The next moment, billowing black energy burst from her entire body, and her eyes changed from golden-red to completely black. She looked like an entirely different person now, bearing no resemblance to her original appearance at all—thoroughly grounded in the mundane world. Of course, by "grounded," I meant the mundane aura of the Corruption Zone.
"How could that be? Your beauty never fades, so your state of mind naturally stays young. How could you be like me? I already look like an uncle." I wore a faint smile as I reached out and touched her fair cheek. It was soft and smooth enough to shatter at a breath's touch. She really was a celestial beauty.
"Even if you're an uncle, you're a handsome uncle." My wife chuckled. With her hair tied up, she truly looked like a female immortal from a Daoist sect. Her eyes had also become more playful, no longer carrying the intimidating force of their scarlet hue. With her light makeup and plain robe, she looked very young—probably about the same age as those young girls, Bei Huyun and Mao Chuchu.
"Wife, let me tell you, not only do I look like this, my mental age is old too. I'm no longer the young man who used to carry a shoulder bag. A little beauty like you falling into my hands means you've run into a big bad wolf." I looked at her with a beaming smile.
My wife snorted, then reached out and twisted my ear. "Do you usually treat other little girls this way too?"
I put on a pained expression and hurriedly said with a bitter smile, "You're a little girl yourself. How can you be so rude?"
My wife glared at me angrily, then said, "Now that I'm here, I'm going to restrict