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

She nodded, lifted herself up a little from him, and began to straighten her disheveled cheongsam.

Then he moved his position down half an inch.

She hesitated for a moment, then grasped the belt at Yue Qingge's waistband. With a gentle pull, the swollen farm implement broke free and leaped into Hyotei's palm. She lowered her eyes and held her breath for a moment, her fingers moving slowly, her fingertips gently tracing the grotesque outline.

"You want a mom... how do you add that?"

Yue Qingge was somewhat overwhelmed by her rapid change. His gaze fell on her face, then involuntarily slid down. The cheongsam had completely come undone, revealing her entire snow-white, slender leg. And in the very center of her secret place, the pubic mark was faintly visible through the silk. Its slightly raised shape was round and full.

Yue Qingge's gaze lingered there, and in a moment of distraction, she blurted out, "Use Mom's... firm shin trimmer."

Hyotei glanced at him, turned her head slightly, and muttered under her breath, "What a... pervert."

However, since she had made the choice, she naturally had no reason to resist and cooperated by adjusting her posture.

Xiao Zheng Gu moved forward a bit, leaned back slightly, and placed his hands on Yue Qing Ge's lower abdomen, steadily shifting his weight onto him.

She bent her knees, lifting her small, delicate feet slightly. Because her legs were a little short, her tiny toes just dangled above Yue Qingge's face.

Chapter 178

The softest part of the inside of her shin was perfectly positioned to hold the massive farm implement. With a slight exertion, the soft flesh on her inside tightened, completely burying the farm implement in her snow-white crevice.

From the outside, only the hideous outline could be seen faintly visible against the white skin.

Faced with Hyotei's sudden attack, Yue Qingge grabbed the ice cream hanging above her cheek.

A crisp, refreshing scent filled my nostrils; there was no unpleasant odor, only a faint, icy fragrance.

Yue Qingge slightly opened her mouth, extended her tongue, and gently stroked the softest part of the center of the ice cream's arch.

In that instant, Hyotei's small body trembled violently, and half of her body went limp. Her hands, which were supporting Yue Qingge's lower abdomen, almost gave way, and slumped down, gripping the farm tool even tighter.

The ice cream that was "attacked" curled up slightly in the moonlight singer's voice, its toes curling up gently, and a faint pink tinge appeared on its toes.

Why isn't Mom moving?

Yue Qingge, still not sensing the next step, couldn't help but ask, "So... how do we add the crispy filling?" Yue Qingge's question made Bingdi blush. She couldn't very well say she didn't know, could she?

She, the Ice Emperor, one of the three great kings of the far north, a peerless ferocious beast with 400,000 years of cultivation, and the supreme being of the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion clan, was stumped by a small "shin clipping farm tool".

Hyotei's lips were pressed tightly together, and his gaze darted back and forth between Yue Qingge and his own slender shin.

He then began to act, initially just tentatively rubbing up and down, before the soft flesh on the inside of his shin was crushed by the farm tool.

As luck would have it, it just so happened to have crushed Yue Qingge's most sensitive spot. In that instant, the corners of Yue Qingge's eyes suddenly curved upwards, her brows furrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth moved gently.

Seeing Yue Qingge's rapid breathing, she instantly understood. So that's how it is; this is nothing for me.

Her gaze fell on the farm tool again, and a strange sense of accomplishment welled up in her heart.

"Dare to look down on your mother?"

A slow, smug smile crept onto her lips, her voice laced with smugness. "You're asking for it!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the speed at which those plump, slender necks rubbed suddenly increased. The snow-white skin rubbed rapidly against the farm tools, producing a soft sound.

At the same time, the ice cream that Yue Qingge had been holding earlier was not idle either, and it was being pelted onto Yue Qingge's face like raindrops.

The arch of his foot fits perfectly against his cheek, and his toes occasionally brush against the bridge of his nose and brow bone.

"Do you still dare to look down on your mother? Hmm?"

Hyotei increased her speed while looking down at him, her voice slightly breathless.

Yue Qingge cooperated by begging for mercy, "Stop stepping on it! Stop stepping on it!" His voice was broken by the ice cream that was falling on his face, "I'm being killed by the smell, I'm really being killed by the smell!"

His brows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of his eyes were curved, making it difficult to discern whether it was pain or pleasure—perhaps a combination of both.

Seeing his "sincere" attitude, Hyotei slowed down.

Those long, slender legs slowed down from the high-speed rubbing motion and turned into a powerful crushing motion.

Hyotei looked down at the farm tool that was trapped between his thighs.

Seeing the bright red, glistening crown at the top, I inexplicably placed my little hand on it.

The icy cold and the fiery hot collided violently in an instant.

Yue Qingge felt the sudden stimulation, and a suppressed sound escaped from his throat.

Hyotei looked at his reaction with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Suddenly, Yue Qingge pinched her drum.

"Mom, wrap it up carefully... there."

He looked at Hyotei's clumsy movements and became somewhat anxious, finally letting out a low "sigh".

He decisively pulled himself out from the pale crevice of Hyotei. The ethereal voice once again descended from the dome:

The task has been changed because the mother failed to make the child feel comfortable.

[Restrict all actions of Mother Hyotei]

[All control and entrustment rights are transferred to the child, Yue Qingge.] Before Bingdi could react, a golden stream of light precisely entered her body.

The flowing light sealed her soul power layer by layer.

She could feel the immense cultivation she had accumulated over 400,000 years within her gradually subsiding under the restraints. Her body went limp, and she lay on her side on the ice bed. She looked at Yue Qingge, her eyes filled with astonishment at what she was seeing.

At the same time, a golden phantom appeared out of thin air in Yue Qingge's sea of ​​consciousness.

She bounced around in Yue Qingge's mind twice, hands on her hips, her little face full of "Praise me, praise me!" expressions.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?"

Her voice echoed in Yue Qingge's mind, tinged with a hint of self-satisfaction, "You...you're praising me?"

Yue Qingge looked at the smug little guy in her sea of ​​consciousness and smiled slightly.

"Hmm, the system is awesome."

He subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to rub her, but his palm passed straight through the golden phantom and didn't touch anything.

The air fell silent for a moment before the system quickly tried to salvage the awkward situation, "Damn host, hurry up and finish the mission!" As soon as it finished speaking, the golden phantom disappeared, and all senses were cut off at the same time.

Yue Qingge was momentarily dazed before his consciousness returned to the ice bed.

Hyotei lay sprawled on the ice bed, half-covered, when he grabbed Hyotei's two slender ankles.

Then Yue Qingge lifted her slender legs upwards.

As you rise, the mysterious spring hidden deep within slowly reveals itself in the air.

Two thin lips gently enveloped the secret garden that no one had ever seen before, its color a pale pink, like a flower bud yet to bloom.

Her lips were slightly closed, leaving only a thin gap in the middle, through which a hint of warmth could be seen.

Yue Qingge continued to rise until she formed an almost right angle with her body.

Shame crept up her cheeks as she lay on the ice bed, her shinbone raised high, exposing her most sacred parts.

Yue Qingge's gaze passed between her raised slender legs and landed on the pink spring that was enveloped by two thin lips.

Then he placed his farm tools in that tender middle.

Above the two thin lips, in the warm crevice enveloped by soft flesh, Yue Qingge didn't enter directly; he was waiting for an unexpected, gentle touch. He simply placed the farming tool there and began controlling the angle of the Hyotei shin trimmer.

His raised shinbone, under his control, made his farm implements roll round and round in the ditch.

Seeing his reaction, Hyotei wisely shut her mouth, swallowing back the words that were about to escape her lips: "Let me go!" and "What are you going to do?"

Her gaze fell on Yue Qingge's face, which was slightly narrowed, as she watched his brows relax and his breathing become heavier.

She also felt her senses becoming increasingly intense.

Chapter 179 Melting!

Each time it rolls over, a small burst of electricity explodes from the touched spot, traveling along the nerve endings throughout the body.

Then, during one of their intimate moments, Yue Qingge shifted her angle slightly. The tip of her penis precisely grazed the gap between those thin lips, just barely missing the tiny bell hidden deep within, its tip just beginning to peek out. In that instant, Hyotei's mind went blank. A feeling she had never experienced before surged forth from nowhere.

A tingling, electric current exploded from that point, shattering all her thoughts.

Her consciousness seemed to have been ripped from her body; her mouth opened slightly, and her lips twitched.

A soft moan escaped from deep within her throat, making even herself blush. "Ah—ha..."

The voice was soft and gentle, with a sweetness she herself had never heard before. It lingered for a moment before she abruptly cut it off. Yue Qingge stared curiously; Hyotei's face was completely red. Overwhelmed with shame, she curled up on the ice bed, not even sparing her toes. Hyotei had actually made such a sound.

Hyotei's eyelashes trembled, but she still dared not open her eyes.

She was afraid that if she opened her eyes, she would meet Yue Qingge's smiling eyes and see her current appearance reflected in them.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, and a glistening tear clung to the corner of her mouth. Just imagining that scene made her feel like she was burning up. The coolness of the ice bed seeped into her snow-white skin, but it couldn't extinguish the ever-growing fire within her.

Finally, she opened her eyes, and Yue Qingge stared intently at her.

Hyotei quickly turned her face away, letting out a helpless murmur, "Don't look."

Yue Qingge looked at her flushed face and remained silent.

Her usually cold face was now flushed. Her small breasts rose and fell gently with her breath. Hyotei blinked in confusion and stretched out her slender fingers.

She gently scraped his crown with her fingertip, slowly tracing the sharp groove: "What are you thinking about?"

Yue Qingge looked over Xiu Jing's face and said, "Mom, I want to go in." A look of annoyance appeared on Bingdi's face, and her green eyes glared at him reproachfully: "I've cooperated with you so much, and you still can't make all the decisions?"

Her coquettish tone, seemingly knowing the answer already, made Yue Qingge's heart skip a beat. Although she had never experienced anything like this, she instinctively understood a little. Those instincts about reproduction and propagation, etched into the bones of females, don't need to be learned or taught; they will naturally surface when the time is right.

Yue Qingge's lips gently landed on her ankle.

When it was applied, Hyotei's toes instinctively curled up, and the muscles in his calves tensed slightly.

Then he used farm tools to separate her thin, cold lips.

His tip pressed against the crevice, gently scraping it, sliding from left to right, from right to left, teasing the half-closed door with its grooves.

During the collision, he suddenly changed his angle.

Instead of lingering at the door, it lowered slightly, aiming at the softest entrance.

She darted in like a rainbow, shattering her fragile barrier. For a fleeting moment, Hyotei's brow furrowed slightly, but only for a breath before relaxing, replaced by a complex expression. Thin, delicate red plum blossoms bloomed at their point of connection, like unyielding longing, each drop falling onto the crystal-clear ice, adorning a poignant and meticulously crafted masterpiece.

Yue Qingge looked at Bingdi's strange expression. There was neither pain nor joy on his face, but something in between.

With a cautious and concerned tone, he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Did you hurt Mommy?"

Hyotei shook their head.

Her long, turquoise hair swayed behind her head. "It's nothing."

"It just feels a little strange, not the kind of pain you get from a superficial wound, but rather..."

She paused, as if considering her words, and a sense of satisfaction she had never felt before appeared in her blue eyes.

"It filled all the loneliness and anxiety I've had for thousands of years." Her voice trembled slightly. "It's an indescribable feeling." Seeing the worry in Yue Qingge's eyes, she thought of swaying her body to create more sparks between them.

Her slender waist began to sway gently, not too much, but enough to make the farm implement deeply embedded in her body sway slightly, rubbing against the tender flesh inside her that had never been touched before.

Her idea was beautiful, but her fragile nerves destroyed her first. Her body was too sensitive, frozen for ten thousand years, silent for ten thousand years, untouched by anyone for ten thousand years.

The tranquility of the ice was broken, and every inch of her snowy skin was filled with longing. Every breath Yue Qingge took as it brushed against her was filled with indescribable excitement; how could her sensitive, alluring flesh withstand his nibbling?

Her thin, cool lips gripped him tightly, like a never-satisfied little mouth, sucking and opening, making a blush-inducing "gurgling" sound.

The dense, alluring flesh surged up from all directions, wrapping around and squeezing the scalding hot farm tools, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

Yue Qingge mustered all her strength and slowly advanced along the icy road. The road was narrow and tight, and it was a canyon that had been frozen for thousands of years, with glistening icicles hanging from the cliffs on both sides.

His farm tools, burning hot, were driven inch by inch into the depths of the canyon, where no one had ever set foot before.

Hyotei's body is melting.

Under his scalding heat, from the edge where his farm tools touched her tender flesh, it melted little by little into water.

The spring water, carrying her fragrance and tinged with the scent of blood-red plum blossoms, flowed gently, dripping onto the crystal-clear ice surface. She could no longer suppress a smile.

A soft moan escaped her lips, carrying a sense of unrestrained pleasure: "Wait... Ah... Oh!"

The sound echoed under the dome, weaving together to create an incredibly moving symphony.

Yue Qingge gave her no chance to react; his farm tools were embedded in her icy cave, propelling him forward.

The cave was deep and narrow, and he had to exert all his strength to move forward, just like a person trekking through waist-deep snow, having to pull his legs out of the snow with each step before stepping deep into it.

But he still put her two short legs down.

In that instant, Hyotei's slender legs instinctively wrapped around his back, their ankles gripping his waist and completely blocking his escape route.