Chapter 87 The Bottleneck Has Been Loosened! (1/2)

That intense heat, enough to scorch the heavens, burned for only a second in Yan Yu's eyes before turning into silent ashes.

The anxiety that had been weighing on my mind vanished in an instant.

Ever since he formed a pact with this little girl, he's been constantly on edge, always afraid that he's not strong enough to protect her.

Now, he felt completely relaxed. He finally had the ability to protect the little girl better. That was wonderful.

His gaze fell back to the upturned little face in his arms. The so-called cultivation technique couldn't pique his interest at all. Now, Yan Yu only had one thought in his mind.

The man lowered his head, his previous ferocity gone, as if he wanted to devour her whole. Instead, he resembled a devout believer, placing a precious kiss on her smooth, full forehead.

This blow was as light as a feather, yet as heavy as a promise made for a lifetime.

"Tangtang..."

He buried his face in the warm, fragrant crook of her neck, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe. "Sleep for a while, hmm?"

The man's voice was low and hoarse, carrying the satisfaction of fading desire.

"After you fall asleep, I'll go to the back hill to cut some branches and build the pergola in the yard for you."

"When it gets cooler at night, shall we plant the grapevines again?"

Ruan Tang was so overwhelmed by his cool yet domineering aura that her bones almost melted. She let out a dazed "Mmm" and her whole body went limp like a puddle of spring water.

The smile in Yan Yu's eyes was as sweet as honey, almost overflowing.

He bent down and carefully carried her to the center of the kang (a heated brick bed), pulled the thin quilt over her, and then reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair from her cheek behind her ear.

He only got up after the little girl's breathing became light and long, turning back every few steps.

Yan Yu thought for a moment, then turned and went into the west room.

He picked up the spirit beast pouch that he had casually tossed onto the soft couch, without any expression on his face.

The bag opening was loosened.

A white shadow rolled out.

Little White was sleeping soundly on its back, belly up, and was a little confused when it was suddenly moved to a different spot.

It shook its little head, opened its eyes, and lo and behold! It was facing Yan Yu's magnified, handsome face, the face that the mouse hated most, most, most in its life!

"grumble!"

Xiaobai got furious in a second!

Its white fur stood on end, and it was about to bare its two small sharp teeth and fight the bad man when suddenly something fragrant and crispy was stuffed into its mouth.

Um?

It looked down and saw that between its two little paws, there was a nut biscuit bigger than its face.

That rich, fragrant nutty aroma permeated its nostrils.

Little White, who was about to throw a tantrum, was completely dumbfounded while holding the pancake.

This...this is that bad man's sugar-coated bullet!

Before it could decide whether to die rather than submit or to sell out its master and eat the food with tears in its eyes, the skin on the back of its neck tightened, and the whole mouse was lifted up and then floated lightly to the side of Ruan Tang's pillow.

The pillow was soft and fragrant, filled with the owner's scent.

Yan Yu glanced at the little creature clutching its snacks, having even forgotten its anger, and a faint smile flickered in his dark eyes.

He lowered his voice, his tone commanding, which also signaled the unspoken "ceasefire" between the two males.

"Protect her."

After saying that, he turned and left the house, then carefully locked the courtyard gate from the inside.

Yan Yu carried a basket on his back and, instead of taking the main road, went directly up the mountain via the path behind the house.

He moved quickly and steadily, like a black panther darting into the forest, silently disappearing into the depths of the maple grove.

He found several dead maple trees, drew his machete from his waist, tensed his arm muscles, and with a few crisp "snap! snap!" sounds, cleanly and neatly chopped off the thick tree trunks and stored them in his spatial storage.

Next, he cleared the tree roots and replanted saplings, a habit he had developed in the apocalypse.

Yan Yu squatted down, plunging his hands directly into the solid soil, while simultaneously activating the "Kun Yuan Golden Soul Technique" he had just learned.