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"Found it."

He whispered, his movements becoming more cautious.

The tip of the bayonet gently parted the last obscuring material, revealing a crystal core.

The crystal core was about the size of an adult's fist, and its entire surface was a hot, flowing crimson red.

The surface of the crystal nucleus naturally forms magnificent patterns resembling burning flames.

The wisps of heat radiated outwards, causing the surrounding air to distort slightly.

Even from a distance, one can feel the surging and violent energy fluctuations contained within.

"Such powerful energy... and it's fire-based."

A hint of surprise and seriousness flashed in Qin Zheng's eyes.

He quickly took out a specially made storage bag from his equipment and carefully put the blazing crimson crystal core into it.

He quickly returned to Liu Yunshu's side and handed her the cloth bag: "Look, a mutated fire-type crystal core."

Liu Yunshu barely managed to lift her eyelids and look at herself, a weak smile appearing on her pale face.

"Good stuff... It's from the same source as your superpower, you should absorb it, the effect should be the best."

Qin Zheng's brows furrowed even more.

"What about you? You've used up so much energy, you need to replenish even more. Can't you use this crystal core?"

Liu Yunshu gently shook her head, her voice still somewhat weak:

"The attributes are incompatible, and forcibly absorbing them will be inefficient and may even be risky."

She paused, then looked up at Qin Zheng.

Although his amber eyes were tired, a familiar light, tinged with cunning and a different meaning, slowly rippled in them.

"I... have other 'ways' to supplement this."

"What method?"

Qin Zheng pressed for details, his eyes revealing undisguised concern and doubt.

Liu Yunshu did not answer immediately, but looked at his handsome face, which was so close to hers and filled with worry.

The weak smile at the corner of his mouth gradually deepened, becoming somewhat meaningful.

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"Uncle..."

Liu Yunshu's face, which was originally pale from the exhaustion of her superpowers, now showed a flush of passion.

Sweat-dampened hair clung messily to the sides of her neck and temples.

She tilted her head slightly, her bright, almond-shaped eyes tinged with red at the corners.

Her gaze, tinged with post-coital languor and a hint of lingering aggression, lingered slowly on his bobbing, sensual Adam's apple.

"As for the capital... it's quite substantial, but as for the skills... they still need to be refined."

Qin Zheng looked down at the person in his arms.

That usually dashing and heroic face was now tinged with a seductive and alluring beauty by the tide of passion.

Beads of sweat slid down his delicate jawline and disappeared into the hollow of his collarbone.

She looked at him with half-closed eyes, like a satiated cat that still wanted to tease its prey.

She looks exactly like a captivating demon who drains people's life force!

His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably again, and he chuckled softly, his chest vibrating with the lingering heat of his breath.

"Haven't you heard the saying? Before absolute power, all skills... are futile."

Caught off guard, Liu Yunshu felt the world spin before her eyes.

Physiological tears welled up in my eyes without warning and condensed into teardrops.

It suddenly slid down from the corner of her reddened eyes and disappeared into her temples.

She bit her lower lip and gave him a disgruntled sideways glance.

Her eyes were half reproachful and half dreamy, moist and unknowingly alluring.

Little did they know, that tearful yet reproachful glance carried a subtle electric current.

It shot straight through Qin Zheng's spine, making half of his body go numb for a moment.

His Adam's apple bobbed more and more rapidly, and he stood up straighter and straighter.

"Holy crap! Dude! Were you a reincarnated teddy bear in your past life?!"

Liu Yunshu's vision blurred from the old but glaring incandescent light above her head, and bursts of white light exploded in front of her eyes.

The dizziness made it difficult for her to breathe, and she could only gasp for air.

Qin Zheng looked at her, who rarely seemed so at ease.

The imposing heroic spirit between her brows was replaced by a languid and charming allure, and even the beads of sweat sliding down her cheeks seemed to carry an alluring glow.

He felt as if something was gripping his heart tightly, causing both pain and swelling.

A surge of almost resigned passion coursed through his body; he felt utterly defeated by this enchantress.

The fire in my heart not only didn't go out, but instead burned even more fiercely and unbearably, as if hot oil had been poured on it.

He lowered his head, his warm lips almost touching her sweaty temples.

His hoarse voice, laced with intense mockery and burning possessiveness, etched each word into her ear:

"If I were the reincarnation of Teddy Bear... you would be Bai Suzhen, the one who flooded Jinshan Temple and was my nemesis."

After saying that, he raised his hand.

With a gentle touch, so different from his earlier forceful conquest, he lightly brushed away the stray hairs clinging to her flushed cheeks.

Then he lingered on the corners of her reddened and moist eyes, caressing them very slowly and tenderly.

Little Hachi, hiding to the side, covered her eyes but couldn't help peeking through her fingers: (* /ω＼*) Wow~ The petals must be numb~

I don't know how much time passed.

Liu Yunshu let out a long sigh, her eyelashes trembling slightly as she regained her senses.

She lazily raised an eyebrow, pushed against his firm chest, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Get off me, you're too heavy."

Qin Zheng loosened his grip slightly, watching her emerge from his arms like a lazy cat.

Her steps were a little unsteady, but she still carried that unique, dashing spirit as she swayed gracefully toward the old sofa not far away.

His gaze was deep and fixed on her, watching her bend down to pick up the clothes scattered on the ground.

That bent waist, that taut spine, that undulating curve...

The dim light creates a breathtaking, powerful, and beautiful landscape.

His eyes suddenly darkened, like a bottomless pool.

Without much hesitation, he followed slowly, landing silently, yet with the precision and pressure of a predator.

"Qin Zheng! What are you doing—!"

"Bang!"

Caught off guard, she stumbled forward, her chin slamming hard against the cold, slightly worn leather sofa back.

The pain made her gasp, and tears almost welled up in her eyes again.

Before she could even rub her chin and lash out, Qin Zheng had already pounced on her.

He trapped her between the sofa back and his strong chest.

His palms rested on the sofa armrest beside her, forming an impenetrable encirclement.

Her hot breath, mixed with a faint scent of gunpowder and flames, enveloped her entirely.

"What should I do?"

Qin Zheng lowered his head, his deep eyes swirling with dark undercurrents, his hoarse voice low and filled with a magnetic, teasing tone.

"Didn't the captain complain that my skills were rusty? I'm just... taking this opportunity to help you 'review' the basics."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Zheng had already grabbed her slender yet strong ankle with one hand and pulled her firmly!

She couldn't help but gasp, and her eyes welled up with a physiological redness again.

She clenched her fists tightly on the sofa, creating deep wrinkles on the tough leather surface.

She turned her head and glared fiercely at the man behind her who was smiling like a cunning large dog, her eyes sharp and piercing.

"Help your sister with her basic skills! Let go!"

As she spoke, she slammed her elbow backward, striking his vulnerable ribs!

But Qin Zheng, who was prepared, precisely grabbed her wrist.

His palms were burning hot, his strength steady yet unyielding, as he twisted her arms behind her back.

His other hand firmly pressed down on her waist, preventing her from making any further resistance.

Liu Yunshu's body was forced to straighten up, and this completely controlled and extremely stretched posture made every inch of her muscles tense up.

It presents a contradictory beauty that is both fragile and full of power.

She gritted her teeth, trying to break free using the strength of her waist and abdomen.

However, this posture completely restricted her ability to exert force, leaving her only able to twist her body in vain.

"Don't waste your energy."

Qin Zheng's lips almost touched her sensitive earlobe, his hoarse laughter carrying a deep, resonant vibration from his chest, utterly magnetic.

"A special forces soldier's close-quarters combat technique is not something you can easily break free from."

"However, your sister is indeed quite troublesome, and quite..."

"Qin Zheng! You must have been a teddy bear in your past life! And a really cheeky one at that!"

Liu Yunshu's cheeks turned even redder with anger, but she was unable to move and could only grit her teeth and curse.

Qin Zheng chuckled softly, the vibrations in his chest traveling through their close bodies to Liu Yunshu's spine.

He released his grip on her wrist, but then slid down and firmly embraced her slender waist with an iron-like arm.

The scorching heat of her palms seeped through the thin, sweat-dampened fabric, ironing her taut skin and sending shivers down her spine.

"What's wrong with Teddy?"

His voice was even more playful, carrying a certain smugness.

"At least... it can satisfy your needs, 'Bai Suzhen', can't it?"

"Oh, baby! Relax, being so tense can easily strain your muscles..."

"roll!"

The towering mountains... sent chills down his spine...

It's now!

A sharp glint flashed in Liu Yunshu's eyes, and her core muscles in her waist and abdomen erupted with astonishing resilience.

Even in this completely controlled position, he abruptly pulled his leg back!

The knee whistled through the air as it swiftly struck his unsuspecting abdomen!

Qin Zheng reacted incredibly quickly.

While dodging, he stretched out his long arm and precisely pulled her back into his arms, holding her tightly.

No matter how much she twisted and kicked, his embrace remained unmoved, as firm as a rock.

"Focus on the lower body."

Qin Zheng's voice carried the slight panting of exercise and a strong sense of teasing as his hot lips brushed against her sweaty neck.

"Don't you really want 'happiness' for the rest of your life?"

Liu Yunshu paused in her struggle, then looked up and glared at him fiercely.

"With your character, even if I don't attack you, your happiness for the rest of your life is in jeopardy!"

"Oh?"

Qin Zheng raised an eyebrow, not annoyed at all, but with even more interest in his eyes.

He tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer into his embrace, and lowered his head to bring their noses together.

"Even with my 'character,' I still managed to send you, 'Lady White Snake,' flying to the top of 'Leifeng Pagoda,' didn't I?"

Before he finished speaking, he firmly gripped her wrists, which were trying to cause trouble, with one hand, and locked her supple waist like an iron hoop with the other.

He held her firmly in his arms.

"My Lady of the White Snake, your skills are getting more and more powerful."

Liu Yunshu was neither in a hurry nor able to respond.

Consciousness is like a small boat tossed about in a stormy sea, sometimes soaring to the clouds, sometimes sinking into the deep sea.

All that remained before my eyes was the glaring yet illusory halo of the old incandescent light bulb on the roof, which spread into a blank, bewildering expanse.

Her eyes were unfocused, staring blankly at the empty light source. All her senses were completely occupied and filled, leaving no room for anything else.