Hundred Dynasties War, the Frank and Straightforward Mu Hongling

Hearing Fu Ye's words, a rare hint of gravity appeared in Old Man Black Pupil's pitch-black eyes.

"Leave this matter to me. After being reborn, my only wish is to wipe out the Alien Demon Tribe completely!"

At that moment, Tang Pu immediately echoed him. "Master! Same here!"

Before they knew it, a year had passed in the blink of an eye.

Great Yan Dynasty, imperial capital inn.

Fu Ye was leisurely sprawled across the soft bed, while Qing Tan, dressed in white stockings, used her soft little feet to massage his back.

"Brother Fu Ye, how is Qing Tan's strength? Does it feel good?"

Hearing Qing Tan's question, Fu Ye wore an expression of pure enjoyment.

"Qing Tan's strength is perfect. If you're tired, you can rest for a while."

A quarter of an hour later, glistening beads of sweat trickled down Qing Tan's cheeks.

Qing Tan lay comfortably on Fu Ye's back to rest. "Phew~ Giving a back massage really is a technical job."

"Of course. This back-massage technique I taught you requires mobilizing Yuan Power throughout your body. That little girl Feng Qing'er would never patiently massage my back like this."

Hearing Fu Ye complain about Feng Qing'er again, Qing Tan covered her little mouth and giggled.

"Hehe, then Qing Tan will massage Brother Fu Ye's back from now on. Qing Tan will be good!"

Qing Tan's voice was sweet, and Fu Ye could not help marveling inwardly that the little padded jacket he had raised for nearly twenty years had been warm from beginning to end.

Fu Ye turned over, while Qing Tan remained sprawled atop him.

Unlike those people who had taken pills, Qing Tan truly had the figure of a little girl.

Even now, at nineteen years old, her height remained steadily fixed at