ATSWM Chapter 48.2

Chapter 48.2 Passion On The Dragon Palace

Now, her big faced flower is half a big-teenager tall! The spiritless flower plate suddenly looked over. It looked like a millstone, really capable of scaring people.

It was sticking to the side, making You Wuming who was looking at it twitched the corner of his mouth.

Then the big faced flower lifted the two drooping leaves and with the tip of one leaf against the tip of another leaf, it began to weave the spiritual vine in a fast speed.

Strands of swaying spiritual vines were woven out, then swam out along the fake landscape on the roof, climbed to the carved wooden window lattice of each room, and probe into the room.

Sang Yuanyuan’s mind also followed after.

What a bunch of pleasure seekers and gold fans, all kinds of young men and women!

All styles of wonderful poses that are unheard of, were in this ocean landscape. The Dragon Girl Palace of Eastern Sea is indeed really unique. All the courtesans are like eels and squid, their movements are as difficult as doing gymnastics.

Sang Yuanyuan even clicked her tongue in wonder when she saw it. From time to time, she would exclaim a little.

“Little Mulberry,” You Wuming leaned to her ear, and asked in a gloomy voice, “Is it for the sake of entrancing me in the future that you looked at it so seriously?”

Sang Yuanyuan hurriedly put on a serious appearance.

She soon found Jiang Jinzhen.

The white body of the Clam Goddess was too recognizable.

She actually folded into two right angles and cooperated with Jiang Jinzhen perfectly. The two’s foreheads touched each other’s, and there was star light inside the peach blossom eyes of the Clam Goddess that slowly twirled, which enchanted Jiang Jinzhen so much that he would even wish to die at this moment.

Tsk.

Sang Yuanyuan took back the spiritual vines and pointed forward.

“That one.”

You Wuming embraced her, swept past between two corals lightly, then squatted down and picked up a piece of glazed tile.

On the huge fan-shaped cloud bed, the Clam Goddess changed her posture again.

The part exposed from Jiang Jinzhen’s side is really resembling the white and soft meat of a clam. What a strange shape they were in that ordinary people can’t even think of.

You Wuming squinted his eyes and looked inside. His eyebrows jumped unconsciously, and he leaned closer: “Tsk.”

There seemed to be a cool breeze blowing at the back of his neck. He looked back and saw that sang was looking at him gloomily with a forced smile.

He opened his eyes wide, closed the glazed tile and tilted his head to complain: “Little Mulberry! What’s so good about Jiang Jinzhen’s figure? You’ve been dazedly looking at it for a long time!”

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Sang Yuanyuan: “……” Is this ‘the wicked are first to complain’?

He took out the Bai Clan’s Magical Dew in his arms and handed it to her.

“Use all, don’t leave even a drop.” He solemnly exhorted.

The corners of Sang Yuanyuan’s lips twitched: “It doesn’t have to be that much? Didn’t it say that more than two drops can kill people? “

Then, she understood immediately. He wanted to prove to her that he didn’t intend to leave even a drop for his own use.

Suppressing the urge to laugh, she lifted up the glazed tile, wrapped the two small bottles of Bai Clan’s Magical Dew with thin spiritual vines, and entered the room.

On the side of the fan-shaped cloud bed, there is an exquisite transparent pot, which is filled with fruit wine. Just by the look of its color and lustre, it feels very refreshing and thirst quenching.

Sang Yuanyuan controlled the spiritual vine, hanging it mid air and dropped the peach-colored Bai Clan’s Magical Dew down to the mouth of the pot.

Two bottles, not a drop left. The spiritual vine shook, and the two empty bottles fell askew on the silk carpet beside the cloud bed.

After a short while, Jiang Jinzhen’s ghost roar went down gradually, leaving only the wheezing sound.

“Young Master, please take a rest for a while. This slave will take a bath and come back to serve you.” The Clam Goddess said coquettishly.

“How about it?” Jiang Jinzhen gasped and asked, “You have served so many men, isn’t this Young Master the most powerful one?”

“Of course it is! This slave even almost died!” The Clam Goddess twisted her waist, poked him with her finger, and then swayed towards the back of the screen.

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