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

Bibi Dong endured the pain, her brows furrowed tightly.

Her nails dug deep into her palms, and she clenched her teeth, silently letting the farm tool pierce through that barrier of purity.

Drops of blood-red plum blossoms slid down from Butterfly Spirit Valley, staining the brocade and turning into shocking shadows.

Yue Qingge was not overwhelmed by desire. He knew his own strength and only shattered the barrier before slowly withdrawing, afraid that he could not withstand the impact.

Just as he stepped back, a pair of slender hands grabbed him, preventing him from retreating any further.

Bibi Dong shook her head, her pale lips curving slightly.

"Hmm... Phew, don't worry."

"Mom doesn't feel pain."

Yue Qingge nodded, no longer acting rashly. He gently rubbed the butterfly's wings on both sides, grinding them little by little, to help her gradually get used to it.

After experiencing one tide, Bibi Dong's body became more agile than before.

Every inch of her skin felt electrified, and every touch he made her tremble slightly.

The little bell that had been hidden, held between the butterfly's wings, was now fully revealed.

Like a ripe fruit, it hangs trembling on the branch, waiting to be picked.

Yue Qingge's lips curled up slightly.

He aimed his farm tool at the small bell and began to gently rub it.

With each stroke, I could feel Bibi Dong's neck tremble.

Her slender waist arched involuntarily, and the muscles on the inside of the armrests tightened suddenly, causing her toes to curl.

The soft sounds that had been uttering at the corners of her mouth could no longer be suppressed and spilled out one after another.

"Ah... Ha!!"

She was breathing heavily, her body heaving violently, her pair of snow rabbits swaying wildly in the air, tracing dizzying arcs.

She seemed completely exhausted, greedily absorbing oxygen from the outside world, each breath trembling.

Yue Qingge noticed that the Butterfly Spirit Valley was completely soaked and overflowing.

His heart sank, and he began to carefully cultivate the newly formed land.

"Pfft."

Chapter 41 Tides Deep Within Butterfly Valley

They fell into it again, this time bringing up a series of splashes that landed on them, warm and sticky.

The farm tools smashed through the obstacles on both sides of the road to an extremely exaggerated degree.

The spirit valley was knocked transparent and shiny, tightly enveloping him, fitting him perfectly.

His emotions began to fluctuate.

They continuously cultivated the Butterfly Valley, each time bringing forth even more tides.

Bibi Dong's pupils slowly blurred, and she could only vaguely watch Yue Qingge push her to the crest of the wave again and again, and then gently let her fall.

She trembled incessantly, like a willow branch in the wind, while the snow rabbit in front of her never stopped, swaying wildly in the air, drawing a dizzying white arc.

The two tips of the dogwood berries were already as red as blood, delicate and vibrant, trembling slightly in the air.

We eagerly await Yue Qingge's arrival to taste it.

After a powerful blow, the farm tool had completely broken through the outer barriers and reached the innermost part of the Palace of the Red Spider Lily.

Begin slowly grinding and turning, gently withdrawing a little, and then advancing again.

It's like constantly knocking on a tightly closed door.

Each question caused a spasm.

He was comfortable, but Bibi Dong suffered.

Each heavy blow was difficult to resist; his eyes began to turn slightly white, and his pupils became unfocused.

Her hands could no longer be placed on him to wipe his sweat as before.

He had lost all his strength and lay limply at his side, swaying weakly with his movements.

Her lips parted slightly, and spiritual liquid overflowed from the corners of her mouth, sliding down her cheeks and staining the brocade beneath her.

Her consciousness had drifted to the ends of the earth, leaving only the most sluggish reactions.

Each impact produced a faint, fragmented sound.

The Ice God Palace was so quiet that only the two of them remained.

The sounds intertwined, composing a soaring melody.

"I love you mom."

"Ha...ha..." Bibi Dong exhaled with difficulty, flying up and down, leaving streaks of patterns on her snow rabbits.

Upon hearing Yue Qingge's words, a strange expression appeared on her face, as if she wanted to laugh at him at the same time.

"When doing... this kind of thing..." her voice trailed off.

But she still mustered all her strength and finished in one breath, "You're not allowed to... say such things!"

Yue Qingge looked down at her.

Those purple eyes were clearly completely glazed over, yet she still insisted on adopting a motherly lecturing posture.

With her lips pursed and brows furrowed, she didn't even bother to even out her breathing before rushing to reprimand him.

He smiled slightly but did not refute.

No matter what... we love you.

As she said those words, her voice suddenly softened.

He landed even lower, his gaze falling on the pair of lively snow rabbits in front of her.

Their breathing rose and fell with their rapid, labored breaths, and they swayed unsteadily.

The tips were already ripe and flushed crimson, and Yue Qingge's breath became hot.

Supporting her on one side, and with the other hand propped up beside her ear, he slowly lowered her down.

It caught the tip of the needle.

Gently glide the dogwood leaves over your nose, hold them in your mouth again, and savor them slowly.

At the same time, he was also slowly descending.

The farm tools, already poised and ready, broke through layer upon layer of barriers.

Each stroke felt like tearing open a piece of fine silk.

Tightly controlled, not confidential.

It was accompanied by a series of terrifying obstacles.

He could feel those fair flesh being knocked away one by one.

Falling into the deepest part of the merged gate of the Other Shore Flower Palace.

"Baby...slow down...ah!!!"

Bibi Dong suddenly rose in pitch, her voice breaking into fragments at the end.

The entanglement of the nookuriki.

The impact of the Palace of the Other Shore Flower erupted simultaneously.

Two extreme currents converge and collide.

It instantly engulfed him, his body arched again, and then he swayed and fell down.

Immediately afterwards, the walls that had come to life began to shrink back frantically, squeezing in from all sides to crush the intruder and leave him inside forever.

A tidal wave of spiritual liquid surged from the very core, completely eroding Yue Qingge.

Bibi Dong's eyes were shrouded in an invisible mist, her pupils flickering between light and darkness.

It was still shaking uncontrollably, each piece trembling slightly.

For the first time, I felt so unfamiliar with my own body.

Is that trembling, convulsing body really hers?

Her consciousness was completely submerged by the tide. She struggled to float to the surface, but each time she touched the water, she was pushed back by a new wave.

Yue Qingge's face appeared both near and far in her field of vision.

She tried to raise her arm to touch his face, but she couldn't lift it.

"Baby.....

A murmur escaped her lips, and the next moment, she saw Yue Qingge lower her head again.

The snow rabbit landed on the ground in front of her, covering the dogwood once more. Each stroke felt like a gentle scratch on her heart.

It's a kind of tingling numbness that's more intoxicating than pain, gathering little by little before exploding out with a bang.

She simply couldn't block out that feeling.

It was so clear, like a gentle caress on every nerve ending of hers.

It was too vague for her to distinguish whether it was pleasure or torment, heaven or abyss.

Yue Qingge gazed at Bibi Dong.

Where was even a trace of the Holy Maiden's aloofness? He personally tore away all those layers of pretense, one by one.

Revealing its softest inner form, it finally lowers its proud calyx, revealing the pistil hidden deep within.

It blooms only for him.

"Mother......

He couldn't help but whisper a name, his lips gently touching the corner of her mouth.

Like a young animal's attachment to its mother, it is not desire, but longing.

After a while, Yue Qingge slowly withdrew from the still trembling Butterfly Spirit Valley.

Watching those two slightly swollen, red cicada wings slowly close up little by little.

It revealed the pinkish-white spirit grains that were still pulsating inside.

He subconsciously reached out his finger and gently touched the little bell that was peeking out.

Bibi Dong's eyes, which had just been reunited, became unfocused again, and she slumped softly onto the couch.

"Baby..." Her voice carried a languid weariness after a satisfying meal.

"Come here, let Mommy give you a hug."

Yue Qingge withdrew her finger and obediently lay down beside her.

Bibi Dong turned to the side, put her arm around his waist, and pulled him closer.

Her chin rested on his shoulder, her nose touched his collarbone, and her breath was warm and long.

Bibi Dong's purple eyes were filled with water, reflecting his image.

"Wait a little while while Mom sings, okay?"

Yue Qingge didn't say anything, and the two of them lay there quietly.

Only the sound of intertwined breathing remained in the room.

A long time passed.

Bibi Dong's breathing finally calmed down, and her heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

She glanced at him, and the meaning behind her gaze was crystal clear.

We can continue.

He turned over and pushed her back onto the couch.

Bibi Dong gasped in surprise at the sudden action. Before she could say anything, she saw the flame that had reignited in his eyes.