Catherine's Call
As for the so-called plan of Chu Beixuan and those few turtle bastards,
Shen Wuxiao did not know about it, but he could not care less.
In a martial artist's struggle, no matter how things developed along the way, it always came down to whose fists were harder in the end.
After all, this was not ancient times. No Empty Fort Strategy or the like could intimidate the enemy.
A more fitting comparison would be the Battle of Xiangji Temple—both sides hacked at each other, and whoever lost became the rebels.
Whether it was a frontal clash or stabbing someone in the back, Shen Wuxiao had never been afraid.
At this moment, he had already returned to the manor with Lilith.
They still had to go visit Dragon King Hall that evening, so at noon, they would rest a little and have some of Lilith's seafood first.
By the time they arrived at the manor, Yun Zhiyi had already gone out.
According to the report, she had gone to the Immeasurable Sect.
As the sect master of the Immeasurable Sect, she had matters of her own to handle.
Meanwhile, Shen Wuxiao took Lilith to the room.
They would have seafood first at noon and leave Lilith hanging.
That evening, the eruption would be even fiercer.
Then Yun Zhiyi could join them.
So happy.
When the two entered the room, they clung together like magnets.
Lilith seemed to want to melt into Shen Wuxiao's body. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her sweet tongue darting out.
They tangled wildly together.
Her sweet little mouth, coupled with the soft moans she let out, nearly made Shen Wuxiao lose control.
But Shen Wuxiao's willpower was still quite good.
After carrying her to the bed, he kissed her while...
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