Ch 54

To Su Yang, everything in this world was strange and novel, including the Ancient Ferocious Beast, Qiong Qi, who was in heat but was very tame.

In his knowledge, Qiong Qi punished the good and promoted the evil, and enjoyed eating humans. It was an evil existence that everyone feared. But looking at the silly Lord Wang in front of him, it was not persuasive at all. His worldview had been turned upside down, okay?!

# I might have met a fake Qiong Qi! #

# Fairy tales are all lies! #

However, this Sacred Hall lived up to its reputation. Scorching flames could be seen everywhere. The bright red flames contrasted with the bright light of the flames. It was like a huge flaming cauldron, or a huge fire-attribute spirit beast. It was constantly burning, and little ghosts with low cultivation couldn't withstand this kind of roasting.

Su Yang curled up into a ball, afraid that he would be burned to ashes by the sudden spurt of flames. Mo Yan sensed his discomfort and stuffed him into his arms, covering him with a large robe. Soon, the scorching heat was isolated.

Su Yang nestled in his arms and thanked him sincerely.

Mo Yan did not say anything. After a while, he pursed his lips and said, "Hmph."

Su Yang, "…"

Su Yang wiped the sweat on his forehead and said, "I only stayed here for a short while, and I already feel so uncomfortable. You usually live here, don't you feel hot?"

Mo Yan frowned and said, "I was born with the spirit fire of heaven and earth. What I eat is fire, how can I be afraid of heat?"

Su Yang was speechless. So this guy was a little fire brat!

Mo Yan said, "Little brat, your cultivation is too low. You can't even withstand a mere flame. How can you be my female beast?"

Su Yang looked at him innocently. In his heart, he was crazily shouting: What female beast, I really, really don't want to be your female beast!

Mo Yan furrowed his brows in annoyance. A pair of crimson red wings unfurled from his back. The wings flapped lightly, and in an instant, a fiery glow filled the air. It was obvious that the wings were formed from pure crimson flames.

He flapped his crimson wings fiercely and quickly passed through the outer hall where the geocentric flames intersected. He then passed through a stream of crazily boiling geocentric magma and directly arrived at the inner hall.

Su Yang lay on his shoulder and looked at the volcanic sea of fire behind him. He felt like he was about to collapse. They had entered so easily, but would there be a day when they would be able to leave?

He had been sweating all the way, and the scent of his soul had spread even more thoroughly. Mo Yan's nose trembled, and his mind was attracted by the scent. A strange, soul-shaking desire once again dominated his consciousness. He lowered his head, and lightly licked Su Yang's slender neck.

The delicate and smooth texture made him squint his eyes in enjoyment, as if he had tasted the most delicious dish in the world. His breathing unconsciously became heavier, and he lowered his head, wanting to lick it again.

However, Su Yang exploded. That wet and slippery feeling was too terrifying. He hurriedly covered his neck with both hands, and looked at this unruly man in horror.

The ghost Lord Wang did not succeed. He said unhappily, "Your cultivation is so low, but I still don't dislike you."

What he meant was, "You can't dislike me either!"

Su Yang said angrily, "How is that the same!"

Mo Yan guiltily turned his face away. After a moment of silence, he said faintly, "I still want it."

Su Yang, "…"

His tone was somewhat pitiful, and it gave Su Yang the illusion that he was the bad guy. However … he really could not stretch his neck and let him lick it! So, how could they fall in love if they were of different species?!

Mo Yan continued, "Su Yang, I still want …"

Su Yang held his neck and refused to let go. He broke down and said, "This, this is unhygienic!"

Mo Yan's face showed some confusion. He asked, "What do you mean by 'unhygienic'?"

"It means unhygienic, you'll get a stomachache if you eat it!"

Mo Yan pursed his lips and said very seriously, "I can eat anything, I won't get a stomachache."

Su Yang, "…"

Being stared at by that pair of dark golden eyes, Su Yang could not bear it. He retracted his hand and muttered, "Then, I'll let you … do it one more time."

Mo Yan's eyes were filled with surprise, and he hurriedly nodded.

Su Yang raised his neck slightly, and brought his white and fragile neck to his mouth. Mo Yan carefully stuck out his tongue, as if he was tasting a peerless delicacy, and slowly licked Su Yang's delicate and small Adam's apple. It caused his back to tremble, and he unconsciously let out a soft cry from his throat.