Chapter 78: A world where only mice get hurt has been achieved... (1/3)

The five-colored light on the array split in two with the spiritual power and entered the souls of the two people.

The power of the Daoist Couple Contract bound the two together completely at this moment, for all eternity.

The afternoon sun in the courtyard suddenly became scorching hot, as if everything that had just happened had never occurred.

Ruan Tang remained standing there, motionless.

A wonderful, indescribable feeling exploded in her mind.

It was as if a window had been forcibly opened in her head, and across the window was Yan Yu's soul.

She can "see".

The crimson storm deep within the man's soul was subsiding; the surging tsunami was receding, revealing a desolate wasteland full of cracks.

But the next second, a surge of ecstasy from the soul swept across the parched land like sweet dew, and in the midst of desolation, grass grew and flowers bloomed in an instant, radiant and beautiful.

That brilliance was pure and dazzling.

“My Tangtang…”

"We've got him."

"I am yours, Tangtang."

These thoughts were so intense, like red-hot irons branding Ruan Tang's soul, causing both pain and numbness.

It's strange, why is she so happy?

Overwhelmed by the joy and relaxation in her heart, her physical exhaustion was instantly overwhelmed.

My eyelids felt like they were filled with lead, drooping downwards.

Her body went limp, and she fell into the man's slightly cool embrace.

Ruan Tang found a comfortable position in the man's broad arms, buried her head, and fell asleep.

Yan Yu felt the little girl in his arms lose all her strength in an instant, and her breathing became light and long.

The man's smiling eyes were filled with a soft, subtle light.

He gently took the little girl into his arms and carried her back into the house.

Yan Yu gently placed Ruan Tang on the bed. Looking at the little girl's red and swollen eyes, with tear stains still wet on her long eyelashes, he felt a pang of sadness and a tightness in his chest.

Yan Yu got up and went to the kitchen, scooped up a ladle of cool spiritual spring water, soaked a towel in it, wrung it out, and returned to the bedside.

A cool towel, carrying a faint spiritual aura, was placed over Ruan Tang's slightly swollen eyes, repeated several times until the swelling subsided. Only then was the little girl's hair loosened so she could sleep more comfortably.

After doing all this, he wiped his own face before lying down next to her.

He turned to his side, his eyes lingering greedily on her sleeping face.

Their souls are bound together.

This feeling... is fucking good.

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The night grew deeper and deeper.

Neither of them remembered that the mental domain hadn't been removed yet, and there was a treasure-hunting rat that the two had forgotten, perched on the wall, swaying precariously in the wind.

Xiao Bai was quite principled at first.

Its furry rear end faces the yard, as if to show its dignity as a mouse.