Jiang Meng Inn.
In Li Tianming's room, he and the silver-haired beauty Jiang Meng were locked in a wide-eyed staring match.
Li Tianming looked at her and saw that she was no longer wearing those tight-fitting clothes. Instead, she had changed into a dense set of thin silver armor that covered her from head to toe, leaving only her face exposed.
"Why are you dressed like that? Who are you guarding against?" Li Tianming asked speechlessly.
"My father won't let me hang around with lechers." Jiang Meng chuckled. "Who would have thought you were this kind of person!"
Li Tianming was numb. "Weren't you the one who said you wanted to give yourself to me yesterday?"
"I was impulsive then. I hadn't truly seen your character clearly and nearly ruined my whole life." Jiang Meng looked at him with utter disdain, her face full of contempt. "How old are you? At such a young age, you already have hundreds of thousands of concubines. You really have no shame. A ruined flower and fallen willow like you... no, I should call you a sowing maniac. I won't fall for your tricks."
"Hundreds of thousands?" Li Tianming sprang to his feet with a whoosh, glaring. "Your father told you that?"
His sudden movement was too loud, and several Black Blood Ghost Gods immediately appeared at the door, glaring inside, terrified that Li Tianming might do something to their little ancestor.
"Don't worry, he wouldn't dare act recklessly." Jiang Meng waved them off.
"Tsk, tsk. Young man, you must restrain yourself." The black-clothed old man shook his head, his face full of incomprehension.
"I'm convinced!"
Li Tianming could only say that the Second Prison Lord was quite the talent. To protect his daughter's chastity, he had even made up hundreds of thousands of