While contemplating future matters, a sweet voice suddenly came.
"Husband!"
With a black dress resembling a sorceress, the Daoist Monarch Qinglian arrived.
Continuously approaching, she sat on his lap, like a docile bird.
"Husband, do you like me or her?" Daoist Monarch Qinglian asked again, her words carrying a charm like a melodious tune.
Listening to the soft voice, Lu Xuanji thought of the intense battle on the bed, left and right, with the fires of battle never-ending.
That tender scene, that alluring silhouette, left an indelible memory.
"By the way, are you all doing well?"
Lu Xuanji asked.
"I want more!"
True Monarch Qinglian said, a bit emotionally moved.
"This place isn't suitable, it's a workplace!"
"This place is perfect, you men love this setting!"
"Demoness, don't malign me!"
"No, you are just that kind of person!"
A great battle broke out again, but the battlefield kept changing, shifting from one place to another.
