The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 891: 891 - A beautiful name

"Lingxi... that’s a beautiful name..." Yuehan murmured, a sweet smile spreading across her lips.

Beside her, Qingyi waved his hand through the air, and between his fingers materialized a device that resembled a cell phone, yet was quite different in shape—even if its purpose was much the same.

It appeared to be some sort of gadget built around highly advanced holograms, projecting high-definition, full-color screens into the air.

A 3D phone.

At its core, the device supported interplanetary communication when linked to specific signal towers, along with running games, videos, and offering access to a virtual world much like the internet.

As if that weren’t enough, it ran entirely on Qi. A single charge lasted around a hundred years and could be easily topped off by any cultivator above the Foundation Establishment realm.

An extremely useful little item, and Qingyi had bought one for himself and one for each of his wives.

Swiping his finger across the screen, he opened the gallery and picked out a photo of Lingxi.

In that picture, she looked adorable, as always—flashing a radiant smile as she hugged a teddy bear, wearing a beautiful purple dress that seemed to float around her tiny frame.

The instant Yuehan saw the image, her eyes widened. Even Huoyue slipped out from inside the sword, materializing beside them to gaze at that beautiful, enchanting little girl.

She was just... way too cute!

How could such an adorable little thing even exist?

As one of the highest-ranking figures in the Celestial Heaven, Yuehan had seen the children of incomparable experts throughout her life.

None of them were as unique and adorable as Lingxi. Not even close!

"Ah... it seems I’m going to love her too... when are we leaving? I don’t have any of my spatial treasures with me, so I’ll have to rely on you, Young Master Qingyi," Yuehan said, her voice striking the perfect balance between respect and casualness.

She was cold, yes, but there was a touch of affection in her eyes as she gazed at Qingyi.

Clearly, she was already excited to meet that adorable little dragon.

Huoyue was too—her eyes still glued to that chubby, cute little face that she would most certainly pinch gently, over and over, until the baby’s mother forcibly pried her away.

"How did a womanizing scoundrel like you manage to bring such a sweet little thing into the world?" Huoyue asked, reaching for the device and starting to scroll through the photos one by one, then the videos, diving into the countless memories of Lingxi so carefully preserved there.

"She takes after her mother... well, when it comes to being adorable. As for loving milk, she takes after her father," Qingyi teased, his eyes shamelessly drifting down to Huoyue’s enormous milk jugs.

The beautiful fire spirit froze for an instant, a vibrant red blooming across her cheeks like a freshly lit flame.

She blushed all the way to the tips of her ears and, with a defeated sigh, retreated back into the sword.

Qingyi and Yuehan exchanged a glance, held it for a brief moment, then burst into laughter together.

That silly little spirit...

Qingyi shook his head, a smile still playing at the corner of his lips. "I’m ready to leave, but I’d like to take a look around first," he said, extending a single hand toward Yuehan.

"Shall we go?"

The beauty hesitated for a moment, gazing at the strong hand offered to her.

Slowly, she reached out her own, intertwining her delicate fingers with his.

The two exchanged another glance, smiled, and then, in a single bound, soared into the air.

Yuehan closed her eyes, letting Qingyi guide her.

She felt the wind cutting through her hair, blue strands dancing around her face as Qingyi picked up more and more speed.

’It’s warm...’ she repeated to herself, her eyes opening and drifting toward the hand holding hers.

It was the first time she had ever held a man’s hand like that.

And it was far more pleasant than she had ever imagined it would be.

Recalling the earlier scene—Qingyi covering Huoyue with his cum—she blushed instantly, heat rushing up her neck.

Huoyue, despite all the cursing, had seemed to love every second of it. In fact, she had worn an unmistakable "I want more" look plastered across her face after swallowing every drop of Qingyi’s semen.

Would she like that, too?

Yuehan shook her head vigorously, scolding herself for letting her mind wander so far.

Something had changed.

There was something strange about her body—a natural attraction to that man, something she couldn’t explain.

Just looking at his broad back was enough to make her heart race uncontrollably.

What could be causing something like this?

Yuehan suspected some demonic technique meant to seduce women and brainwash them, but when she probed her own body, threading strands of Qi through every nook and cranny of herself, she felt absolutely nothing amiss.

Her body was perfect. Her Dantian, flawless. Her soul, crystal clear.

It was as if she had never even died to begin with.

If it wasn’t some kind of demonic technique or enchantment... then what could it be?

The beauty felt a sudden anxiety tighten around her chest, her eyes narrowing.

She couldn’t...

No... impossible.

Yuehan shook her head once more, trying to chase those thoughts away.

How could she possibly be in love with Qingyi?

She had barely met him.

Well... she had seen his cock and watched him cover a woman with his seed, but even so, they still barely knew each other.

Then Yuehan felt Qingyi’s hand gently squeeze hers—a warm, comforting touch—and she pushed those thoughts out of her mind.

She had more important things to focus on right now.

As for her feelings toward Qingyi... she’d talk it over with Ruxue later.

Finally, after a few minutes of flight, Qingyi hovered in midair, his hand sliding from hers down to Yuehan’s slender waist as he pulled her close against him.

He felt the weight of that voluptuous, perfect body press flush against his own, her full breasts squishing softly against his chest, the soft mounds spreading against him and molding to the firm plane of his pecs.

The generous curves of her hips nestled into the palm of his hand as if they had been sculpted to fit there perfectly and her soft thigh brushed against his as she adjusted her posture in the air.

"Do we really need to be this close?" Yuehan couldn’t help herself, though she still looked at Qingyi with a puzzled expression, her lips slightly parted, her breath brushing warmly against his jaw.