At this moment, Liu Erlong is full of mature charm. Her tight leather jacket shows her figure perfectly.In the candlelight,Her delicate features were slightly wrinkled in anger, but it did not conceal her beauty at all, but instead added a unique charm.
Tang San didn't care about Liu Erlong's reproach at all. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident and domineering smile. He directly put his arms around Liu Erlong's waist and held her in his arms.
Tang San looked at Liu Erlong with his eyes full of arrogance, and said: "Erlong, now I, Tang San, am the God of the Sea. It is your honor that I look up to you. Besides, this coward Yu Xiaogang is really no match for him..." He exuded a powerful aura of the God of the Sea, which was sacred and majestic, as if he could control everything in the world.
Liu Erlong looked closely at Tang San's handsome face and that sacred aura, and her heart couldn't help but throb, but she still gritted her teeth, resisting the urge in her heart, and said: "Tang San, I admit that you are very good, you are much better than that loser Yu Xiaogang, but the way you treat me... after all, it's not appropriate. There is a big age gap between us. Moreover, you are also letting Xiao Wu down by doing this..."
There was a hint of struggle and helplessness in her eyes, and her voice trembled slightly, as if she was making a final resistance.
Tang San raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident and extremely seductive smile. His eyes were fixed on Liu Erlong, as if he could see through every struggle in her heart.
He leaned over slightly, got close to Liu Erlong's ear, and said in a low and magnetic voice: "Are you going to become the woman of me, the Sea God Tang San? You must be willing in your heart. After all, I, Tang San, am the most powerful man on this continent now. If you become my woman, you can ascend to the realm of gods in the future and stay young forever..." His words were like a spell, drilling into Liu Erlong's ears word by word. Every word seemed to carry invisible magic, stirring Liu Erlong's heartstrings.
"This, I..." At this moment, Liu Erlong was truly shaken, her eyes filled with entanglement and struggle. She bit her lip hard, her lower lip slightly white from being bitten, and her two rows of white teeth seemed to be making a final struggle with her inner reason.
She looked up at Tang San's handsome face, which seemed to exude a fatal attraction that made her unable to resist. Her voice trembled slightly as she said hesitantly, "I really... can I really? But, but I already..."
Tang San looked at Liu Erlong's hesitant expression, a wicked smile appeared on his face, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and he spoke again: "Of course, this is better..."
After saying this, the evil in Tang San's eyes became more intense. He stretched out his hand and said, "Come, Erlong, kiss me."
Liu Erlong felt the domineering and aggressive aura from Tang San, and the last line of defense in her heart finally collapsed. She slowly raised her head and gently pressed her lips on Tang San's face. Her lips trembled slightly, as if with a hint of nervousness and shyness, but more of it was the impulse driven by passion.
This kiss was like lighting a fuse, completely igniting the love between the two.
At this moment, Tang San's eyes suddenly turned to the stunned Yu Xiaogang. The corners of his mouth raised, revealing a hint of provocative smile, and he said to Yu Xiaogang: "Gangzi, you better open your dog eyes and watch carefully."
Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, his face as pale as paper, his lips trembling slightly with anger and humiliation. His hands were clenched into fists, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, leaving crescent-shaped blood marks.
His eyes were filled with pain and helplessness, and his heart felt as if it were being pricked by thousands of needles.
But under Tang San's powerful intimidation, he gritted his teeth and nodded on the surface, and said in a hoarse and aggrieved voice: "Yes, Lord Seagod, I, Yu Xiaogang, have taken good care of it..."
Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered, and the warm yellow light sprinkled on the two of them, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
There was a faint fragrance in the air, a mixture of the subtle fragrance of Liu Erlong and the unique sacred aura of Tang San.
A fire dragon barrier was formed, releasing a breath of fire, as if to devour everything.
A hint of teasing flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he took action instantly.
Just then, a faint howl came from the ground nearby.
Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, his face filled with pain and anger, his fingers gripping the ground tightly, his knuckles turning white. His eyes fell on Liu Erlong, his eyes filled with heartache and resentment.
"Xiao San, no, Lord Poseidon," Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled slightly, his fingers gripping the ground tightly, his knuckles turning white, "Please, don't hurt Erlong." There was a hint of pleading in his voice, and his eyes were full of helplessness and pain.
An evil smile appeared on Tang San's lips, and a hint of pride and satisfaction flashed in his eyes. He gently loosened his fingers, and Liu Erlong's delicate body suddenly lost its support and fell to the ground.
Liu Erlong lay on the ground for a long time. Just when she was concentrating on putting on her black stockings, she raised her eyes inadvertently and found that Yu Xiaogang, who was lying not far away, was looking at her straight.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened, revealing a complex emotion of anger and unwillingness. His lips were slightly open, his breathing was rapid, as if his soul was hooked by something, staring at Liu Erlong's every move.
Liu Erlong's eyebrows suddenly raised, and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes. She raised her leg without hesitation and kicked Yu Xiaogang.
This kick used up all the strength she could muster at the moment. With a roar of anger, her high heels kicked Yu Xiaogang's old face accurately.
Yu Xiaogang was caught off guard and was kicked back like a rag bag, rolling several times and raising a small cloud of dust on the ground.
Liu Erlong stood up, hands on her hips, her eyes wide open as she yelled at Yu Xiaogang, "Coward! I'm the woman of Seagod Tang San now, what are you looking at?"
Her voice was clear and loud, filled with anger and disdain, echoing in the small tent.
Yu Xiaogang's nose was bleeding from the kick, and bright red blood gushed out of his nasal cavity, covering his lips and chin. He was terrified and quickly covered his nose with his hands, blood seeping out from between his fingers.
His voice became sharp due to panic and fear, and he cried, "I was wrong, Erlong, Erlong, I will never dare to do it again."
After saying that, Yu Xiaogang hurriedly turned around and turned his face to the corner as quickly as possible. He was like a stray dog, his body still shaking, as if he was afraid that Liu Erlong would kick him again.
When Tang San saw this scene, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He slowly raised his hand, gently stretched out his white and slender fingers, and casually hooked them in the air.
Seeing this, Liu Erlong's eyes immediately flashed with excitement. She hurriedly walked over and bowed gracefully in front of Tang San, her eyes full of awe and obedience.
She gently held Tang San's outstretched fingers.
Liu Erlong closed her eyes slightly and said softly, "Master Tang San, what are your instructions?"
Tang San gently touched Liu Erlong's face. His voice was low and magnetic as he slowly said, "Okay, you go back, Erlong. When I ascend to the God Realm in the future, I will take you with me..." His tone seemed to be making an unquestionable promise.
Liu Erlong's eyes, which were originally a little confused, suddenly lit up, and her pretty face was full of surprise. She hurriedly bowed slightly, and said with a bit of gratitude and obedience in her voice, "Thank you, Lord Poseidon." After that, she took light steps, turned gracefully, and walked out of the tent. Every step she took seemed cautious, as if she was afraid to disturb this delicate atmosphere, until her figure disappeared outside the tent.
Tang San then turned his gaze to Yu Xiaogang who was curled up in the corner. A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "You can get out too, Gangzi." The voice was like an ice ridge, without a trace of warmth.