Chapter 1635: 33 Heavens, Can't You Take It Slow?
Chapter 1635: Chapter 1635: 33 Heavens, Can’t You Take It Slow?
Snowflakes fluttered from the sky, covering the land already buried under an unknown depth of snow like willow catkins. A person, stepping into this snowfield, would sink as though into a swamp, swallowed up in an instant.
A carriage pulled by Flying Dragon Horses glided smoothly over the vast snowy terrain, leaving behind only faint traces as if a swallow had skimmed the surface.
However, the carriage jostled violently.
Occasionally, a moan would escape. Given that the carriage was actually an air-transportation spiritual artifact with superior sound insulation, one could hardly imagine how loud a noise had to be for it to be heard outside.
The north wind howled as though ghosts were wailing and wolves were baying.
That voice was soft and fine as silk, mingled with the wind’s cutting edge, it could instantly induce a racing heart and a fevered body, as tender as a lover’s caress over one’s skin.
What followed were the gruff pants of a man, like the growl of a fierce beast, the rhythm initially slow, but in a moment quickening as if in a sprint, each breath overtaking the last. The woman’s pleas for mercy carried through, overpowering the wind and snow in an interwoven chorus that resounded across the expansive northern continent.
This was the northernmost land of the 33 Heavens, where the carriage had been traveling for nearly a month, beginning from the night of the full moon, with the sounds accompanying its journey without cessation.
The carriage gradually slowed, the carriage window was opened, revealing an enchantingly beautiful face, along with a man’s bare upper body, his delicate skin like silk, covered with fine beads of sweat that glittered like light playing over his skin, his chest and abdominal muscles tight, brimming with an arousing power.
“What’s the matter?” The man with dark purple eyes glanced forward, a suspicious strand of Silver Thread lingering on his crimson lips, somewhat displeased.
“Your Majesty, we’ve reached the checkpoint at the Ash Snow Plains, and we’ll soon leave the plains. The Spirit God Clan has set up a checkpoint just beyond, fearing they’re looking for both Your Majesties!” The Flying Dragon Horse reported dutifully.
Upon hearing this, a voice came from the carriage, someone visibly relieved. The man turned to look, where on the snow-white fur blanket, legs slightly bent, she appeared even more sensual and captivating.
“Beiting Huang, you heard that too. We’ll soon be busy, and that Spirit God Clan’s checkpoint may well be the onset of a great battle!”
Despite the countless times of being pierced by a foreign object, Beiting Huang still shuddered with every entry, her cheeks flushing deep red and her eyes swimming with intoxicating charm, compelling Yan Ye to act with increased fervor.
Ever since their arrival in the 33 Heavens, Qiong Qi and the four guards, sensing Yan Ye’s return, had telepathically informed them that Beiting Huang’s parents had returned to the Land of Hidden Fog. Though they were merely lying low there, they were very safe, so Yan Ye no longer felt such urgency to hasten their journey.
He had brought her to the north, to a place so desolate that not even a bird could be seen.