1500-2500-1 an hour ago when Qiu Tu kissed Larilo, he realized that Evil Gods... seem to be a bit different from ordinary humans.
Their lips and bodies, seem softer? More supple? Higher temperature?
So, even with such simple tricks, Qiu Tu felt an extreme enjoyment.
'Is this the taste of an Evil God?'
'Pretty good indeed!'
Whether she sensed Qiu Tu waking up, Larilo also started to move with more effort.
And very soon, Qiu Tu surrendered, spitting foam from his mouth.
After finishing the first battle, Qiu Tu wanted to talk with Larilo, to ask why she came back.
But unexpectedly, before he could speak, in the next second, Larilo switched things up: using her white chest to console Qiu Tu's brother.
Qiu Tu was stunned for a moment, instinctively feeling something was off.
But..... Larilo didn't give him a chance to explain or resist, forcefully waking up Qiu Tu's brother.
To be honest, men are indeed big-headed sons, small-headed dads.
