ther bout of unbearable loneliness.This was a feast of passion, an after-hours tease that lingered long. Si Kong Yanran's little buds were swollen and throbbing, like overfilled grapes. Ye Fan knew th...In stormy weather, never stay under a tree. That's common sense that even children know.

Because lightning strikes are attracted to high points on the ground after striking, they can channel tens of thousands of volts of electricity from those high points to the earth.

Common sense that any child knows, Chen Yuer also knew.

The problem was, when she stepped out of Duan Shu Huang's house, it was only raining. It wasn't until she reached the far horizon that she could faintly hear the rumble of thunder.

Even if she were the most intelligent person, she would never have imagined that when she walked under this century-old tea tree, a thunderbolt would suddenly strike from the sky.

Moreover, she is currently enamored and has no time to think about Raijin.

It wasn't until the nerves of crisis made her abruptly raise her head that she saw the thunder strike the treetops. She had absolutely no time to dodge, and only then did a thought flash through her mind with terrifying clarity: that demonic figure she had been spying on had punished her mercilessly, but still hadn't let her go.

This drew the thunder, to strike her to ashes.

I am dead.

When Chen Yuer cried out in pain, she instinctively raised her right hand to cover her head.

A bolt of lightning struck the ground with a deafening roar, splitting the crown of a tree at least three meters in diameter clean in half.

When a branch creaked and crashed beside Chen Yuer, she felt a sharp pain in her right elbow, which was cradling her head.

Then, everything was over.

The rain is still falling.

The wind is still blowing.

In the pitch-black sky stretching far into the distance, thunder still rumbled.

But—she's still alive!

Chen Yuer stared blankly at the half-burned crown of the tree beneath her, unsure how long she remained lost in thought before slowly raising her head to look towards Duan Shuchang's room.

At the doorway, stood Li Nanfang.

By the light from the lamp outside his door, Chen Yuer could clearly see his face.

He was watching her with interest, slowly raising his right hand and giving her a thumbs-up.

After hearing a sudden scream from Chen Yuer outside, Li Nanfang, who was startled by the sudden clap of thunder and trembled all over, sprang up from the bench and rushed to the door.

Just then, he saw the treetops struck by lightning fall.

Chen Yuer was unharmed.

He gave Chen Yuer a thumbs up, praising her good fortune. She was incredibly lucky to survive the lightning strike that split the tea tree in half.

At the moment Li Nanfang turned, his eyes twitched suddenly.

He finally realized what.

Li Nanfang slowly bowed his head, looking at his own chest.

Under a blue shirt, the heart beat powerfully, making the clothes rise and fall slightly.

He certainly wasn't looking at her chest.

He was thinking, the thing hidden inside his body, might be related to the lightning that almost killed Chen Yuer just now.

"When will you ever leave me"

Li Nanfang asked in a low voice.

Although he suffered from amnesia, he would never forget that a demon was still hidden within him.

This is just like a baby being born and knowing how to suckle.

Knowing that a demonic dragon was hidden within his body had become Li Nanshan's instinct.

The demonic dragon didn't answer him, not even bothering to fly out of its Qi Hai dantian.

It was too tired.

It has truly been tired twice so far.

Once was last year at the Liangyou Mountain Villa in Qingshan, it completely controlled Li Nanzhang, torturing Zhan Xing Shen half to death.

But at that time, it wasn't powerful enough. After a while of excitement, Li Nanfang fell ill with the demonic energy of the wild mountains and suffered a serious illness.

The second time, of course, was just now.

Compared to last year, it's much stronger. You can tell just by the look of that thing from Chen Yuer's mouth.

When Li Nanfang's humanity took over, his weapon was smaller and far less powerful than before, ugly even.

This year's powerful demonic entity, after wreaking havoc, will only feel tired and won't cause any harm to the host's body or spirit. Just need to rest together properly.

Dissatisfied with the lackluster response, Li Nanfang let out a soft sigh and looked up. He saw a pair of bright eyes peering from a slightly open bedroom door before vanishing quickly.

He only then remembered there was a blanket scattered about in the bedroom.

He must have seen it when Duan Lingxing was bullying Chen Yuer.

If this had happened in the past, even if Li Nanfang had a thick face, he might have blushed.

But now it's not.

First, he couldn't control the demonic energy hidden within him. Second, his skin had thickened—

He smiled and walked towards the bedroom door.

He still had something to say to Duan Lingxing.

With a creak, Li Nanshan pushed open the bedroom door.

The room was empty, with not even a trace of shadow.

The window was still open, and the wind blew the raindrops in, soaking the nightstand.

It seems that the little girl, who hasn't even lost her baby hair yet, was too embarrassed to face anyone after witnessing such a wonderful show, so she jumped out the window in time.

After closing the window, Li Nanshan thought about going to find her.

Although he couldn't refuse the Duan family's insistence on having him accompany them to find Shen Yun, and Duan Xing was the only option, Li Nanfang still needed to have a serious talk with her to ensure her absolute safety. He warned her repeatedly that this trip wasn't a leisure outing, and there was a possibility of fighting and even killing.

But just as he turned, Li Nanfang changed his mind again.

He is also tired now and needs a good rest.

Besides, the journey to South Korea wasn't instantaneous. Even on a private jet, it would take at least seven or eight hours to travel from Dali across most of China to Seoul, right

Seven or eight hours was enough time for him to have a heart-to-heart with Duan Lingxing.

If one can take a car, they shouldn't walk. If one can sit down, they shouldn't stand. When one can sleep in bed, they shouldn't go outside to sleep on the sofa — this is considered Li Nanshan's view of a virtual world, isn't it

Though the bed in Duan Shuhou's bedroom was an ancient wooden bed, far less comfortable than the Simmons bed in Duan Xiangning's boudoir, it was still bearable.

He yawned comfortably, covering his mouth with his hand, then threw himself onto the bed with a thud.

With a loud thud, the bed frame shook.

Li Nanfang hadn't even lifted his left foot fully, and his right one was still dragging on the ground, when he started snoring.

After the snores began, there were rustling sounds from under the bed, where the blankets had been pulled up.

It's like there's a mouse hiding under the bed, just waiting to sneak out and steal something to eat.

With a clatter, Li Nanshan's right shoe fell to the ground.

The rat under the bed, startled, stopped its industrious crawling outwards and cocked its ear to listen.

Li Nanfang seemed to mumble something in a dreamlike voice, his body twitched slightly. Perhaps he felt uncomfortable sleeping this way, with all his weight resting on his breastbone, so he extended his right foot, the one without shoes, out from under the bed and onto the floor.

He hasn't had a chance to shower since the day before yesterday and has been wearing the leather shoes that Duan Xiangning bought for him.

After wearing leather shoes for dozens of hours in the sweltering summer, how could your feet possibly smell good

It's definitely stinky throughout the room.

Moreover, he put his smelly feet in the cramped space under the bed, which was covered by sheets all around.

It's just as bad as the Japanese devils releasing poison gas.

The key is, his smelly foot was right in front of the little mouse under the bed—a rhythm that would literally suffocate Duan Xing.

"Damn you, jerk! You knew I was hiding under the bed and did this on purpose to mess with me."

Duan really wanted to open her mouth and speak—no, forget it. This kind of thing was something she wouldn't do even if she were killed.

Only by cursing bitterly in his heart, truly unable to bear the stench, could he forget about hiding and immediately raise his hand to open the smelly foot, climbing out from under the bed.

"Ah, who"

Li Renzhao was startled, he suddenly retracted his foot and sat down on the bed, looking down.

Duan Xing didn't look at him.

He was so ashamed that he couldn't even bring himself to stand up. He could only twist and turn his body, crawling across the entire bedroom floor and reaching out to open the door.

Li Nanfang watched her with interest, twisting and turning as she crawled out of the bedroom. Finally, he found the child very cute.

After scrambling out of the bedroom and turning right, Duan Lingxing finally managed to escape the gaze of that scum. He leaped to his feet and rushed out the door.

The rain has lessened a bit, but the wind has picked up even more.

A gust of wind whipped raindrops against Duan Lingxing's face, jolting her awake. She abruptly flung her arms open, lifting her head and gaping her mouth as if to let out a scream that could rouse the entire world, to release the pent-up frustration within her. But just in time, she clamped her mouth shut.

If you wake someone up, they will definitely ask you what's wrong.

Is she really going to say that she was hiding under the bed and being teased by Li's stinky feet

Or perhaps she had lost her wits, for when she crawled out from under the bed, she didn't stand up and run, but instead slithered like a snake, twisting and turning for over ten meters

Want to shout but can't, making my heart even more suffocating, it's simply unbearable.

Just as Duan was pondering where to find a place, to hold his head and sob his heart out, someone said, "If you want to cry, just cry! Why stifle your emotions"

She opened her eyes suddenly and saw Chen Yuer.

Chen Yuer still stood on the edge of the half-tree crown, looking at her expressionlessly.

"Do I want to shout or not It's none of your business!"

Duanzh now hates this shameless woman to death, especially thinking about how she acted when she was with Lisoufang, she gritted her teeth in hatred. There's no way she wants to pay any attention to her anymore

After muttering under his breath, Duan Xing walked quickly past her, his footsteps echoing on the stone pavement.

As the two brushed past each other, Duan Lingxing deliberately jerked his shoulder.

She was already tall, and as an active military personnel, her physical fitness was far superior to Chen Yuer's who just sat in an office all day.

Relying on his "height and broad shoulders," Duan Lingxing hoisted Chen Yu'er out of the bluestone slab with one arm.

Instinctively, she screamed. The petite Chen Yuer, squatted heavily on the smooth lawn.

"Ha, haha."

Seeing her so disheveled, Duan Lingxing finally let out a breath of anger. He laughed arrogantly yet listlessly, and then swaggered away.

This child is really strange.

Although it was Li Ren渣 who had made her upset, she posted about it on Chen Yu'er instead.

Fortunately, Chen Yuer now that she is a sinner in the Duan family, she could only endure it after being bullied.

But she had simply had enough.

Slowly getting up, she choked back tears and raised her right hand slowly: "Why are you all bullying me I was just being a little childish—Li Nanfang bullied me, Duan Lingxing bullied me, even heaven, you are bullying me."

Under the lights, as she raised her right hand, her sleeve gently fell, revealing half of an arm like a lotus root.

The right elbow is hollow, with a streak of jet black.

That was just a thunderbolt exploding right above her head. She instinctively raised her hand to shield her head, and the expanding electric light grazed her right elbow as it passed through.

The arms were black as ink.

It is long and bar-shaped.

It twisted and turned like a caterpillar, more like — a black dragon.

Looking at this abstract black dragon, Chen Yuer continued to smile wryly and muttered, “I know, this is punishment from the heavens. But what do you represent Are you simply here to ruin me, or are you leaving a mark on me, hinting that I can only be his woman in the future”

No one answered Chen Yu'er's question.

Just like Lingnan Chen Wu couldn't have dreamed, she had only acted out a little bit of childishness, and as a result, her destiny was changed.

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