Chapter 90: Beauty is like yellow earth

Beauty is like yellow earth.

The man's unbearable rapid breathing sprayed onto Fu Guang's ear side; Fu Guang noticed that Lan'an's heartbeat was somewhat faster than usual.

She recalled what Xiao Lan had said: "The shark people should only be this one before her."

The man's arms kept tightening, exerting force to the point that Fu Guang had a momentary illusion as if he wanted to fuse her into flesh and blood, never to be separated.

The long blue tail, at this moment like a chain, wound tightly around her tail, leaving no gap.

Lan'an's originally cold body temperature began to rise; the scales originally hidden beneath his skin appeared on his face, just as when he had previously indulged in slaughter.

Scorching breath brushed past her neck; Lan'an's aura became viscous, his mental power fluctuated rapidly, rising to an unprecedented threshold.

He is now extremely excited.

That long tail gauze moved to her abdomen, vaguely patting repeatedly; Fu Guang realized something.

She turned her head to look at the man beside her; two similar yet different faces faced each other, and Lan'an's temperature continued to rise.

The shark person's sharp claws retracted, his powerful arms encircled her waist, shaping a flesh-and-blood cage unique to Fu Guang.

"Are you seeking pleasure?" Fu Guang's voice turned somewhat cold; after her swollen brain accepted it, her voice became slightly distorted, but the coldness within could still be accurately felt even in the distorted voice.

Fu Guang stretched out her hand; the transparent thread turned blood-red, and his body involuntarily stiffened, maintaining a motion.

"Xiguang."

The silver-haired man silently lifted the girl from her colleague's embrace; the girl sat on his arm, her long, golden tail, as if forged of gold, hung down.

At this moment the girl's back was completely bare; his hand didn't know where to rest, his eyes darted with nowhere to settle, and his hand could only hover lightly over the girl's golden scales.

The golden fish tail in the dark, deep sea was more dazzling than a bright lamp; Xiguang's gaze uncontrollably fixated on that exquisitely crafted tail.

His gaze fell, then he restrained himself and looked away; after a moment he looked again, felt it improper, and lifted his gaze.

"Nice?" Fu Guang noticed the Sentinel's gaze, swayed her fish tail, but failed to keep her balance, nearly slipping off his arm.

Xiguang's hovering hand moved up, supporting the girl's waist, letting her steady her body.

The girl's waist was soft yet elastic; he suddenly stiffened.

Fu Guang turned her head; amidst her silver hair, her ears were red, and the masked man dared not look at her, avoiding her gaze.

If it were Lan'an, having such self-control would be nice; Fu Guang gave a cold, testing laugh.

The puppet thread exerted its full effect for the first time; all his muscles and bones no longer obeyed his command, via the fine red threads, coming under the control of the girl before him.

Perhaps out of the girl's pity, she still allowed him to breathe, so that his ears were filled only with his own heavy panting; it was also the first time that lust was completely aroused by a single person and completely held in her grasp.

Those same blue eyes simply gazed at her in a way that could be called sensual, thick desire rolling in his eyes.

Fu Guang was also seeing for the first time, in another's eyes, the pure, naked desire for her body.

Those who previously sought her had eyes filled with power lust and power desire...... The results of seeking her medicine, or perhaps the promise of vast resources from others, the pledge to enhance authority—these far outweighed such trivial desire.

After all, beautiful women and handsome men, in some people's eyes, possess no rare value; they can be obtained with a wave of the hand.

Beauty is like yellow earth.

Fu Guang was somewhat puzzled: why was his desire so fierce, overwhelming his reason, worth offending her for?

Does Lan'an not realize that his life lies solely in her single thought?

"Borrow the sword for a moment." The golden long sword pressed heavily in her hand, making her elbow sink, then instantly becoming light, just the weight she could lift.

Fu Guang toyed with the long sword; the blade's edge chilled, cutting visible ripples in the water; the sword's length exactly matched the distance between her and Lan'an, and Fu Guang lifted the shark person's chin with the tip.

Looking down from above, his throat was pointed at by a sharp weapon; Lan'an's whole fish was drawn from his fervent thoughts, and he trembled uncontrollably.

The shark-person girl with a golden fish tail slightly lowered her proud head; her blade-like blue-gold eyes looked down from above, penetrating his viscera, bones, and gazing deep into his soul.

Like a king seated high on a throne, dissatisfied with wanton subordinates who offend her.

The blade at his throat lightly thrust forward, the tip piercing his flesh; Lan'an remained entranced, gazing at the girl, his eyes deep as if a whirlwind had coiled, greedily taking in all of her.

"Lan'an, remember your identity: you are a Sentinel, not a beast; control your conduct."

The sharp sword tip slid across his throat, then across his chest, leaving a striking red mark that stopped at the blue flower over his heart.

The girl's fingertip lightly leapt up, then fell back onto the sword hilt: "If next time you can't control your body, how about going to scour the whole star system for medicinal herbs for me?"

Lan'an obviously wasn't afraid of death; the sword tip was sharp, but it couldn't easily wound another S-rank shark person; the shark person voluntarily withdrew the vigorous energy covering his body, so she could enact her will.

What weakness does that fearless shark person have?

Fu Guang returned the long sword to Xiguang; the red thread vanished from her hand; the shark person, as if just waking from a great dream, turned pale for a moment, and speaking with a slight tremor said, "No, you cannot."

The gold in the girl's pupils faded, revealing a dark depth like a lightless deep sea; the corners of her mouth curled into a smile, she donned her former perfect mask, and spoke softly, her voice dissipating in the waves.

For the Sentinel, intentionally capturing the girl's voice amidst the rather chaotic noise was a simple matter.

The words boomed in Lan'an's mind: "No, I can."

"Mating is instinct; I can understand, but now it is terribly untimely." A tender hand stroked his cheek; the earlier thunderous words instantly turned into honey, moistening his heart.

As soon as Fu Guang's words fell, she suddenly realized she had truly taken on the identity of a 'king,' awing subjects and comforting them.

She pondered a moment, then stopped overthinking; never mind, it was just some sweet talk, and she wouldn't lose anything.

Lan'an placed his hand on his chest and said, "I need to step away for a moment, master."

However, his burning, blazing eyes told Fu Guang that he still harbored some thoughts, only now they would be hidden in his heart.

"Go." Fu Guang's gaze had already been captured by her own scales; she didn't even look at him, casually waving her hand.

Lan'an flicked his tail and left, standing at a spot where the Sentinel could see but the Guide could not; he turned back to look at the girl playing with her own tail, his pupil color shifting between depths.