As she spoke, she stood up straight from Huo Yuhao's embrace. Already tall, she now grasped Huo Yuhao's shoulders, and the two could almost look each other in the eye.
"Yuhao, have you ever kissed Dong'er?" Wang Qiu'er smiled. Her stunningly beautiful face unfolded like a myriad of blossoming flowers.
Huo Yuhao gently nodded his head.
Wang Qiu'er slowly closed her eyes, letting her long, curled lashes rest on her lower eyelids, and gently lifted her face, "Kiss me."
Huo Yuhao smiled as well. He could feel his own weakness; the power that had endured through generations had come to its end. In this brief moment, they had already fled miles away, and even a Titled Douluo would not be able to find them without conducting a large-scale search.
The Spiritual Power in his Sea of Spirit, after being completely burned by the Three Ultimate Moves of Haodong, had also reached its limit. He was nearing the end of his life as well.
Farewell, Dong'er, Qiu'er, forever.
