Chapter 67: Yan Ji's Flame

"Sister has a breakthrough?"

"Ah."

Jiang Feng lay lazily in Bai Le's arms, flames gently dancing around Bai Le's body.

Jiang Feng, who had completely transformed into Yan Ji, relaxed her mind and let the little thief's hand wander around. The flames that were aroused were like blooming plum blossoms, breathtakingly beautiful.

The flame-turned hair covered her waist. Bai Le would push the hair aside from time to time. After a while, his fingertips would wrap around the hair and rub it again.

"Little rascal."

"Sister, you actually look at me like this."

Under the flame tent, the atmosphere is charming and ambiguous.

The bed of fallen leaves is soft, and the leaves are bright red. Even though they are fallen leaves, there is still a faint fiery red glow flowing, and the veins are clearly visible.

Lying under the fallen leaves of the Fire Cloud Tree, the gentle warmth of the early spring sun will creep onto your skin, soft but not stinging.

Bai Le's undead body reappeared uncontrollably, and it seemed that the undead body transformation was not easy to alleviate.

If it was Xinxia, ​​Bai Le might have suppressed her out of pity, but facing the mature Yan Ji, Bai Le did not suppress her at all. He allowed the signs of transformation into an undead body to emerge, and subtly suppressed Yan Ji's fingers.

Bai Le closed his eyes, tangled his hair with his fingertips, and felt the warmth of the flames.

The redness of the fire on Jiang Feng's face overwhelmed the blush in the corners of her eyes. Her eyes, dotted with spring water, showed a little shyness because of Bai Le's teasing. Shame climbed to the top of her heart, but was instantly overwhelmed by the rising heat of the fire.

"Sister, your daughter won't blame me if she knows, right?"

Jiang Feng slapped Bai Le in shame and anger, and unconsciously increased the strength of his grip on Bai Le's hand. Bai Le soon begged for mercy in the rising flames. He was not a fire magician and his tolerance to flames was a bit low.

Jiang Feng's slender and rosy fingers had no nails, so Bai Le did not feel the hard stinging pain, his body only felt the swelling pain caused by the soft squeezing.

"Sister, spare my life."

"Humph."

Jiang Feng snorted coldly and let go, and his fingertips surrounded by flames began to play with Bai Le's eyelashes.

Bai Le leaned close to Jiang Feng's ear with a smile on his face, and said something to her. The red color of the flames could not cover up her blush, and her body temperature began to rise slightly.

Picking out the flame that had condensed into substance, Bai Le placed the wet hair in front of Jiang Feng. Bai Le visited and explored Yan Ji's non-existent birthplace.

Poor little Yan Ji is now hanging on the Star Language Sky Tree, and the round fruit is only one step away from ripening.

Ignoring Jiang Feng's objection, Bai Le began to hold Jiang Feng's head, feeling the raging flames.

The tongues of fire spread and enveloped Bai Le, and began to invade and oppress Bai Le's position. The messy flaming hair flew in all directions and passed through Bai Le's fingers.

……

In the Flaming Mountain.

Bai Le began to study the source of the flame that had condensed into substance with his toes, wanting to thoroughly study the origin of the flame.

The valley erupting with flames constantly blocked Bai Le's steps, and the flames overflowed madly, trying to stop Bai Le here.

Bai Le's feet were gradually eroded by the liquid flame, which stuck to the soles of Bai Le's feet like honey. A slight burning sensation crept up to his toes, but unfortunately it could not stop Bai Le from exploring the liquid flame.

Instead, his steps became more lively and high-spirited, as if to compete with the flames.

With a "ring" sound, Bai Le reluctantly gave up his exploration of the flames. Because the flames in the valley began to erupt continuously, completely invading Bai Le's soles, and the entire sole of his foot was like stepping into magma. Bai Le left reluctantly.

……

Bai Le pressed Jiang Feng's head, ignoring her "woohoo" resistance, and raised his hand to catch the little Yan Ji who fell from the Xingyu Tianshu.

The forearm was no thicker than Bai Le's fingers, but it was in the shape of a flame, as faint as a candle flame, and it felt like it could be blown out with a slightly heavier breath.

Unlike most of the little lives that were crying and weak when they were born, this special life whose entire delicate baby body was made up of a faint little flame seemed to be particularly energetic. After breaking out of the shell, it picked up the fragments of the Fire Tribulation Fruit and began to chew on them like a little squirrel!
Sitting on Bai Le's shoulder without crying or making a fuss, Jiang Feng began to struggle, even using her flaming fangs to prick Bai Le's skin, trying to make Bai Le withdraw as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, this aroused Bai Le's rebellious psychology, so Bai Le stood up against Jiang Feng's resistance.

Little Yan Ji blinked her eyes, silently tasting the fragments of the Fire Tribulation Fruit, and watching her elder Jiang Feng being pricked by a needle but not helping.

Jiang Feng was caught off guard by Xiao Yanji's sudden intrusion. She was so ashamed and angry that she tried to leave several times, but was stopped by Bai Le again and again.

An absurd sense of taboo surged to the top of his heart, the flames on the surface of his body began to become active, and the kneeling body that made up the flames trembled and let the flames rage.

After several refusals, Jiang Feng could only control the flames to cover Yan Ji and trap her aside, making her unable to know what was happening in the outside world.

"Sister, Yan Ji should be your junior, sister looks really cute now."

"However, it seems that my sister's real daughter is about to arrive."

When Bai Le's frivolous words reached his ears, Jiang Feng became flustered and confused.

Bai Le admired the flames baring their fangs and claws. Jiang Feng was speechless and wanted to stop Bai Le but had no way to speak.

Bai Le’s undead body transformation is not so easy to quell.

Scorching hot.

Even though Jiang Feng was mentally prepared to be dragged into the pirate ship by Bai Le, at this moment, on Pingdingshan Mountain, under the Xingyu Tianshu that had just given birth to life, in front of little Yan Ji, the shame in his heart was like ripples in endless spring water.

My mood was in turmoil and I couldn't face such shame.

Bai Le stroked his hair playfully, constantly squeezing the flames and oppressing the flame's living space.

Especially when Bai Le mentioned her daughter Chen Ying, the shame and anger in her heart made Jiang Feng want to break away from Bai Le's control, but the ignited anger made Jiang Feng unable to break free from Bai Le's control.

Instead, he followed Bai Le's rhythm to control the turbulent flames, twisting his body to match the ups and downs.

Once the inner desire sprouts from the ground, its growth can no longer be suppressed. The wild spring grass sweeps wildly, and even the fire in Jiang Feng's mouth has to retreat.

However, Bai Le's shamelessness did not stop there. Amid the flickering flames, Bai Le left briefly. He took out a red rope tied to a bell from the undead space and tied it up.

Under the revived Star Language Tree, bells are shaking, making crisp sounds.

On the one hand, Jiang Feng had to carefully control the flame on his chest to prevent it from burning the red rope, and on the other hand, he had to control the changing shape to deal with Bai Le.

Once the temperature is too high, Bai Le will immediately receive feedback and punish the disobedient Jiang Feng.

Bai Le braided her red hair into two ponytails, which swayed with the crisp sound of the bells.

When the sun was past zenith, Jiang Feng stood up and hugged the pouting little Yan Ji, but the bell was still shaking and making sounds.

Jiang Feng looked at Bai Le embarrassedly and stayed under the Xingyutian tree, not daring to move.

The clear bell sound would ring with her, causing Jiang Feng to not dare to play with Xiao Yan Ji, for fear that Xiao Yan Ji would explore where the bell sound came from.

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