Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 510: Sleepwalking Cake Maker

late at night.

The two returned to the original hotel.

However, Huang Quan didn't plan to do the same thing as last night this time. In her impression, there was no need to do that kind of thing every day.

The main thing is that I didn't feel anything... To be precise, I just felt a little and then lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes, it was already the next day. Instead of this, I might as well just hold An Ming and sleep.

Huang Quan really didn’t feel that there was anything special about “sleeping” between lovers. It was not as peaceful as an ordinary sleep.

"Hey, An Ming."

I don’t know if it was because she had consumed a lot of energy casting in the afternoon, but Huang Quan seemed particularly quiet after taking a bath, although she was originally a very quiet person.

An Ming was sitting on the edge of the bed at this moment, simply wrapping the prepared gifts and waiting to send them out after returning to Luofu.

The gifts for fireworks and fireflies can be sent directly by interstellar express, but the rest need to be brought over in person. It's okay for others, but An Ming is afraid that Fu Xuan will smile instantly after receiving the gift, and then raise the dagger to stab him in the chest.

"Are you hungry?"

"No."

Huang Quan knelt behind An Ming, stretched out his arms and hugged his neck. The softness of his chest pressed against his back, making people feel distracted.

Perhaps Huang Quan herself is completely unaware of the lethality of her body. After all, anyone who can look at her breasts for more than three seconds will have their secret skill points reduced by one, and the next in line is An Ming.

Huang Quan didn't care about An Ming's gaze. Rather, she would feel a little lost if An Ming didn't want to look at her.

At least this proves that An Ming has physical interest in her. Huang Quan feels a little proud knowing this. After all, not everyone can make An Ming so excited.

"I'm thinking about the future," Huang Quan had never thought about the so-called future before. She couldn't even understand what love was. After going through such a long time, she was finally qualified to think about the future.

An Ming felt the curve of the beautiful woman's body behind him, and tried to take deep breaths to control his body temperature to prevent himself from suddenly becoming furious.

Huang Quan's hair rubbed lightly against An Ming's skin, and that feeling seemed to hit his soul directly, like tickling his heart. It can only be said that Miss Huang Quan is gifted in this aspect.

It is that plain and even emotionless little face that can stir up the flames in people's hearts by making such a move, making people want to see other expressions on that indifferent face.

An Ming didn't have that kind of habit because he hadn't met Huang Quan before, but he did now.

Stroking Huang Quan's cheek, An Ming said softly: "Wherever you want to go, I will accompany you."

"Yeah, but before that, I want to find Sakura."

Huang Quan cannot enjoy this happiness alone, and he must find out about Ying no matter what.

How could she not know Ying's feelings for An Ming? It was a love that was no different from her own, but that love was more tolerant and great. It even passed hope to her because she knew its own impossibilities.

Qianying is not only a sword, but also the only remaining bond between Ying and Anming, and the only proof that she had met Anming.

But Ying gave her Qianying, which was equivalent to giving her the hope of a final reunion with Anming.

Huang Quan didn't even know whether Ying was still alive, but during this long period of time, he had never heard of a frosty girl holding a knife and sword to save the world.

Finding Ying has almost become Huang Quan's obsession. Now that An Ming has been found, the only thing left is to bring Ying home as well.

She wanted to apologize to Sakura and thank her.

Without Sakura, there would be no her who can meet Anming now. Without Chiying, how could she meet Anming again in Pinocchio.

"Ying is not the type of person who gives up easily. She must still be waiting," An Ming had an idea in his mind when he thought of this. If his power was not strong enough, his voice could not be heard by the whole universe.

What if it was a robin?

But we still need to think about it in the long run. An Ming also has to consider the robin. It would be better to discuss the details after returning to Luofu.

"Well, you're right."

Huang Quan smiled slightly, hugged An Ming and pulled him onto the bed, clamped his body with his legs, and whispered softly: "I'm a little sleepy, good night."

"Good night, Mei."

An Ming also lay down in the bed, feeling the warmth of the beauty in his arms, thinking that he could finally get a good night's sleep before leaving, so that he wouldn't have to set off the next day with a sore back.

Huang Quan's beautiful cheek rested against An Ming's chest, and soon he began to breathe evenly. An Ming also completely relaxed, closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

...fell into a dream.

..fall into dreamland.

Dreamland

An Ming was directly pulled up by an extremely terrifying force. He was moved from the bed to mid-air by brute force alone, and then he was strongly pressed down in the middle of the bed with one hand.

As the terrifying aura of nothingness spread, there was no light in the entire room, except for those eyes that were burning with blazing jade fire.

The long gray hair was like the god of the River Oblivion, pressing An Ming tightly under him, and he was so impartial and unshakable that he would not waver at all.

An Ming was really at a loss for words, "Mei, didn't we agree to just sleep?"

Huang Quan, who was already in the state of a commander, said nothing, but just kept pulling off An Ming's pajamas until only the strong body was left.

When An Ming saw that he got no response, he felt bad. It was too late for him to escape now, but he couldn't just let Huang Quan have the upper hand. As the most affectionate person in the Starry Sky Train, how could he be suppressed forever?

A small Yellow Spring, An Ming could suppress it with just a wave of his hand - suppress it... Just when An Ming was about to exert some strength, he was hit back by a pair of soft weapons.

Then, between water and fire, An Ming used his peripheral vision to find the last hope. It was the Izumo specialty placed next to the bedside table, and it was also the snack that An Ming bought for Huang Quan after coming here.

An Ming showed a resolute look in his eyes, which was a determination to fight to the death. He ignored the pressure from the envoy and temporarily suppressed Huang Quan's hands with his left hand, while he reached into the box on the ground with his right hand and took out something -

Izumo’s specialty peaches are sweet and juicy and are sold all over the world.

The moment he saw the peach, Huang Quan stopped moving for a moment, then he snatched the peach away, sat on it and started enjoying it.

Seeing this, An Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now he could finally take a breath in the middle of the journey. So in the following time, An Ming fed Huang Quan a peach every once in a while to take a short rest.

After daybreak, Huang Quan will probably end his status as an envoy, and then we can spend the night safely and set off for Luofu.

This was indeed the plan, but after eating the peach, Huang Quan not only did not show any sign of rescinding his command posture, but instead became even more courageous, as if... he had been resurrected with full health?

Damn it! An Ming realized at this moment that using the power-replenishing Order to use Huang Quan would unleash a more terrifying second stage, which was completely different from what he had initially expected.

Watching the light of dawn gradually appearing outside the curtains, An Ming fell into despair. Looking at Huang Quan who was preparing to launch a second round of offensive, he could only close his eyes and prepare to enjoy it.

At least I could enjoy this rare treat before I completely passed out.

An Ming seems to have a calm expression, but in fact he has already fully armed himself with the power of words. No matter how much trouble you, the God of Spring, cause, I, Saint An, will remain as solid as a rock and as steady as Mount Tai.

Another day passed, until the arrival of another early morning, Huang Quan, who had run out of power, finally returned to normal and fell limply on the bed.

Lao Ming, who had been lying in bed for a whole day, still had a little back pain, although his waist was fine.

Great Word Spirit! Fortunately, his status on the planet of Izumo is equivalent to that of a savior, so even such an outrageous request can be recognized by the will of the world.

The art of words, invincible.

An Ming even wanted to carry Izumo on his back when he went out in the future. This way, Nanook wouldn't have to take his elbows anymore. He could just hit Izumo in the face and blast him with a planet.

When Huang Quan woke up, it was already another morning. He felt full of energy. He just blinked cutely after turning on the screen of his mobile phone, and then murmured, "My phone is broken. How come I lost a day?"

An Ming, who had just finished preparing breakfast, was a little amused. It seemed that Huang Quan had no memory of what happened yesterday. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

It's impossible that every time Huang Quan goes to sleep, he will use Xiao Ling to change his whole body, and then pull him onto his bed and suppress him ruthlessly, right?

From then on, he didn't need to sleep anymore. He just had to prepare the words spirit to protect his body every day. Otherwise, his yang energy would be drained away and he would die within a day, becoming a hollow vegetable.

But it must be said that after these two fusions, Huang Quan's complexion has become much more rosy, and it is obvious that the breath of life has become much richer.

That's true. After all, An Ming's life energy is almost endless and is refreshed all the time. This is the gold content of the golden blood.

"Mei, is there a possibility that you actually sleepwalk?"

An Ming chose to use his eyes to tell Huang Quan a certain truth. Only then did the naive Huang Quan realize what was happening and lowered his head. A blush of embarrassment appeared on his usually expressionless face.

"this..."

"This isn't... me?"

Huang Quan's voice became less guilty. If this result was not caused by her subjective intention, then what you mean is that in her dream, she accurately threw An Ming to the center of the bed and imprisoned him for cultivation while she ate a box of Izumo's specialty peaches?

Can anyone really dream to this extent?

After An Ming's story, Huang Quan quietly crawled back into bed and covered his face with the quilt. He was so embarrassed that he couldn't even make a sound and could only make a few humming sounds.

Huang Quan has experienced so many Amber Ages, but this is the first time she has suffered such a social death. It's not that she can't preserve her memories in the Lingshi state, but that the memories are always a little confusing and often take a longer time to digest.

In a short period of time, I couldn’t recall what I had done in that state, just like a drunk March 7th.

Huang Quan suddenly realized something when he thought of this. He turned over the quilt and looked carefully at a certain part of An Ming. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he was not injured or broken.

If it's true that An Ming can no longer be a man because of her...she would be willing to be An Ming's sister for life!

Huang Quan's eyes hardened when he thought of this, and An Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I'm fine. When we get back to the train, just lock the bedroom door and everything will be fine."

Well... should.

Even Xiao Xiaoniao can sneak into Chencang, so there is no reason why Huang Quan can't do it, although the most likely thing is that he will kick open the bedroom door and then sit down with his skirt lifted without saying a word.

It seems that the most urgent thing is to buy a good lock, and a door with a hardness comparable to the walls cast by the Amber King. Even if Huang Quan uses force, it will take an entire Amber Age to make that kind of door.

"Sorry," Huang Quan apologized sincerely, but now he also recalled some fragmented fragments, and he had to say it was very touching.

At first, she was the one who slandered "sleeping", but now it seems very different. No wonder it can't be found on the Internet.

"Is it too late to set off now?" Huang Quan began to worry about the itinerary. If it was a spaceship, it might not be in time to reach Luofu before the start.

Although Izumo and Luofu are not far away, they are definitely not very close. It will take at least ten days for an interstellar spacecraft to arrive.

"It's not a big problem. Sam can accommodate two people... Well, it should be no problem," An Ming re-examined Ms. Huang Quan's size and began to murmur in his heart.

It is impossible to tell with the naked eye whether Yingbao is better or Huangquan is better, but in any case, they can definitely fit two people if they squeeze together.

"Sam?"

Huang Quan blinked and recalled the battle with Firefly in Pinocchio. The firefly-like girl left a good impression on her.

She has always sympathized with those strong-willed girls; after all, they are all the same kind of people.

After An Ming packed his luggage, he took Huang Quan to the top floor of the hotel. Although he no longer felt embarrassed, this was the first time that Huang Quan stared at him without blinking.

"Ahem... Molten Knight Sam, control the power of fire and transform!"

An Ming shouted out the classic Molten Knight transformation slogan, and under Huang Quan's gaze, Sam was summoned. The silver-white cavalry flashed brightly in the sun.

"it is good..."

"good?"

"So handsome."

Huang Quan praised it very seriously, touching Sam's shell and quietly admiring its perfect craftsmanship, which was indeed the last cultural heritage of Grammer.

An Ming opened the cockpit and took Huang Quan's hand and brought her in. Sure enough, just as expected, Huang Quan could feel the bulging elasticity on her back as soon as she entered the cockpit. The cockpit space, which was not large to begin with, seemed even narrower at this moment.

Huang Quan's breathing could even reach An Ming's ears, but she was unaware of it, and her eyes were full of yearning and curiosity for the Iron Cavalry.

This is really hard for An Ming. Not only does he have to drive the cavalry to burn life energy, but he also has to be careful not to make the space even smaller.