[She's laughing! No need to kneel!]
But Li Changzhou didn't get up, since he was already kneeling, it couldn't be for nothing.
He pretended not to notice Yang Qinglan's laughter and lowered his head:
"In my heart, according to what Hestia said, a child created that way wouldn't count as our own flesh and blood, because the soul isn't naturally nurtured. That's why I suggested... I'm sorry."
Yang Qinglan restrained her laughter, turned around, and said begrudgingly, "Get up!"
"Promise me you won't get angry."
"If you keep pretending like this, I will really get angry."
Li Changzhou swiftly stood up, hurriedly tucked the whip back into his sleeve.
"The Emerald Bee Sword usually brings nothing good, but this time when you said to hit me, it immediately brought something excellent that could knock out my three souls and seven spirits, like it was after my life."
Yang Qinglan glanced at his knee and waved her Ruyi, wiping away the grass marks.
