Ning Tian hadn't stayed up late at night to find Mo Yuan simply to seduce him.
Besides, you were going to use this to test a genius? What genius couldn't withstand such a test?
Ning Tian asked these questions because she wanted to spend more time with Mo Yuan before entering Shrek Academy, to get to know each other better.
She knew that Shrek Academy, the continent's most prestigious institution, was always full of beautiful and gifted girls.
If she didn't spend more time with Mo Yuan, given Shrek Academy's relentless pursuit of winning over people, it would be a disaster if Mo Yuan was seduced away by another girl. Going
over?
Mo Yuan's eyes darkened upon hearing this. He looked away from his swaying feet and spoke calmly,
"My past was quite ordinary. After my parents passed away and my spirit awakened, I left home and earned a living by hunting spirit beasts for others. Aside from the occasional injuries, life was pretty good."
Indeed, as he'd described, he'd lived alone for six or seven years, roaming the spirit beast forest day in day, honing his body with blades and blood.
Ning Tian's admiration deepened as she looked at Mo Yuan. In this world where bloodline determines spirit, and spirit determines everything, it's rare for a talent from the lower ranks to rise, and even rarer for a talent from the lower ranks to reach Mo Yuan's level through single-handed efforts.
Even though she had never seen Mo Yuan's past, from those few words, she could already imagine the hardships he'd endured.
"Before I met you, I always thought that, apart from the issue of my martial spirit, I must be the fastest and most perfect person of my generation. But after getting to know you, I think I was wrong."
Ning Tian continued with a smile. "To be honest, after seeing your face, Mo Yuan, and learning some information about you, I've been thinking that you must have saved the world in a past life, otherwise how could you be so perfect?"
Hearing Ning Tian's praise, Mo Yuan chuckled and replied, "Thank you very much for the compliment, Ning Tian. As for saving the world in a past life, I don't think so. I was probably just an ordinary person in
my past life." Ning Tian didn't comment on Mo Yuan's claim of being an ordinary person in his past life; it was too mysterious and unnecessary to discuss.
The two chatted away under the moonlight, their two long shadows drawing closer.
In the tent by the campfire, Wu Feng, sleeping like a pig, was still smiling, hugging Ning Tian's pillow, drooling.
Hehe… Ning Tian, don't run… Let me touch you again… Hehe…
The night was late, and the accumulated fatigue from days of traveling made Ning Tian increasingly sleepy. Before he knew it, he was almost falling asleep against Mo Yuan's shoulder.
With hazy eyes, Ning Tian gazed at the face so close to him, and said in a vague voice,
"Mo Yuan, although you always act so easygoing, I can see that you're actually very lonely, aren't you…"
By the end of his words, his voice was barely audible, only his gentle breathing could be heard. Ning Tian leaned against Mo Yuan's shoulder and fell asleep peacefully.
Lonely…
Mo Yuan murmured softly in his heart, and at the word "lonely," his heart, which had been calm, suddenly rippled.
Six or seven years of living alone had long accustomed him to solitude. It was as if his innate acting skills made him appear to be able to get along with everyone,
but Mo Yuan knew that there had always been an invisible but clear barrier between him and everyone on Douluo Continent.
Perhaps it was because of the time traveler, or perhaps it was the dragon blood in his body, but no matter which one, Mo Yuan felt deep down that he was outside of the world.
His highest goal was to become the Black King and then elbow the Sea God Tang San. As for what would happen after that, he didn't know, and he had never thought about it.
The sound of water continued to flow in his ears. After a long moment, Mo Yuan softly uttered a single word,
"Blood Sorrow..."
Blood Sorrow, a term unique to dragonkind, refers to the loneliness half-bloods feel among ordinary people. It's not limited to half-bloods; pure-blooded dragons sometimes experience it, too. Only when they're surrounded by their own kind does it subside.
But in this world, where he's the only half-blood, Mo Yuan's blood sorrow is particularly intense.
Gazing at the cyan veins beneath his fair skin, Mo Yuan seemed to see dragon blood flowing within, boiling hot and toxic.
Just then, a gentle night breeze blew past, causing Ning Tian, who was sleeping soundly on his shoulder, to subconsciously lean closer to him.
Gazing at that beautiful face, a strange hue flashed in Mo Yuan's deep black eyes. The ripples in his heart for this girl, the first to perceive the loneliness deep within him, suddenly plunged him into the same dilemma he'd felt as Teacher Xiami.
Should he use her heartlessly for his own ends, or accept her with humour?
It was a difficult decision.
After a long moment of hesitation, Mo Yuan suddenly had a sudden realization:
Damn it, all those hybrids, including the dragon race, are fucking insane!
...
In the early morning, the dark sky turned a dull blue, and a faint glimmer of dawn gradually appeared in the distant east. A ray of sunlight penetrated the treetops, shedding light on the mist-shrouded forest. Under the influence of the 'Dali Garden' effect, the scene resembled a fairyland of breathtaking beauty.
Inside the tent, Wu Feng, who had slept all night, drooling and hugging her pillow, uttered an eerie humming sound before slowly opening her eyes.
Hehe... my Ning Tian...
Wu Feng recalled everything in her dream, wiping the lingering saliva from her lips with lingering satisfaction. She also considered secretly having some real sex with Ning Tian before he woke up, but the empty space beside her suddenly cleared her foggy mind. She
realized that this was the wilderness, not the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, and that besides her, only Ning Tian and Mo Yuan were there, and she suddenly felt something was wrong.
Oh no! My cabbage!
Wu Feng launched herself into action, unzipping the tent. Just as she was about to leave Ning Tian and Mo Yuan alone, she saw Ning Tian sitting cross-legged by the campfire, meditating quietly.
Not far away, Mo Yuan clutched his long sword, his cold, gleaming blade swiftly slicing through the misty forest. Though he struck at nothing, each blow seemed destined for death.
A truly devastating skill, imbued with poetry and murderous intent.
Seeing this, Wu Feng felt a sudden sense of desolation. While she was still absorbed in Ning Tian's pursuit, contemplating how to stay close, Mo Yuan was working tirelessly, wasting no time improving his strength.
The feeling of defeat made Wu Feng resolve to strive for improvement herself. Ning Tian, meditating, slowly opened his eyes. Seeing this, Wu Feng immediately leaned over.
Becoming stronger is possible at any time, but if Ning Tian were abducted, there would be no return...
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