The rich red pool water gradually became clear as the life force of the dragon blood was absorbed by the three Swordsmen.
Jingya stood at the cave entrance, waiting expectantly; although she didn't dare to bathe in it, she was simply happy for Hiro.
After all, the Silver Swordsman was, in theory, already her fiancé.
"Mmm, so comfortable, it loosens muscles and invigorates bones!"
Walking barefoot to the edge of the pool, Nobi Hiroshi contentedly changed back into his silver set and stood in place, doing a few sets of large arm swings.
He clearly felt the changes within his body; this time, he truly had become an eighteen-times-a-night man, with absolutely no pretense.
No longer afraid of being bullied by his wife into a soft-legged shrimp, he could feel his heart beating powerfully, pumping out more blood, providing a continuous source of energy to his body.
It was just that his sworn brothers, not related by blood, were suffering greatly; they were more excited than ever before and simply couldn't control themselves.
Was this the price of immortality? So sensitive that even a cool breeze entering his pant leg while walking made Hiro pause.
With such a powerful side effect, even he was like this, let alone Jiatuos and Snaimis, Viscount behind him.
However, Jiatuos, just like in reality, roughly observed, was still a simple 3.8 cm, while Snaimis, Viscount could only be described as a normal person.
Hmm, it's estimated that Jiatuos can only play defense; attacking might be a bit difficult.
"Hiss, how can I, a dignified Silver Swordsman, appear before people in this state?"
"I must resolve this trouble first; this is too much of a pain. If it's this uncomfortable in the dream, won't I become a soft-legged shrimp when I return to reality?"
He looked up and then down, unable to meet his own gaze.
He couldn't suppress it or hide it; did he have to be self-sufficient?
Forget it, he preferred to gain without labor.
Watching others toil for him and then enjoying the fruits of their labor—wouldn't that be wonderful?
"Hiro, you're finally out! Have you all gained immortality?"
Leaning against the wall, Jingya and the others had been waiting at the cave entrance for a long time.
The girl excitedly trotted over, her maidenly fragrance like a poison, intensifying his sensory stimulation.
"Cough, cough, I have indeed gained immortality, but I still have something to resolve. Please wait for me for a moment."
"Jingya, come with me for a moment."
He hurriedly took her small hand and rushed into the valley in front of everyone.
Nobita and Doraemon didn't feel anything amiss; their thought processes were still very primitive.
But Jiatuos and Snaimis, Viscount were different; although they inherited the personalities of Fat Tiger and Xiao Fu, their experiences were those of local natives.
Especially when Nobi Hiroshi's face was extremely abnormal, and Jingya, when led away, also showed a blush that didn't belong to a boy's shyness.
They were instantly confused, especially Snaimis, Viscount, who knew that some nobles had rather peculiar habits.
Could it be that the Silver Swordsman's habit was…!!!
"Jiatuos, don't you think the Silver Swordsman is a bit strange? It feels like he's been constantly entangled with that boy these past few days."
He glanced at their retreating figures, asking in an exceptionally low voice.
After speaking, he pinched his arm, as if shaking off goosebumps.
"Uh, really? Actually, I think Bi Lu is quite cute."
Because of the dragon blood, Jiatuos's mind was already becoming muddled; he felt an inextinguishable flame in his chest.
His burning gaze had even fallen upon Nobita.
"Ah! Are you confused?"
Snaimis, Viscount was greatly alarmed.
"No, look over there, I think Nobi Nobinia is also very cute."
He rolled up his sleeve, and his thick arm pointed at Nobita, who was crouching in the corner.
"You…you say that, it does seem a bit…"
"I…what's wrong with me?!"
Snaimis, Viscount felt himself becoming abnormal too, but his body honestly walked over to Nobita.
"Nobi Nobinia, come with the two of us for a moment; we have something very important we need your help with."
Jiatuos and Snaimis, Viscount's faces were flushed, restraining their impatience, speaking kindly.
"Ah, what is it?"
Still unaware of the impending disaster, the naive Nobita looked puzzled.
These two are acting a bit strange!
"Oh, you'll know if you come with us; we'll show you something good, something even more exciting than defeating the Demon Spirit Great Emperor."
"Duo La, Master, don't follow us, okay? We need to discuss secret matters."
Without another word, the two impatient men each grabbed an arm, escorting Nobita swiftly towards the depths of Dragon Valley.
Only Doraemon was left behind, his face full of question marks.
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"Hiro, your expression is so strange. Why did you bring me here in such a hurry?"
Turning a corner, they arrived at an empty alley, and the pincer-like grip on her wrist finally loosened.
Before Jingya could say anything, she was pushed against the stone wall.
"Mmm…mm…"
Her tender lips were kissed, her face flushed, and her delicate eyes were heavy with moisture.
She wanted to resist but had no plan to implement.
Nobi Hiroshi, half-awake and half-dazed, pulled her small hand and pressed it: "Dragon blood has other side effects. Can you help, Jingya?"
He leaned in close to her shoulder, whispering intimately.
Jingya hummed twice; though shy, she didn't let go.
She obediently lay against the cave wall, admiring the ancient Dragon Valley.
The rustling of fabric, ancient basic equipment falling to her ankles.
Everything was unspoken.
A suppressed moan echoed in the quiet cave, and Doraemon, waiting anxiously at the entrance, finally saw Hiro return, supporting Jingya, after more than an hour.
Both of them had smiles on their faces, but Jingya's pretty face, in addition to the smile, also carried a hint of pain.
That was the proof of growth.
"Where did you two go? Why did it take so long to come back?"
"Have you seen Nobita and the others? He followed you after you left."
Doraemon said with a vague sense of unease.
"Nobita? Did he go into the valley with Jiatuos and the others?"
"Yes, they said there was something good, and they haven't come back after a long time."
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After releasing his inner fire, Nobi Hiroshi's face, which had been beaming with a spring breeze, turned strange after hearing what Doraemon said.
He was dumbfounded, his emotions complex.
It seemed Jiatuos and the others were truly hungry; they didn't even spare Nobita.
Recalling the alternative, eye-burning manga he had seen in his previous life, he couldn't help but want to wash his eyes.
"What's wrong, Hiro? Did Jiatuos and the others encounter danger? Should we go check?"
Kind Jingya bit her lip, her legs twitching as she spoke.
"No…I think it must be truly important business. Don't disturb them; we'll just stay here and wait patiently."
Embracing the girl, Hiro spoke faintly.
Danger was impossible, but Nobita was probably facing the biggest setback of his life right now. He hoped he could overcome the difficulty and not be left with any psychological trauma from now on.
And while the young man silently prayed, in the depths of Dragon Valley, a battle had just ended.
"Nobi Nobinia, what happened today is a secret among the three of us. You are not allowed to tell anyone, understand?"
Looking relaxed, the dark-skinned Jiatuos put his leather armor back on, the threat in his words self-evident.
Nobita, curled up in the corner, was frozen with fear, reluctantly nodding his head.
He had no thought of resisting, afraid of encountering what had just happened again.
The clothes he clutched to his chest were one of the few things that could give him a sense of security.
He looked at Snaimis, Viscount with vacant eyes, his tear stains long dried.
It wasn't just his heart and lungs that were torn apart.
"Doraemon…what should I do…"