Chapter 214 Gu Yuena
Right in the center.
An extravagantly large rosewood couch lay across the room.
Lu Ming sank into the soft cushions.
He was not sitting cross-legged in meditation or practicing cultivation at this time.
He has reached his current level.
So-called cultivation and enlightenment are nothing more than a matter of a single thought.
Above the God-King.
The rules are self-evident.
He is the Tao, he is the Law.
Lu Ming squinted, his posture extremely languid.
That kind of relaxation comes from the very core of your being.
It's like a male lion that has just finished surveying its territory, confirmed that there are no threats, and is returning to its den to rest.
"My husband~"
A soft, sweet voice rang in my ears.
Immediately afterwards.
A fragrant breeze wafted over.
Gu Yuena.
This Silver Dragon King, who commanded the submission of all beasts in the Soul Beast Forest, was now like a clingy Persian cat.
She didn't care about manners at all.
She kicked off her silver silk shoes, revealing her bare, crystal-clear jade feet, and snuggled into Lu Ming's arms.
A cascade of silver hair fell down, covering Lu Ming's chest and arms.
Silky smooth.
Slightly cool.
Gu Yuena found a comfortable position and rubbed her little head against Lu Ming's neck.
Where was the trace of majesty and domineering presence that he had shown when facing enemies in those purple eyes?
Yes, there is only deep affection.
Are you tired?
Lu Ming's fingers slid down her hair, his fingertips touching her delicate, porcelain-like skin.
"Not tired."
Gu Yuena shook her head.
She looked up, and her stunningly beautiful face was right in front of Lu Ming.
Her breath was as fragrant as orchids.
"It's just disgusting to look at."
Gu Yuena wrinkled her delicate little nose, looking disgusted.
"Um?"
Lu Ming responded casually.
"It's that Tang Hao."
Gu Yuena stretched out her finger and gestured in the air, as if the Haotian Douluo who had turned into blood mist was right in front of her.
"He looks so rough, with a big beard, and he looks dirty."
"And that big hammer."
"It's pitch black and doesn't look good at all."
At this point, Gu Yuena even shivered as if she were speaking seriously.
"And they also yell and shout, it's so noisy."
"I really don't know how someone like this could cultivate to the level of a Title Douluo. There's no aesthetic sense at all."
These are her words.
If those Soul Masters outside heard this, they would probably vomit blood on the spot.
That's Haotian Douluo.
He was once a fearsome god of war who shook the continent.
That Clear Sky Hammer is the number one weapon spirit in the world.
Even in death, one should die a glorious death.
But in Gu Yuena's mouth.
He's just an ugly old man with ugly weapons who also makes noise pollution.
The evaluation criteria are simple and straightforward.
It's not good-looking.
Lu Ming laughed when he heard this.
He reached out and gently pinched that chattering little mouth.
It feels great in the hand.
Soft, chewy and bouncy.
"You."
Lu Ming's fingers moved upwards and pinched the soft flesh of her cheek, applying a little force.
"He's always being cheeky."
"That's the Haotian Sect's secret technique of exploding rings, how come it's just shouting and yelling in your mouth?"
Gu Yuena didn't dodge.
She let Lu Ming pinch her face out of shape, and even went further and moved closer.
That's exactly right.
She mumbled something, her voice indistinct.
"No matter how powerful the secret technique, being ugly is the original sin."
"My husband is still the best."
Gu Yuena's eyes sparkled, reflecting Lu Ming's face in her purple pupils.
"Even if my husband doesn't make a move, just standing there is a million times more handsome than them."
"My husband looks even more handsome when he kills someone."
"That so-called sea god isn't even worthy of carrying her husband's shoes."
This is blatant flattery.
Even blind worship.
But in Gu Yuena's view, this was the truth.
She is a dragon.
The Dragon Clan admires strength.
And Lu Ming is the strongest one in all the heavens and myriad realms.
not to mention.
This man was also her husband.
As Gu Yuena spoke, she propped herself up.
Her long silver dress, already form-fitting, accentuated her breathtaking curves with every movement.
The neckline is slightly open.
That delicate, snow-white hue shimmered with a lustrous sheen under the light.
"My husband just used his divine power; he must have had a hard time."
Gu Yuena stretched out her hands and gently placed them on Lu Ming's shoulders.
Slender fingers.
The fingertips carried a faint elemental fluctuation, exuding a just-right warmth.
"Na'er rubs her husband's back."
That's all.
Without waiting for Lu Ming's reply.
Those soft, boneless little hands began to gently press.
The force was just right.
Each press was applied to an acupoint.
In addition, it was nourished by a faint trace of the Dragon God's power.
Even though Lu Ming is now a god-king, he doesn't need such mundane methods to relieve fatigue.
But he still quite enjoyed that tingling, numb sensation.
Lu Ming closed his eyes contentedly.
A low hum escaped his throat.
"Um."
This soft hum was the greatest encouragement for Gu Yuena.
Her smile deepened.
He even proudly raised his chin.
On the other side of the bed.
There is one more person.
A thousand feet of snow.
She has been standing there quietly ever since she entered the tent.
She looked at the perfect couple, who seemed like a match made in heaven.
Watching Gu Yuena act coquettishly, ingratiatingly, and charmingly in Lu Ming's arms.
Looking at the expression of enjoyment on Lu Ming's face.
A sudden pang of sadness welled up in Qian Renxue's heart.
That's jealousy.
It's also a sense of crisis.
She was the first person to know Lu Ming.
She was Lu Ming's first wife in name only.
Even before she became a god, she and Lu Ming went through so many trials and tribulations.
But now.
This Silver Dragon King, who appeared out of nowhere, was so blatantly vying for my favor.
And the methods they used were so...so shameless!
Shoulder massage?
Does the God-King need a shoulder massage?
That's clearly an attempt to take advantage of someone!
Qian Renxue bit her lower lip.
A glint of defiance flashed in his golden eyes.
In terms of status, she is the Goddess of Angels and the young master of the Spirit Hall, a person of noble status.
In terms of looks, she believed she was second to none among the women in the world.
Why should we lose to this female dragon?
Qian Renxue took a deep breath.
Her gaze fell upon the angelic armor she was wearing.
This set of divine gear.
Majestic, sacred, and possessing astonishing defensive capabilities.
On the battlefield, it is a symbol of power and a nightmare that strikes fear into the hearts of the enemy.
But here.
Inside this tent, filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
This cold, metallic armor seems superfluous and cumbersome.
It insulates against temperature.
It also separated her from Lu Ming.
"Snap—"
A crisp metallic snap sounded, particularly clear in the quiet tent.
Lu Ming slightly opened his eyes.
Gu Yuena, who was massaging vigorously, paused and turned to look.
Qian Renxue's slender fingers rested on the buckles of her shoulder armor.
With a gentle flick.
The shimmering gold shoulder guard slipped off and fell onto the thick carpet with a dull thud.
Immediately afterwards.
It is a breastplate.
It's a wristband.
It's a battle skirt.
Qian Renxue's movements were not fast, and even carried a strange sense of ritual.
With each piece of armor removed from her body, her sharp edge diminished a little.
Instead.
It is the gentleness that belongs to women.
When the last leg guard landed.
The golden divine light that enveloped her completely subsided.
The one that appeared before Lu Ming was no longer the aloof and supreme angel god.
Instead, she was a stunningly beautiful woman wearing a long dress with a pale gold lining.
The long skirt was form-fitting.
It outlines her near-perfect golden ratio figure.
Her long, golden hair was casually draped behind her, with a few strands falling in front of her chest.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed.
But his eyes were unusually firm.
Qian Renxue strode forward, step by step, to the bedside.
She wasn't wearing shoes.
Barefoot on the animal hide, her jade-like feet were even whiter than Gu Yuena's, and a red rope was tied around her ankles, adding to her charm.
Gu Yuena raised an eyebrow.
Is this golden bird going to challenge me to a duel?
Qian Renxue ignored Gu Yuena's provocative gaze.
She walked straight to Lu Ming's other side.
Those beautiful, pale golden eyes stared directly at Lu Ming. Her voice was somewhat shy, but even more so, it was stubborn.
"My husband."
"I can also help my husband."
It's a very simple sentence.
She didn't have as many sweet words as Gu Yuena.
But actions often speak louder than words.
Qian Renxue sat down sideways.
Unlike Gu Yuena, who snuggled directly into Lu Ming's arms, she knelt down beside him.
Extend your hand.
Gently lift Lu Ming's left hand.
Place it on your lap.
Then she lowered her head and focused intently on massaging Lu Ming's palms and fingers.
Her finger technique might not be as skillful as Gu Yuena's.
But that cautiousness, that fear of hurting Lu Ming, was even more touching.
The angel's sacred soul power transformed into the gentlest warmth, flowing slowly along the meridians of Lu Ming's palm.
Lu Ming smiled.
He looked at Qian Renxue on his left, then at Gu Yuena on his right.
She was aloof and noble, yet she laid down her armor and cooked for him.
She was alluring and seductive, yet she sheathed her claws and became as docile as a cat for him.
These are two great deities.
They are the two most outstanding goddesses on the Douluo Continent.
now.
But they were all secretly competing to please him.
Such good fortune and such a sense of accomplishment are something that even being a god-king might not be able to match at this moment.
"There will be a reward for everyone."
Lu Ming was in a great mood.
He did not show favoritism.
He clasped his left hand behind his back and grasped Qian Renxue's soft, boneless little hand.
His right hand then embraced Gu Yuena's slender waist.
With a little force.
Two soft, delicate bodies then leaned against him at the same time.
He was surrounded by women on both sides.
A warm, fragrant, and soft body fills my arms.
Gu Yuena pouted somewhat discontentedly, seemingly feeling that half of her territory had been taken away.
She deliberately squirmed in Lu Ming's arms to find a more comfortable position, and even winked at Qian Renxue triumphantly.
Qian Renxue's cheeks were flushed.
Although she also longed for closeness, she was not as open as Gu Yuena.
When Lu Ming put his arm around her, her body stiffened instantly.
But soon.
She felt the familiar, reassuring scent emanating from the man.
Her body gradually went limp.
She obediently leaned on Lu Ming's shoulder.
"Husband, Sister Xue'er's cooking skills don't seem to be very good."
Gu Yuena muttered to herself as she drew circles.
This is pure nitpicking.
Qian Renxue was not to be outdone, and gave a light snort:
"It's better than some people who only know how to act cute."
"I'm just helping my husband regulate his meridians, what do you know?"
Gu Yuena was immediately displeased upon hearing this:
"Who are you calling someone who only knows how to act cute?"
Isn't that so?
"you!"
It looked like the two women were about to start fighting again.
Lu Ming tightened his grip on her arm at the opportune moment.
"alright."
"Behave yourselves."
His voice wasn't loud, but it possessed an irresistible magic.
The two women fell silent instantly.
Their eyes met in the air, sparks flying.
Lu Ming found this scene amusing.
He leaned back, sinking even more comfortably into the cushions.
Inside the tent.
Spring is in full bloom in the garden.
The flickering lights cast two stunning silhouettes, and the man who held everything over them.
A faint, delicate fragrance filled the air—a blend of a woman's unique body odor and ambergris.
warmth.
charming.
intoxicating.
However.
Just outside this heavy curtain.
They are separated by only one wall.
But it was a completely different scene.
The night wind howled.
It sounded like countless wronged souls were wailing.
On the open ground in front of Jialing Pass.
A sea of people knelt on the ground.
That was the million-strong army of the Heavenly Dou Empire, the once invincible royal family and nobles.
now.
They were like a herd of livestock waiting to be slaughtered.
No one dared to speak.
No one even dared to breathe loudly.
The night was as dark as ink.
The once bustling Jialing Pass is now eerily silent.
It was a suffocating silence.
Only the occasional fluttering of the tattered flag in the wind.
Inside the tent.
The light became much softer.
Those dozens of ever-burning lamps seemed to understand human nature; their flames subsided slightly and were no longer so dazzling.
Qian Renxue was no longer kneeling.
She lay on her side to Lu Ming's left, one hand still gently resting on Lu Ming's palm.
That's an unconscious dependence.
The angel god, who had just shed his divine armor, was breathing evenly with his eyelids lowered.
He was clearly a little tired.
Even though she is a god-level expert, today's battle has taken a huge toll on her mental and physical strength.
not to mention.
Being with Lu Ming gave her an absolute sense of security, which made her let down all her guard.
And Gu Yuena.
The silver dragon king, however, was still in good spirits.
She was like a lazy cat, practically clinging to Lu Ming.
Her fingers unconsciously traced circles on Lu Ming's chest.
Every now and then, she would look up at Lu Ming's perfect profile, and the corners of her mouth would involuntarily turn up in a smile.
obsessed.
Lu Ming was not asleep.
Once you reach the realm of a god-king, sleep is no longer a necessity.
He leaned against the soft pillows, his eyes slightly closed.
His divine sense, however, spread outwards silently, like a tide.
Ten miles.
Baili.
Thousands of miles.
The entire Jialing Pass, and even every blade of grass and tree in the surrounding area, were within his perception.
Lu Ming could clearly hear the trembling of the Heavenly Dou soldiers kneeling on the ground outside the tent, and the pounding of their hearts filled with fear.
Even the snakes, insects, and rodents attracted by the blood deep underground could not escape his eyes.
Sudden.
Lu Ming's fingers, which were resting on Gu Yuena's waist, paused for a moment.
Just now.
At the edge of his divine sense, a faint yet extremely violent aura fluctuated for a moment.
That's in the southeast direction.
It is already hundreds of miles away from Jialing Pass.
Lu Ming slowly opened his eyes.
There was no trace of sleepiness in those deep, abyss-like eyes; instead, there was a hint of amusement.
"Oh."
A soft laugh escaped from deep in his throat.
The sound was very soft.
But in this silence, it appears exceptionally clear.
(End of chapter)