Suddenly, everyone present seemed to hear a sound like a thunderclap.
"Bang..."
"Bang..."
The sound grew louder and deeper, gradually increasing in volume. The box seemed to have melted open, and a bright red object rolled out.
Upon seeing the heart, Tang Lanyan grabbed it without hesitation.
The heart beat vividly in Tang Lanyan's hand, as if it had just been ripped from her heart.
It radiated a strange heat, as if it had permeated her skin and merged into her body.
A strange expression appeared on Tang Lanyan's face, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. She couldn't describe the feeling; it was as if her whole body was burning up.
However, her skin didn't come into contact with any heat source. Even though this heart looked unusually hot, it felt normally cool to the touch. The heat seemed to emanate from within.
The location where the heat gathered was also strange; it was deep in her lower abdomen…
Her inner thighs inexplicably warmed, and a slippery dampness seeped out.
She had a similar feeling when she last touched the black man who had this heart implanted, but it hadn't been as intense.
She gritted her teeth, and with a sudden burst of strength, she squeezed the heart! Five jade-like fingers instantly pierced her heart, but strangely, even her jade hands, capable of crushing steel, couldn't shatter it.
Even as the red muscle oozed from between her fingers, it remained intact, displaying a powerful resilience.
"Thump!"
Her heart began to beat, once, twice… Tang Lanyan felt a slight tingling in her palms as her heart generated an increasingly strong rebound, attempting to pry open her fingers.
At the same time, a strange heat was being channeled into her body.
"Hmm?"
Tang Lanyan felt a blazing fire ignite in her lower abdomen, waves of indescribable heat surging through her body, creating a strange sensation similar to the parched, stifling feeling of being exposed to the sun.
For some reason, her inner thighs were becoming increasingly damp, continuously losing moisture, accompanied by a strange, aching tremor that made her limbs feel weak…
But with a formidable enemy clearly nearby, Tang Lanyan refused to be swayed by this inexplicable feeling. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.
Her will was extremely firm. Even the persistent, weak, and short-breathing sensation within her body didn't affect her focus.
After a while, she finally recalled that feeling, a crystalline sheen gathering on her arm.
She took a slight breath, then squeezed hard!
"Bang!"
A dull, almost ear-piercing thud resounded, followed by a soft "plop" as a trickle of bright red blood flowed from between her pale fingers.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away.
A black, slightly sheer thong lay crumpled on the armrest of a sofa.
The sofa cushions, half-dry and half-dry, bore the marks of a chaotic mess. A tantalizing scent, like orchids and musk, or the allure of ripe fruit, filled the room.
Clearly, a fierce battle had just taken place.
Meanwhile, a middle-aged man, still draped in a bathrobe after his bath, a grotesque, fleshy snake vaguely visible through the fabric, was simultaneously observing the scene unfolding in northern Myanmar through a monocle.
After a moment, he said softly, "Andrei."
"I remember your mother, it seems she had another child."
"But this child has no father. I'm curious, who is his father?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communication, as if suppressing something, before he said, "Don't disturb them..."
Northern Myanmar.
Tang Lanyan felt as if she were holding a ball of fire in her hand, the blood seeping into the skin creating a sensation like lava flowing through it.
A strange heat surged through her palms into her body, giving Tang Lanyan the sensation that even her blood was seeping into them.
No, perhaps it wasn't an illusion, because the bloodstains on her palms were indeed fading, as if slowly seeping into her snow-white skin.
The heat intensified further. Tang Lanyan felt a tingling heat at the tips of her breasts; her nipples seemed to swell and harden. A quick glance revealed that her tender areolas were engorged and slightly swollen, pink and smooth, without a single wart.
The two nipples, now arched and pointed, resembled ripe cherries, their color deepening from pale cherry to a richer red, like two delicate buds.
Tang Lanyan's instincts told her that if she didn't release this heart, something unpredictable might happen.
But she refused to give up easily. Resisting the surging, strange sensation, she continued to squeeze the heart with all her might.
Under the pressure of crisis, her potential was unleashed, and her mastery of that power grew ever more refined.
A crystalline luster flowed onto her jade-like hand, emitting a faint iridescent glow. She squeezed it, and with a creak, more blood seeped out.
But this heart was more resilient than she had imagined. Even under the crushing force of the diamond, it refused to burst.
It even continued to pulsate, as if trying to break free.
Tang Lanyan's expression was resolute as she continued to squeeze... Her palm emitted a series of grinding, teeth-grinding sounds, and blood seeped out, but strangely, not a single drop fell.
The heart's struggle finally weakened, and it was squeezed into a small ball by her strangely glowing jade fingers, constantly wriggling and trembling between them.
Perhaps in the next moment, this incredibly resilient heart would burst open in Tang Lanyan's hand with a "pop."
But just then, a tall figure slowly emerged from the dense forest.
This was a figure who shouldn't be here. He had thick brown hair, deep-set eyes, a hooked nose, and a stubble beard, yet possessed a pair of sky-blue eyes.
His skin was the pale white of someone who had lived near the Arctic Circle for many years.
If someone who had participated in the Second Russian War of Independence were here, they would surely exclaim a title:
The Bear Druid—
Andrei.