The candlelight flickered, and the gauze curtains hung down.
In the silent bedchamber, a series of suppressed yet captivating sounds gradually rose, sometimes like a cat's whimper, sometimes like a satisfied purr.
A cat's meowing filled the night, and spring's beauty was boundless.
...
at the same time.
The distant Starry Sky Forest, outside the core circle.
As dusk settled, a campfire crackled, dispelling the chill and darkness of the forest.
Tang San sat by the fire, staring intently at his right leg, his handsome face contorted in pain.
That leg could not be called a human leg at all.
Below the knees, it was covered with a layer of coarse, dark yellow fur, and its paws had been transformed into dog paws with pads and sharp claws.
Ten years, the leg bone of a canine spirit beast.
This is Tang San's right leg!
With each glance, his heart felt as if it had been pierced by a poisoned needle; the flames of humiliation and anger nearly consumed his reason.
Tang Chen sat cross-legged to the side, looking at his exceptionally talented great-grandson in this state, and sighed inwardly.
He said in a deep voice, "Xiao San, don't be discouraged."
"It's just a temporary setback. So what if he's a lackey?"
"With your talent, you will surely become a god in the future, and may even inherit the positions of Asura and Sea God, achieving the dual godhood! At that time, reshaping your physical body will be just a matter of a snap of the fingers."
On the other side of the campfire, Tang Hao twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to echo a word, but was immediately jolted by the sharp pain coming from his face and gasped.
Tang Chen beat him up thoroughly under the guise of "sparring," and he wasn't allowed to fight back. His old face is still swollen like a pig's head.
He endured the pain and said in a muffled voice, "Yes, Xiao San, your great-grandfather was right, it's just a little hardship!"
Upon hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San suddenly raised his head, his blood-red eyes staring intently at him.
"A little bit of weathering?"
His voice was hoarse and filled with resentment.
"You call this a little bit of hardship?!"
Tang San pointed at his lackey, his emotions finally erupting.
Do you know what this means?!
"Tang Qing stripped me of my 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone, but I will not die! Because that is a 100,000-year-old soul bone, a soul bone with life attributes, and the life energy contained within it is enough to save my life!"
"But this leg! It's been a dog's leg for ten years! It's incredibly fragile! If it breaks, I'll die! I'll die instantly!"
"This means that before I become a Title Douluo and have the ability to regenerate severed limbs, not only can I not cut off this dog leg that has brought me shame, but I also have to protect it as carefully as I would my own heart!"
"I can't let it suffer any serious damage, or I'll die!!!"
"How am I supposed to face anyone with this leg? How am I supposed to face my Shrek friends?!"
"How do I get to see... Xiao Wu!"
Upon hearing Xiao Wu's name, Tang San's expression instantly turned even more unpleasant.
The thought that Xiao Wu might have fallen into Tang Qing's hands made him feel like he was being cuckolded, and the humiliation was a hundred times worse than the pain of losing his leg.
He could no longer control his emotions and roared at Tang Hao.
"Shut up!"
Tang Hao was taken aback by his son's shout. Looking at his son's contorted and pained expression, he opened his mouth, but ultimately shut it up, not daring to say anything more.
The atmosphere around the campfire was extremely oppressive.
After a long silence, Tang Chen finally broke it.
"There's no point in saying more now that things have come to this."
"Where should we go next?"
A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he spoke through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.
"Kill Tang Qing!"
"I want him dead!"
"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be in this terrible state! I want to tear him to pieces!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's eyes flashed with intense hatred. He slammed his fist into the ground, causing the ground to tremble.
"Yes! Tang Qing must die!"
"He ruined everything I had! He stole Ah Yin away, and now he's made my son like this!"
"If I don't avenge this, I, Tang Hao, swear I will not be a man!"
The hatred between the father and son reached its peak at this moment.
Tang Chen looked at them, slowly stood up, his tall figure casting a long shadow in the firelight, and a terrifying aura belonging to a demigod slowly spread out.
His hatred for Tang Qing was no less than that for the father and son.
That kid is not only a traitor to the Haotian Sect, but also the biggest obstacle on his path to godhood.
"good."
Tang Chen's voice was like the clash of metal and stone, resounding and powerful.
"Then let's go to Xingluo City."
"Take Tang Qing's dog's life!"
The next day, early morning.
Sunlight streamed through the magnificent stained-glass windows of the bedchamber, casting dappled shadows on the gold-woven carpet.
On the dragon bed, Tang Qing slowly opened his eyes, a deep purple glint flashing in them.
A good night's sleep did not make him feel slack in the slightest; on the contrary, he felt even more energetic.
After breaking through level 99, his body was undergoing a leap in life level every moment, and sleep was more like a rest and recuperation for him.
A slight wriggling came from beside him, and her soft, delicate body snuggled closer to him like a cat.
Zhu Zhuqing also woke up.
She noticed Tang Qing's awakening almost immediately. Her long eyelashes trembled twice, and she opened her dark green cat eyes.
The haze in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by ultimate gentleness and a lingering hint of spring fever.
"Owner..."
Her voice had the characteristic huskiness of early morning, languid yet possessing a deadly allure.
Tang Qing didn't speak, but just looked at her quietly.
Zhu Zhuqing understood and gently got up from his embrace.
The brocade quilt slipped off her smooth shoulders, revealing large expanses of fair and delicate skin, as well as the faint crimson marks left from last night.
She rolled out of bed without a care in the world; her gossamer-thin black dress was already disheveled from last night's frenzy.
Now, hanging loosely on her body, it added a touch of allure that tempted one to commit a crime.
She walked barefoot on the soft carpet, silently.
Those straight and slender legs were partially hidden by the light gauze, their muscle lines smooth and beautiful, full of amazing elasticity and explosive power, and every step they took was graceful and swaying.
She took down the black royal robe with gold trim embroidered with blue and silver royal patterns that she had prepared for Tang Qing from the clothes rack, and slowly walked back to the bedside.
Zhu Zhuqing knelt down on the edge of the bed, raised her head, and looked up at the man who was still leaning against the headboard.
"Master, Zhuqing will help you change your clothes."
She carefully lifted the blanket and began to dress Tang Qing.
Her movements were gentle and focused, as if she were handling the most precious work of art in the world.
Once the royal robes were properly donned, Tang Qing slowly sat up straight.
Zhu Zhuqing raised her head and stared blankly at the man in front of her, the man who had destroyed an empire and saved her entire family.
Unable to contain herself, she leaned forward slightly and pressed her red lips to hers.
This was a kiss filled with endless gratitude and adoration.
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