raised, she revealed a section of her fair, jade-like neck.

Her lips were slightly pouting, like a flower bud waiting to bloom, as if waiting for something.

"Kiss me."

With just two words, Yue Qingge instantly wrapped his arms around Qian Renxue's head from behind. His palm covered the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair, turning her towards him.

Then he kissed the corner of his mouth.

The moment the collision was successful, Qian Renxue had already taken the lead.

Her letter took the initiative, like a soft sword drawn from its sheath, heading straight for Yue Qingge.

She didn't give him any time to react and pried it open directly.

The serpent coiled its tongue, sucking and moistening the wound repeatedly, as if trying to draw out the very soul.

The two clung together, intimately close, their breaths mingling. Yue Qingge felt something soft and fragrant. There was also a slight itch. It was that subtle tingling, like a feather gently brushing against his heart, making him even more intoxicated and lost in the moment.

His breathing became heavy, her head held even tighter, and she began a fierce counterattack.

Under his fierce attack, Qian Renxue's warm cavity was severely breached.

His tongue swept across her pearly teeth, crushed her serpentine tongue, curled around her tongue tip, and swallowed her inch by inch.

The two were now locked in a stalemate, with Yue Qingge pressing forward relentlessly while Qian Renxue retreated step by step. Her slender waist bent backward under his pressure, forming a breathtaking arc.

Extremely soft, extremely resilient.

She seemed boneless, effortlessly welcoming each of his attacks.

Chapter 143 Soaked

Her body bent and twisted in his arms.

Yue Qingge's hand slid down from the back of her head, moving downwards to both sides of her slender waist.

His palms were placed on her sides, his thumbs on her softest spot, and then he suddenly lifted her up.