Rebirth of the Beautiful Repaying Gratitude: Quick Transmigration and Childbirth System

"Are you trying to say, Flower God... please respect yourself?"

Liu Qianyu chuckled and asked him mischievously.

She raised her hand gently and touched Jun Muhan's slightly hot cheek with her fingertips.

The delicate and silky touch of the fingertips made Jun Muchan's body tremble involuntarily.

Liu Qianyu stood on tiptoe and leaned close to Jun Muchan's ear, her warm breath intertwined with her whispers.

"Self-respect? Lord God, why do you and I have to be so distant?"

Jun Muchan felt the warm breath beside his ear and felt panicked.

How can this be called a flower god?

It's clearly a flower demon!

Extremely tempting and alluring.

The desire that he had not experienced in hundreds of thousands of years surged up in him, making him feel extremely embarrassed.

Jun Muhan quickly covered his nose. Before Liu Qianyu could react, Jun Muhan had already used his spiritual power. His figure flashed and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Looking at the ripples he left behind, slowly spreading.

Liu Qianyu couldn't help but laugh out loud, and her clear and pleasant laughter echoed in the water of the Xuanshuang Jade Pool.

Jun Muhan shuttled awkwardly among the sea of ​​clouds.

"My Lord, are you running away?"

The teasing voice of the mythical beast Qilin sounded in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Jun Muhan sighed softly, "When did you become so talkative?"

"Lord God, you should just admit defeat! You have fallen into her hands more than once."

Xiao Ling laughed, her tone full of teasing.

Jun Muhan did not refute.

He really couldn't deny that his feelings for Liu Qianyu were beyond his control.

"Forget it. Take me to those places where we have been together. I want to see them in person. Maybe I can remember something."

"As you command, Lord God."

The mythical beast Qilin transformed into a stream of light and took Jun Muhan across the sea of ​​clouds, visiting one by one the places in his memories where he and Liu Qianyu had experienced together.

A love affair spanning thousands of years, spanning the four seas and eight wildernesses, they traveled through more than ten days and finally arrived at the abyss of chaos.

The mythical beast Qilin transformed into a ray of light and returned to the depths of Jun Muhan's consciousness.

"Lord God, you once killed the Netherworld Soul Devouring Beast here and saved the Flower God from danger."

The voice of Qilin echoed, but Jun Muhan remained silent for a long time. His deep gaze penetrated the chaos, but he only saw a blank memory.

He sighed softly, unable to hide the disappointment in his eyes.

At this time, Liu Qianyu came on the fairy wind, her smile was as beautiful as a flower, her voice was like the song of an oriole, and she was gentle but playful.

"Lord God, do you need me to help you recall?"

Jun Muhan's eyes darkened and his Adam's apple moved slightly, as if he was bewitched by her brilliant smile.

"I'm sorry, I forgot."

His voice was low and hoarse, revealing his inner struggle and helplessness.

Liu Qianyu smiled and deliberately slowed down her speech, her voice full of temptation.

"This is where you and I had our first kiss."

Jun Muhan turned his face away, avoiding her beautiful smiling eyes, and a blush unconsciously appeared on the tips of his ears.

Liu Qianyu stood on tiptoe and gently stroked his half-black and half-silver hair. She brushed her red lips against his cheek and whispered softly in his ear.

"Why not kiss again? Maybe the memory will be revived."

Jun Muhan felt a little dazed, but he was bewitched and closed his eyes obediently.

Then, she gently pressed her lips against his.

Soft, tender, fragrant and smooth, it seems to have endless magic.

He originally thought that kissing was just a simple touch of lips and teeth, but he didn't know that he could do whatever he wanted after sucking on the girl.

Liu Qianyu's aura quietly bewitched him, seduced him, and taught him.

Teach him how to get drunk in this kiss.

Jun Muchan's fingers involuntarily slipped into Liu Qianyu's hair, and he responded to her emotionally and tenderly.

He felt a desire from the depths of his soul, and his heart trembled inexplicably. It was an excitement and excitement that he had never experienced before.

Jun Muhan immaturely took the initiative and led this passionate kiss.

One of his hands gently supported Liu Qianyu's head, and the other hand tightly embraced her slender waist. The two of them kissed passionately.

Grinding, sucking, he learned very quickly.

The kiss was devout and devoted, lingering and intoxicating.

After a series of deep kisses, Liu Qianyu snuggled in Jun Muchan's arms, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

His heart was beating so hard that it seemed about to burst through the confines of his chest.

At this moment, Jun Muhan's heart was like the surging waves, unable to calm down.

The blood rushed, and a strange and turbulent tide of emotion surged in his body, eager to find an outlet for release.

It made him feel overwhelmed and his voice trembled.

"Flower God, I... need some time to calm down."

Liu Qianyu looked at his panic-stricken look and couldn't help but chuckle.

Jun Muhan's face instantly turned red when he heard her smile. He turned into a stream of light and disappeared on the spot like a star across the night sky.

From the abyss of chaos, returning to the solemn and deserted Shenwu Palace.

The hall was empty and silent. Only the sound of his footsteps echoed in the emptiness. It seemed particularly clear, knocking on his troubled heart.

Jun Muhan noticed something strange: an exquisite royal blue sachet was around his waist, swaying gently with his steps.

He was slightly stunned, then he untied the belt around his waist and took off the sachet.

The sachet was embroidered with delicate patterns and emitted a faint floral scent; it was obviously a woman's item.

Without thinking too much, he knew that this was Liu Qianyu's masterpiece.

Jun Muhan carefully untied the drawstring of the sachet, and a stronger floral fragrance instantly filled the air, as if the entire bedroom was gently wrapped in this fragrance.

As the band was loosened, bunches of gorgeous flowers seemed to be unsealed and rushed out of the sachet.

Red as fire, yellow as gold, white as snow, colorful and beautiful.

Jun Muchan stood there in a daze, his hands involuntarily catching these sudden flowers, and his arms were instantly filled with flowers of various colors.

He looked down at the clusters of vibrant flowers, as if he could see Liu Qianyu, her smiling face like a flower, and her silvery laughter echoing in his ears.

Jun Muhan lowered his head and pressed close to the petals, gently sniffing the fragrance. The gentle movement seemed like a kiss.

The floral scent was rich but not greasy, just like Liu Qianyu's scent, which made him intoxicated.

He chuckled helplessly.

He thought that he might really be like what Qilin said.

I have fallen into her hands more than once.

Jun Muhan looked around and found that his bedroom was so empty. There was no decoration at all, and he couldn't even find a home for these flowers.

Jun Muhan raised his wrist slightly, and his palm contained endless mysteries. In an instant, a glittering vase appeared in his palm, dazzling and gorgeous.

With gentle movements, he carefully placed the beautiful flowers in his arms into the vase one by one.

Jun Muhan looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction and couldn't help but reveal a rare smile.

He tapped his fingers lightly, mobilized his spiritual power, and slowly injected it into the vase.

Spiritual energy circulates in the vase, transforming into a warm and gentle force, nourishing each flower, making them more colorful and eye-catching and everlasting.

The flowers in the vase, some in bud and some in full bloom, are intertwined and competing with each other, forming a pleasing natural beauty.

Just like Liu Qianyu's casual personality, she cannot be ignored.

Only with her, and only in front of her, would he lose the composure that had remained unchanged for hundreds of thousands of years.

He stood in front of the vase, admiring the flowers, with the corners of his mouth rising unconsciously.

Suddenly, Jun Muhan's heart sank, as if it was being tightened by an invisible force.

The spiritual power and cultivation he injected into Liu Qianyu's body were now fluctuating violently, like the sea in a storm, foreshadowing an unprecedented crisis.

The strong sense of uneasiness was like ice piercing his bones. He immediately turned into silver light, cut through the sky, and headed straight towards Liu Qianyu.