NABC Chapter 88 The Angelic Miss After Her Bath: A Blurred Line Between Reality and Dream
Chapter 88 The Angelic Miss After Her Bath: A Blurred Line Between Reality and Dream
Chapter 88 The Angelic Miss After Her Bath: A Blurred Line Between Reality and Dream
Jiang Ci'an looked up and saw Miss Angel walking slowly towards him. She had probably just finished bathing, as her long golden hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her skin had a faint pinkish hue with a warm glow, like a piece of mutton fat jade that had been moistened by warm water.
She wore a gold silk slip dress, revealing a small section of her delicate collarbone, below which were full curves supported by her proud figure.
The delicate straps drape over rounded shoulders, connecting to the silky smooth fabric that cascades down the body's lines, gleaming with a subtle yet luxurious sheen under the lights.
She approached lazily, then, like a languid big cat, carrying the dampness and scent of shower gel, she pressed herself against me.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him close from both sides, and unceremoniously encircled him in her embrace.
"You're clearly a Soul Master, and you're clearly younger than me, yet you can still fight me to this extent. You're really hard to understand."
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Her voice was soft, but there was a hint of disappointment in her tone.
Over the past year, she has made rapid progress in the Killing City, fighting her way up from level 56 to level 87, and she can't help but feel a little proud.
I thought that without resorting to strange methods, my chances of winning would be much higher these days, but who would have thought that our sparring would turn out like this...
All I can say is that the slight pride she had gained from her rapid growth over this period has been completely wiped out by today's battle.
You see, she had previously planned that once she was strong enough, she would definitely pin this guy to the ground and make him pay back double for all the things he had done to her.
Unfortunately, it seems there's probably no chance now. Perhaps there'll be a tiny possibility after becoming a god?
Jiang Ci'an shook his head. "You don't need to compare yourself to me."
He felt the soft, heavy warmth of the body beneath the silk nightgown, glanced at the nightgown so thin it could almost trace the curve of her waist and hips, and at the neckline slightly open due to her prone position.
His gaze paused, and he said calmly, "The paths you and I are on are different. For you, completing the divine test and becoming the God of Angels will be much simpler."
Qian Renxue blinked, her blue eyes filled with curiosity, but she didn't seem inclined to ask any further questions.
Anyway, this guy won't harm her, so she should just follow his instructions.
She nuzzled his cheek with her nose, adjusted her position, and placed her weight more evenly on him. She crossed her legs and lifted them up, causing her nightgown to slip down her thighs more unintentionally, revealing a section of warm, fair skin.
"By the way, the year-long agreement is almost up, isn't it? When are we heading back to the Spirit Hall?"
She is now really looking forward to seeing her grandfather's expression when he sees her cultivation level after she goes back.
Thinking back, Grandpa will finally be able to relax and let her stay with this guy... Even if Grandpa disagreed, she'd still run away with him anyway...
Hearing her words, Jiang Ci'an shook his head, "There's no rush. We'll go back after you complete the next test and receive your title."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently touched her brow with his fingertips.
Suddenly, Qian Renxue discovered that a new method had appeared in her mind.
The method of condensing the soul core.
Qian Renxue's gaze became more serious, and her previously languid demeanor softened slightly. Jiang Ci'an then slowly explained, "This is the method for condensing a 'Soul Core,' which can assist in breaking through to higher titles and ultimate realms to a certain extent. Familiarize yourself with it first, and then condense it when you break through to a higher title in a while."
Qian Renxue mentally flipped through the pages, her blue eyes flickering slightly.
A moment later, she looked at Jiang Ci'an again, her tone carrying an indescribable emotion.
"You're giving me this kind of thing again? Aren't you afraid I'll find out?"
"I trust you."
He paused, then added, "If you want to spread it around, that's fine, just remember to leave my name attribution."
Qian Renxue pursed her lips, said nothing, then leaned closer and hugged her even tighter.
Jiang Ci'an, who was slightly suffocated by the angel's embrace:
As he gently inhaled the milky scent of the shower gel lingering around his nose and the clean smell of her skin, feeling its heavy warmth and softness, Jiang Ci'an sighed.
He really wanted to say that it wouldn't matter if the news got out, since it was just a virtual world anyway.
He even gave Miss Angel the complete set of "Body Tempering Method" and "Mind Concentration Meditation Method", along with the method of "Self-Condensing Soul Bones".
He planned to have Miss Angel spread these techniques through the Spirit Hall when the time was right. This would allow him to collect more sample data and also see if he could use the power of faith from spreading the techniques to conduct research.
But seeing the angel girl holding him tightly, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.
Forget it.
As long as she's happy.
The room fell silent, and time slowly passed in that quiet.
reality.
Heavenly Soul Empire, Jialing Pass.
In an ordinary hotel room, a blonde, blue-eyed girl sat on the edge of the bed, holding a long sword in her hands, her eyes reflecting the crimson-gold light flowing from the sword.
The sword is long and slender, its entire body glowing with crimson gold. Its surface is engraved with complex and ancient divine patterns, radiating a blazing and sacred aura that makes the entire guest room warm and bright.
"Angel's Holy Sword".
Ye Guyi held the sword, her heart beating slightly faster.
As the inheritor of the Holy Angel Martial Soul, she had heard the legend of the Angel God since childhood, and naturally knew about the Angel God—
A highly representative angelic sword.
However, she never imagined that one day she would be able to touch it with her own hands.
As she was watching, Ye Guyi suddenly sensed something, looked up, and saw a phantom figure slowly appearing in front of her.
It has six wings on its back, golden hair and blue eyes, an exquisitely beautiful and holy face, and a soft golden light emanating from its body.
"Senior, you're awake!"
Ye Guyi's tone was filled with surprise, but she noticed that the illusory figure's eyes were unfocused, as if it were somewhat out of sorts. "Senior, what's wrong?"
Ye Guyi spoke with concern, and Qian Renxue snapped out of her reverie and shook her head.
"It's nothing, I just... thought of some things from the past again."
She paused, her gaze falling on Ye Guyi, and changed the subject: "Although the Angel Godhood is incomplete now, the Angel Holy Sword is complete. I will temporarily reside in your body along with them. Before long, your Martial Soul will be able to transform into a six-winged angel."
Ye Guyi's eyes lit up. "Thank you, senior!"
Qian Renxue shook her head, her tone indifferent.
"No need to thank me. Your increased strength will make it easier for me to find a way to restore my divine status."
"Understood!" Ye Guyi nodded earnestly, her blue eyes filled with no doubt, only a pure, almost religious devotion.
Qian Renxue nodded slightly and said nothing more.
She lowered her eyes, recalling the memories that flooded her mind like a dream.
The method of condensing soul cores... is this really something that should have appeared ten thousand years ago?
Are those memories real or fake?
I can't tell...
She really couldn't tell the difference.
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