Woman.
Women in their thirties were like wolves,
those in their forties like tigers,
those in their fifties could suck the earth dry while sitting on the ground,
and those in their sixties ate people without spitting out the bones...
At sixty-six, Halsey was already at the stage of eating people without spitting out the bones. Like a water snake, she wrapped herself around William and squeezed her husband for all he was worth.
Not long afterward.
Russell Palace.
The master bedroom.
"Whew... ha... damn... damn..."
William lay on the bed in a spread-eagle position, panting heavily with utter exhaustion. He looked completely worn out.
Halsey, however, lay on William's right side with a rosy complexion. She showed no sign of fatigue; her face even seemed to have grown more radiant.
"Well? Who taught whom a lesson this time?"
As she spoke, Halsey extended her right index finger and drew a circle on William's chest.
"Wait... let me catch my breath first..."
William hurriedly waved his hand, signaling Halsey to let him off for now.
Several minutes later.
William gradually returned to normal. But mentally, he had entered a state of Buddhist-style emptiness, and he immediately sank into sleep like a dead pig.
No matter how Halsey called to him, William did not move. In fact, even if she really shook him awake, he would have to keep pretending to sleep.
He couldn't beat her.
He really couldn't beat her.
What the hell was he thinking, dreaming of having three wives and four concubines...
Even with a Fourth Generation Body, he was only barely holding his own in a one-on-one battle. If he also had to face Artificial Intelligence, which never needed to rest, as well as traditional angels with Fourth Generation Bodies...
William's kidneys would definitely be ruined.
To