94 Imported Spirit Milk
Seeing Yan Zhen lying before her, his aura weak and blood trickling from his lips, Long Ying’s expression changed. She quickly dispelled the spatial barrier and picked him up.
“Zhenzhen, how did you—”
She had set up the spatial barrier to protect herself. There was no need for Zhenzhen to protect her with his life like in her previous life. Why was he injured?
Yan Zhen coughed and said weakly, “Run… It’s a Tier 6 Magma Beast. We’re… no match for it.”
“Zhenzhen…”
—Idiot, I could protect myself. Why did he still shield me? Such an idiot!
Long Ying’s heart ached, tears welling up in her eyes.
She gently laid Yan Zhen down, stood up, and slowly clenched her fists.
Boom!
Dragon and Phoenix Mystic Power erupted from her small body, a pink and gold light enveloping her, her cherry blossom hair swirling around her.
With each step she took, Long Ying grew taller, her aura intensifying. After ten steps, the one-meter-tall loli had transformed into a tall, imposing young woman, the small, fleshy horns on her forehead lengthening, becoming smooth and jade-like, her ears also changing into the pointed ears characteristic of the God Clans.
Yan Zhen’s shirt, which had reached past her knees before, now barely covered her hips, her long, ivory-white legs extending from beneath the hem, her arms and legs appearing strong and toned.
This was a manifestation of her “power talent.”
Although she looked like an ordinary girl, she possessed immense strength, following the path of overwhelming force!
And her power increased with her emotions.
Long Ying glared at the Tier 6 Magma Fox and said coldly, “You vile fox, how dare you hurt Zhenzhen again!”
Roar!
A dragon’s roar echoed, draconic might erupting. Space rippled, and Long Ying vanished, transforming into a roaring dragon shadow that slammed into the Tier 6 Magma Fox.
Space cracked, and the Magma Fox exploded, its body shattering into pieces of ore.
One-hit kill!
Yan Zhen, lying on the ground, watched with wide eyes. After regaining her true strength, this girl was powerful enough to challenge even a Mystic Ancestor.
However, this transformation was temporary. She would revert back to her loli form soon.
Seeing Long Ying turn back, Yan Zhen quickly closed his eyes, feigning weakness, waiting for his dose of dragon blood.
Dragon blood wasn’t divine blood and couldn’t further his Primordial Dharma Body Chart cultivation, but the energy within could still enhance his strength.
“Zhenzhen…”
Hearing her voice, Yan Zhen opened his eyes and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar beautiful face: the familiar cherry blossom hair and emerald eyes, the unfamiliar dragon horns and pointed ears.
Her gaze was sharp, no longer as innocent, but still bright when she looked at him.
Her high nose bridge and full lips were surprisingly… sensual.
Her long neck, exposed collarbone, and ample breasts, no smaller than Yun Xiu’s, strained against the fabric of her shirt, the curves prominent and eye-catching.
—Such a drastic change, from a flat-chested loli to a busty young woman. Even her character type has changed.
“Zhenzhen, how are you?”
“I-I’m fine… cough, cough!”
After a violent coughing fit, Yan Zhen “fainted.”
“Zhenzhen!”
Her voice was filled with panic.
Yan Zhen felt a twinge of guilt, but for the sake of the plot, he had to continue pretending.
He felt Long Ying’s hand lift his back, his head resting on her long legs, then he heard a soft pop.
“Zhenzhen, don’t worry, I’ll heal you… Drink this first.”
He felt a warm, viscous liquid, fragrant and sweet, on his lips. It must be the Yang Flame Spirit Milk.
He almost opened his mouth to taste it, then remembered he was supposed to be unconscious, so he remained still, letting the spirit milk drip down his chin.
Although the Yang Flame Spirit Milk was a treasure, according to the script, he was supposed to drink dragon blood, which was easier to consume. And if Long Ying didn’t give him her blood, she wouldn’t revert back to her loli form, and he wouldn’t be able to trick her into becoming his mount.
—Such a scumbag, taking advantage of a child!
—No, it’s the script that’s a scumbag, not me.
Yan Zhen consoled himself. Suddenly, he felt soft lips against his, and the warm, viscous Yang Flame Spirit Milk was gently poured into his mouth.
Yan Zhen’s heart skipped a beat, and he almost opened his eyes. He knew what this sensation was.
Was Long Ying feeding him mouth-to-mouth?
—No! I don’t want pre-chewed spirit milk! I only want Beautiful Master’s… milk.
However, Long Ying, unable to hear his thoughts, continued feeding him, mouthful after mouthful.
Yan Zhen couldn’t keep pretending any longer.
Long Ying was his friend. Taking advantage of her like this felt wrong.
But he couldn’t. How could he drink her blood if he wasn’t unconscious? And without her blood, how could he benefit from this misfortune and advance to six-star Mystic Master?
—I’ll endure!
After a while, the jar of Yang Flame Spirit Milk was finally empty. Yan Zhen felt a warmth spreading through his body, filling him with energy, his complexion improving.
Such immense energy was enough for him to advance again.
Could he reach six-star Mystic Master without drinking her blood?
Hmmm…
“You spilled quite a bit. Can’t let it go to waste.”
“?”
Before Yan Zhen could understand what she meant, he felt something soft and wet lick his lips, his heart skipping a beat.
Before he could react, soft lips pressed against his, licking the spilled spirit milk from his mouth and chin.
“…”
Yan Zhen suspected Long Ying was deliberately taking advantage of him, but he had no proof.
Even a glutton wouldn’t lick up the leftovers after feeding him!
“Zhenzhen, are you feeling better?”
Yan Zhen didn’t respond. He was waiting for the dragon blood.
“The spirit milk’s energy isn’t easy to refine. What should I do? Should I still give him my blood?”
—Yes, yes, give me some dragon blood, please~
“But my blood’s energy is too violent. Zhenzhen will be in a lot of pain, like last time.”
—It’s okay, I can handle it. After all, I’m the protag—wait, what did she just say?
Yan Zhen’s heart sank, wondering if he had misheard.
Long Ying did say “last time,” right?
—What does that mean? Did I hear wrong?
“I shouldn’t give him my blood. I’ll transfer my Qi to him and help him refine the spirit milk’s energy.” Long Ying muttered to herself. “I-it’s not like I want to kiss him again. I just want to heal Zhenzhen! That’s all!”
Yan Zhen mentally displayed a question mark.
Before he could open his eyes and stop her, Long Ying leaned in and kissed him, gently transferring her Dragon Mystic Power into his mouth, helping him refine the Yang Flame Spirit Milk’s energy.
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