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

Then it quickly bounced away, swaying gently in front of him, rippling out layers of fleshy waves.

Yue Qingge was stunned.

Looking at his blank expression, Ah Yin couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Its graceful and lively sound is like a wind chime gently swaying in the moonlight.

But the laughter stopped abruptly.

Because Yue Qingge had already taken the cherry blossom tip into her mouth.

His tongue gently brushed against the cherry blossom, and in that instant he felt the tiny cherry blossom fruit rapidly swell and turn into a rock in his mouth.

He sucked hard with his mouth, gently drawing out the warm, white liquid little by little.

"Hmm...."

Ah Yin's fingers touched his hair gently, her movements tender and soothing.

"Slow down," her voice was slightly hoarse, yet alluring nonetheless.

Nobody's going to take it from you.

Her gentleness, however, stirred up Yue Qingge's even stronger blood and qi.

He could feel the blood and energy surging within his body.

The farm tools were swelling and trembling.

The more you try to suppress it, the more turbulent it becomes.

Ah Yin noticed his unusual behavior.

The Blue Silver Emperor is born from the condensation of the essence of life in heaven and earth.

They have a profound understanding of everything related to life, including qi and blood, and life energy.

She noticed that Yue Qingge's surging blood and energy were slowly gathering at the farm tools.

It was scorching hot there, like a burning flame.

It's not that she doesn't understand; it's just some basic life instinct.

She took a deep breath and gently bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth.

Then, she started moving.

She directed a vine that cascaded down from her body, soft and flexible.

He gently swam to Yue Qingge's body and suddenly felt a chill.

The pants were torn.

The farm implement jumped out, its crown held high.

The top trembled slightly, like a spirit sword drawn from its sheath.

Yue Qingge froze, forgetting even to suck on the food in her mouth.

He instinctively tried to move his body, but was held in place by the blue silver vines.

Those seemingly slender vines contained the power of a Title Douluo, rendering him unable to move.

Don't move.

Chapter Seventeen Watering

Ah Yin's voice rang out above him, leaving no room for argument.

"Mom will help you expel the excess blood and qi from your body."

Otherwise... it will affect your health.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt Yue Qingge stop sucking.

Her expression darkened slightly, and her tone became more admonishing.

"How can a child be a picky eater?"

Her voice was still gentle, but this time it carried a hint of authority.

"You should eat more."

She reached out her arm and gently pressed the back of Yue Qingge's head, pinning him down on the cherry blossom fruit.

At this moment, she slowly reached out with her other hand.

Her palms were as white as jade, and her fingers were slender and smooth.

First, he gently touched the swollen farm implement.

In that instant, she felt the astonishing heat, so intense that her fingers twitched slightly.

But she did not take it back.

She took a deep breath and carefully wrapped the handle in her palm.

Then she got stuck.

She only knew that her baby's blood and energy were concentrated there, but she didn't know how to "disperse" it.

She held the red-hot object, unsure of what to do next.

Yue Qingge raised her head at just the right moment, a trace of milk stain still clinging to the corner of her mouth.

"Mom can try... going up and down," his voice was slightly hoarse and mixed with the scent of milk.

"And the very top, the crown, is quite sensitive. You can try...stroking it several times."

Upon hearing this, Ah Yin began to take action.

His fingers tightened slightly, enveloping the handle in his warm palm.

She looked nervous, and her movements were very careful, awkward, and clumsy.

First, it tentatively moved up and down a little.

In that instant, she felt the farm tool trembling in her palm and Yue Qingge's body suddenly tense up.

She then continued her actions.

One stroke, two strokes, and the movements gradually became more and more skillful.

The fair fingers completely enveloped the handle and then began to move it up and down.

Each swipe brought a tingling electric current that made Yue Qingge feel joyful.

She watched the farm tool tremble in her hands.

Looking at the glistening liquid overflowing from the top and the delicate...

Subtle changes in facial expression.

She wasn't stupid; she quickly mastered the technique.

At the same time, her other hand was pressing on the back of Yue Qingge's head, urging him to continue "eating properly."

Yue Qingge's nostrils brushed against the cherry blossom fruit, making a "sizzling" sound.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet moonlight, carrying a certain rhythm that made one blush and their heart race.

Then his hands started to wander.

It landed on another blue-silver snow rabbit, and the touch felt like a warm cloud.

He gently kneaded it, feeling the white jade change shape between his fingers.

I could feel the cherry blossoms at the tip of the tree gradually turning to stone.

Ah Yin trembled at the sudden movement, and she couldn't help but tilt her head back and let out a series of sounds.

"ah!

Her voice was melodious and lingering, with an uncontrollable tremor.

In the moment she was distracted, Yue Qingge just happened to put the cherry blossom fruit into her mouth and forcefully swallowed it.

The milky-scented elixir gushed from the top and fell straight into his throat.

Moreover, his attacks did not stop.

Blue silver snow rabbits spilled between his fingers, and white spiritual liquid dripped from the center.

It landed in his hands, brushed against his clothes, and filled the air with a rich milky scent.

"Baby...."

"Eat it properly, don't mess with the food..."

Ah Yin's voice trembled slightly, a stark contrast to her usual calm and gentle demeanor.

It was a hoarse voice, broken and raspy, with barely suppressed gasps.

However, the more alluring it becomes, the more captivating it becomes.

At the same time, it made Yue Qingge's blood and qi surge even more.

Ah Yin noticed the changes in his body.

The farm tool she held in her hand swelled up again, and the temperature from the veins in it rose once more.

An angry expression appeared on her face.

This little guy, why is he so disobedient now that he's grown up?

Little did she know that the source of all this was herself.

Her movements quickened.

The overflowing spiritual liquid at the top made her movements even smoother.

The sound resonated in their hearts like a rhythm.

Yue Qingge was not to be outdone.

He placed both his hands and the abyssal maw on the two blue silver snow rabbits.

One touches, one caresses, the scent of honey is sweet, and the mouth sucks.

Greedily scooping up the warm spiritual liquid, feeling it flow in my throat and transform into pure life energy.

The two began their final sprint; it was a battle to see who would fall first.

As Ah Yin's finger reached the tip, she keenly noticed the subtle change in Yue Qingge's facial expression.

At that moment, she found his weakness.

Her palms were covered in the overflowing spiritual liquid, which then landed perfectly on the crown.

Then she wrapped him up completely, letting him feel the warmth of her hands.

She started spinning rapidly from side to side.

The movements are fast and precise, with each rotation accurately rubbing the most sensitive spot.

Yue Qingge's forehead was covered in sweat.

An overwhelming sensation exploded in that spot, rushing straight to my brain.

He even released the cherry blossom he was holding in his mouth, letting the spiritual liquid gush out.

"Baby," Ah Yin's voice, though full of tenderness, was like the sharpest sword, piercing straight into his heart and dispelling everything.

Why are you trying so hard to suppress your qi and blood?

Her movements didn't stop; in fact, they became even faster.

"Too much...it will make you feel unwell,"

Her voice carried a mixture of heartache and a touch of indulgence.

Be good, listen to me... send everything out.

Yue Qingge could no longer hold back.

He took one last deep breath of the spiritual liquid, no longer suppressing himself.

He adjusted his position slightly.