144: Queen Medusa awakens

The colorful little snake, which had been comfortably licking the Violet Crystal Source in his palm, suddenly stiffened!

Deep within its pure, innocent colorful snake eyes, an extremely profound, cold, and majestic purple light, like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky, suddenly lit up! It instantly dispelled all innocence and naivety.

An indescribable terrifying pressure, like the collapse of a ten-thousand-foot ice mountain, emanated from the little snake's tiny body without warning! Though faint, it carried an absolute will to rule the world, originating from the depths of its soul.

Mo Yuhan's hairs instantly stood on end.

His heart felt as if it was tightly clutched by an invisible large hand. The merged strange flames of his Xuan Huang Purple Flame and Azure Lotus Core Flame within him seemed to sense a great threat, violently swaying in his Qi cyclone.

The little snake's body began to emit a hazy colorful glow, which grew brighter and brighter, completely enveloping its form.

Within the light, its form began to expand, distort, and transform at a speed visible to the naked eye!

In just a few breaths, the hazy colorful glow dispersed.

In Mo Yuhan's palm, where was the colorful little snake?

A woman, a woman capable of eclipsing the sun and moon, was curled up, lying on her side in Mo Yuhan's open palm... or rather, due to the change in her form, she was now almost half-leaning, half-resting in Mo Yuhan's arm.

It was Queen Medusa.

Her appearance was identical to the previous energy projection, even more real and breathtaking.

Her skin, as fair as jade, seemed to glow softly under the setting sun's afterglow. Her long black hair cascaded like a waterfall, with a few strands even brushing Mo Yuhan's wrist, bringing a slight tickle.

Her narrow purple eyes slowly opened. As her gaze shifted, there was no longer the previous innocence, only an unfathomable coldness, confusion, and a hint of newly awakened, abyssal majesty.

But what made Mo Yuhan's breathing stop was her attire... or rather, her almost complete lack of attire.

Her body was only covered by a few strange, scale-like, iridescent light-sheets, formed from colorful energy, adhering closely to her skin.

These light-sheets were extremely economical with fabric, merely covering the most crucial intimate areas.

Her full, round, snow-white peaks were barely supported by two curved iridescent light-scales, creating a breathtaking cleavage.

Below her slender waist, connected a pair of delicate, long legs, shimmering with an enchanting luster in the sunset.

Her flat abdomen, smooth back, long neck, rounded shoulders... large expanses of snowy, smooth skin were fully exposed to the cool air, exposed to Mo Yuhan's close-up gaze.

That ultimate allure, that fatal temptation combining queenly majesty with serpentine wildness, was infinitely magnified against the golden glow of the sunset and the shimmering water of the pond.

Especially since she seemed to have just awakened from slumber, her eyes still held a hint of initial daze and confusion, her brows slightly furrowed as if she was trying to recall something. The unintentional laziness and vulnerability she revealed formed an irresistible attraction.

She seemed not fully awake, her body instinctively seeking warmth and support.

Her cool, smooth long legs unconsciously swayed gently, brushing against Mo Yuhan's calf, sending a shiver through him.

She tilted her head slightly, her smooth forehead unconsciously resting against Mo Yuhan's tensed arm muscles, a few strands of hair with a peculiar fragrance brushing his chin.

A scent mixed with a cool body fragrance and a faint, peculiar aroma entered Mo Yuhan's nostrils. Their posture at this moment was extremely intimate.

Mo Yuhan's entire body was rigid, like a stone statue.

He could clearly feel the astonishing elasticity and cool, smooth touch of the delicate body in his arm, and he could feel her faint, slightly hot breath on the skin of his neck.

His mind was blank, his blood seemed to rush to his head, and his heartbeat pounded like a drum in his ears.

He could even feel the Azure Lotus Core Flame, which he had just subdued, restlessly stirring in his Qi cyclone at his waist.

Queen Medusa's narrow purple eyes slowly moved, and her cold and confused gaze finally slowly focused, landing on Mo Yuhan's face, which was filled with shock, embarrassment, and a hint of unhidden admiration and panic from a young man, close at hand.

Their eyes met.

The air seemed to solidify at this moment. Only the gurgling of the pond and the rustling of the leaves in the breeze remained in the Oasis.

The golden glow of the sunset cast a hazy halo over this strange and ambiguous scene.

Queen Medusa's red lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something. In her deep purple eyes, coldness and confusion intertwined, finally transforming into an unspeakable, complex scrutiny, as if piercing through time and space.

Mo Yuhan held his breath, his muscles tensed to the extreme, not daring to move a single finger. Only one thought echoed wildly in his mind: She's awake! Queen Medusa... is awake!

The setting sun melted into gold, dyeing the Oasis pond a flowing amber. A gentle breeze swept through, rippling golden fragments across the water, and the green grass on the bank swayed, rustling softly.

Yet, within this tranquility, a soul-freezing tremor solidified.

Mo Yuhan's body was as rigid as a weathered stone pillar in the desert, even his faintest breath ceased.

The heavy sensation in his arm was cool and smooth, carrying a breathtaking softness and elasticity. It was not the obstruction of fabric, but the most direct, unmasked contact of skin.

Queen Medusa—or rather, the queen's will that once dominated the Tagor Desert, now occupying the dominant consciousness of this newly formed body—was leaning against him.

The golden glow of the sunset seemed to particularly favor her, outlining every breathtaking curve of her form.

Her black hair, like the most luxurious purple silk, was scattered loosely over Mo Yuhan's arm and lap, a few strands even playfully weaving into his slightly parted fingers due to tension, bringing a subtle itch.

Beneath her hair was a forehead as smooth as jade, now unconsciously resting against the tensed muscles of his arm, conveying a hint of cool slipperiness.

Moving down from her forehead were her slightly furrowed, upswept brows, a trace of initial confusion lingering between them, yet not detracting from her innate, seemingly bone-deep nobility and aloofness.

Most breathtaking were her slowly opening eyes. Her narrow eye shape, with slightly upturned outer corners, outlined an inherent charm that could captivate all beings.

Her pupils were a profound, almost enchanting purple, as if containing swirling nebulae, flowing with coldness, scrutiny, and a hint of newly solidified majesty that seemed to penetrate the soul.

At this moment, these eyes were fixed unblinkingly, with a scrutinizing and unfamiliar coldness, on Mo Yuhan's face, which was filled with shock, embarrassment, and a young man's unhidden admiration and panic.

His gaze shifted downwards, to the breathtaking peaks.

The strange, scale-like, iridescent light-sheets formed from colorful energy, like the most frugal artist, used only two exquisite curved light-scales to barely support those full, round, proudly erect snow-white peaks.

Colorful faint light flowed along the edges of the light-scales, forming a strong and fatal contrast with the delicate, snow-white skin beneath.

A deep cleavage appeared faintly under the compression, exuding a silent temptation in the warm light of the sunset.

With her faint breaths, those full curves gently rose and fell, each subtle tremor seemingly striking Mo Yuhan's taut nerves.