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

Regardless, Yue Qingge charged upwards, the blow not heavy, yet it broke through the defenses and penetrated deep into the camp.

His farm implements reached the deepest point inside her body, causing a slight bulge to appear on her flat, smooth abdomen.

Her belly was bulging, hiding a secret she couldn't tell anyone.

Chapter 180 The Pride of the Two Ice and Snow Emperors

Yue Qingge grinned mischievously, pulling the little hand that was covering her eyes and placing her cool palms on the bulge. "Mommy, look! Your little tummy looks a little different." Bingdi blushed and scolded playfully, "Why didn't you just do it yourself? Why did you have to embarrass me?" Her voice was tinged with annoyance, though her eyebrows were furrowed, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and her pupils glistened with tears.

She said it, but her actions told a different story.

She placed her small hands on her bulging belly and rubbed it vigorously. Using both her palms and fingertips, she felt the movement beneath her snow-white skin; each rub caused it to jiggle slightly.

The farm tools inside became more active, constantly scraping against the jade disc deep inside, bringing bursts of joy.

For a moment, both of their bodies trembled slightly.

With the help of her soft hands, the icy cave was squeezed even more fiercely. The wrinkled, alluring flesh, like a disturbed swarm of ants, writh wildly, ravaging Yue Qingge's farm tools, from the crown to the handle, leaving no corner untouched.

A series of sticky sounds came from the point where the two were joined, "gurgling and squelching".

Yue Qingge defiantly challenged him again without any mercy.

He fiddled with the steamed buns on her hands, and two small mounds of snow rippled in his palms.

His fingers sank into that softness, the creamy texture overflowing between his fingers, making it hard to let go.

His movements suddenly quickened, and his large hand changed from "gripping" to "scooping up." His palm supported her entire back from below, his five fingers spread, steadily holding her in his palm.

He lifted her up into the air, holding her by the back.

Hyotei was momentarily dazed, her long, emerald-green hair cascading onto the ice bed.

She moved in sync with the rhythm of Yue Qingge's song, her lips moving as she played the most beautiful nursery rhyme in the world.

The nursery rhyme had no lyrics, only a melody of "hmm," "ah," "oh," and "ah." "Hmm...slower...it's a bit too fast..." Her voice carried a hint of pleading, but it was more of an invitation than a refusal.

One person was panting and saying, "No more, no more," but his hands were tightly wrapped around the other person's neck, refusing to let go for even a moment.

The cave has been completely melted by friction and increased heat.

Those solid ice blocks that had remained frozen for millennia were transformed into liquid by his repeated impacts.

The gurgling spring water kept gushing out from where the two were joined, making a "gurgling" sound, and it never seemed to run out.

Hyotei listened to her own enchanting melody, and an unprecedented intoxication appeared on her usually aloof face.

Then a scent mixed with the cool, refreshing aroma of her elixir wafted into their nostrils. She covered her flushed ears, pretending that if she couldn't hear it, she hadn't made a sound.

Seeing this, Yue Qingge simply bounced in the air.

The jolt wasn't large, but it was enough to render all of Hyotei's efforts futile. Her hands instinctively loosened their grip on her ears, instead tightly embracing Yue Qingge's neck, her entire weight resting on him. Because the two of them were supported entirely by farm tools.

As she was knocked to pieces, in order to maintain her balance, she could only obediently hug him, clinging to him like a sloth.

As Yue Qingge approached her final sprint, the massive farm implement violently smashed through all the tender flesh in the road.

The tender flesh that clung to him so tightly was torn apart like paper under his impact, offering no resistance whatsoever.

He charged forward relentlessly to the deepest part and pried open the cool barrier.

The most crucial door.

The moment the door was pried open, clumps of icy juice gushed out from the deepest part, pouring onto his head.

The extreme chill sent a shiver down his spine, making him feel numb all the way from his tailbone to the back of his head.

Yue Qingge sighed softly, "Bing'er's mother's room is tightly sealed and cool, which is perfect for cooling down."

Hyotei could no longer speak; her lips were half-open, her tongue peeking out from between her teeth, and all that came out of her throat were syllables like "ee-ya, ee-ya, ah-ah, oh-oh," playing the same broken melody over and over again.

Her voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet it was exactly the kind of voice Yue Qingge wanted to hear. It wasn't a response, but it surpassed a response; it wasn't a hymn, but it was the most genuine hymn. Suddenly, the sensitive flesh contracted sharply, all of it contracting simultaneously, tearing at Yue Qingge's farm implements together.

The temperature, which Yue Qingge had just gotten used to, dropped again. A cold front rushed in from all directions, startling him and causing his pupils to dilate slightly.

He could no longer hold back, and released the floodgates, sending out streams of scalding breath.

The scalding heat contrasted sharply with the sudden chill that descended within Hyotei's body.

That was a temperature that Hyotei had never experienced before.

Her dazed eyes were half-closed from the heat, her eyelashes trembling violently. Finally, Yue Qingge poured several streams of spiritual liquid into the icy cave before she could stop.

With each injection, Hyotei's belly would bulge slightly, and by the time he finally stopped, his flat, smooth abdomen had swollen into a full, rounded shape.

Yue Qingge held her close, savoring these last moments. The two were pressed together, without a single gap between them.

Hyotei slowly came to her senses from the clouds, first sensing her own body, then Yue Qingge's temperature, and finally her own stomach.

She reached out and touched her bulging little belly.

With just a gentle rub, her swollen belly couldn't take it anymore, and drops of floral dew overflowed from where the two were joined, flowing down her body.

Her eyes, which had just tasted the sweetness of pleasure, softened completely, no longer showing their previous sharpness.

The sharpness and coldness in his emerald eyes were gone, replaced by a soft tenderness.

She asked herself honestly: Do I regret it?

Her thoughts were in disarray, and she couldn't make sense of them. Various ideas were fighting in her mind, making it impossible for her to calm down.

But the words that slipped out came from her subconscious: "Would this allow me to give you a daughter?"

She looked into Yue Qingge's eyes and murmured to herself, her eyes devoid of any shyness.

Yue Qingge was momentarily dazed, and an image flashed through his mind. A more youthful Hyotei was lying in front of him, calling out "Papa" in a clear, sweet voice.

[Another taboo mother has been detected; loading panel]

【Name: Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion】

[Soul Power: Level 98]

[Development: Snow Rabbit (no), Cave (one time), Jade Hands and Feet (no), Abyss Pool (no), Flowers (no)]

Size: B-

【Characteristics: Like a beech leaf in flood, delicate yet firm; like solid ice, merciless; tender and penetrating to the bone】

[Review: The pride of the two Ice and Snow Emperors~]

He glanced at the panel instinctively, accepting everything in less than a breath. But he still sighed in the end: "Let's regenerate it later." As soon as he finished speaking, he pried open the ice surface adorned with blood plum blossoms. He carefully separated it from the ice surface with his soul power, forming an ice mirror of absolute zero, with wisps of poignant blood plum blossoms mixed on its surface.

Chapter 181 Father

Hyotei watched his entire movement, seeing his eyes shift from joy to silence, but she still caught that fleeting change.

She stood up and gently kissed the corner of his mouth.

The moment my lips touched yours, they were slightly cool.

Her movement to stand up was so large that the nectar that had been pulled out of the buds still clung to the point where the two were joined, and it swayed in the air before breaking off.

She didn't care anymore; she didn't even look down.

She simply clutched the hem of her robe, standing timidly before him, her emerald eyes filled with a hint of fear: "What...is there a problem?"

Yue Qingge reached out and pulled her closer, placing her palm on her slightly protruding belly and gently rubbing it: "Let's wait until later to have another baby. Right now... it's not very stable."

Hyotei took his hand and placed it on her heart. "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Her voice was soft yet carried a reassuring strength, "I won't go back first, I'll stay here with you."

In a flash, a glint of light appeared in her large eyes, and her lips curled up slightly, revealing a sly and playful smile: "Want a son... there are other ways." She deliberately kept him in suspense, tilting her head to look at him, waiting for him to ask on his own.

Yue Qingge couldn't help but worry, her brows furrowing slightly: "Don't do anything to hurt yourself."

Hyotei muttered to himself: If I really have to say something, it's that you're going to crush my shame all over again.

With her eyes lowered and her mind prepared, she uttered a phrase that Yue Qingge could hardly believe.

"dad…

Her lips trembled slightly as she uttered those two words.

Yue Qingge immediately put her arm around her shoulder: "What did you say?" "Dad."

She tilted her head, her bright blue eyes innocent and utterly adorable, truly like a child who knew nothing: "Just now, I felt very comfortable."

The system's voice broke the silence.

[Congratulations to the two of you for breaking the taboo of your relationship, which has made your bond even stronger. Then, the two returned from the sealed hall to the shattered space. It was as if nothing had changed, as if nothing had happened. But there was something new in Hyotei's eyes that she hadn't seen before. Hyotei didn't rush to change back into her clothes; after all, this was their private, enclosed space.]

No one will come in anyway; things have come to this point, and there's no need for it anymore. What if he still wants to just flip the lid and eat?

She thought to herself, a very faint smile appearing on her lips.

While suppressing the space with Bingdi, Yue Qingge secretly contacted Xuedi in her sea of ​​consciousness: "Xue, it's over now. Restart the space matrix."

Xue Di, standing outside, looked completely bewildered.

For the first time, a hint of confusion appeared on her usually blank and expressionless face.

What do you mean I just set things right and you're all better now? Bing'er was so easily won over by her younger brother?

Although she didn't understand, she still followed Yue Qingge's instructions. With the combined efforts of the three, the space gradually calmed down.

The broken cracks slowly closed, the surging fluorescence dissipated layer by layer, and the torn clouds regrouped.

Yue Qingge and Bingdi successfully arrived at the room.

Hyotei jogged towards the soft couch, her long, emerald-green hair fluttering behind her. When she reached the bed, she jumped up and settled comfortably in the soft fabric behind her, limbs outstretched, her whole body sinking into the brocade bedding.

"worn out……"

She mumbled something, her voice muffled and indistinct beneath the pillow. She was exhausted after a long day; finally, she could rest. Seeing this, Yue Qingge reached out to her, brushed aside the stray hairs on her forehead with her fingertips, revealing her smooth brow, and then gently placed her lips on the corner of her mouth. A fleeting touch.

"Bing'er, shall we say goodnight?"

"I'll go ask Xue Di what's going on so she can rest assured." Bing Di was too weak to move; the physical exhaustion combined with the mental shock had made her drowsy.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and under Yue Qingge's soothing touch, her breathing became more and more even.

She soon drifted off to sleep.

Her long, emerald-green hair was scattered on the pillow, and a faint smile lingered on her lips, as if she were dreaming of something beautiful.

Yue Qingge gave her one last look and tiptoed out of the room. Xue Di was already waiting nearby, leaning against a pillar, her long white dress fluttering gently.

Those empty, icy eyes fell on Yue Qingge, filled with inquiry. "What happened between you two? How did it happen so quickly?"

Yue Qingge reached under Xue Di's legs with her arms and wrapped her other arm around her waist and back, lifting her up in her arms.

Xue Di's body felt as light as a feather in his arms, yet carried a heavy, cool sensation.

"It might be a sudden realization."

He carried her and walked towards another room. On the other side.

Qian Daoliu stood silently in mourning beneath the statue of the angel god.

On the ruins of the Spirit Hall, the remaining angel statue stood alone, its wings broken in half.

Qian Daoliu knelt before the statue, his hands clasped on his knees, his back ramrod straight. He did not pray; in his bloodshot, aged eyes, there was no piety toward the gods, no expectation for the future, only a deathly darkness.

The pervasive rage completely consumed his aura, like a wild beast lurking within him, gnawing away at his remaining sanity.

Then a glint flashed in his eyes, brief yet sharp. He thought of that guy's most precious descendant, who had also been killed. Add to that the opportunity to become a god, and who could remain indifferent? A cold smile crept onto Qian Daoliu's lips.

In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished silently from the Hall of Worship. The collapse of the Spirit Hall spread like wildfire, without any need for publicity. The news spread across the continent like a plague, and in just one night, those who wanted a share of the spoils hesitated to act due to Qian Daoliu's imposing presence. Some said the Spirit Hall had been punished by heaven, others said powerful figures had perished in the night battle, and still others said it was the work of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, with its premeditated schemes, has already swallowed up most of the Clear Sky School's assets. Coupled with the Clear Sky School's sudden closure and seclusion, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is beginning to show signs of becoming the number one sect in the world.

Ning Fengzhi stood at the top of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, looking down at the brightly lit sect, holding a warm teacup in his hand, a faint smile on his lips.

My gaze shifted.

Yue Qingge had already taken Xue Di into her arms and sat down in bed.

Thick brocade covered the soft couch. He gently placed Xue Di on the couch, and her body instantly sank into it.

He took her soft, boneless hand, pressed it against his cheek, and tilted his head to feel her warmth.

Yue Qingge spoke to herself, "Would Xue'er be willing to be my mother?"

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