"Shall I take a walk by myself?"
Hearing Murong Fenghua wanted to leave first, Wen Zhixing was dead set against it.
What a joke.
He had just arrived at the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land and hadn't figured this place out yet.
If he wandered around by himself and something happened, who would he turn to?
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."
Murong Fenghua, somewhat eager, spoke as she prepared to soar away.
"Fairy Murong, wait!"
However, just as she began to float, she felt a sudden weight. A large hand had directly grabbed the delicate ankle beneath her skirt.
"Hmm..."
The palm pressed against her tender skin, making Murong Fenghua feel an unusual sensation. Especially since the large hand was exceptionally warm, it sent a shiver through her delicate body. It was precisely the scorching Pure Yang Qi from Wen Zhixing that transferred from his palm into her body, rapidly coursing through and spreading, quickly causing Murong Fenghua's entire body to heat up.
"You..."
