Ancestor Yao ultimately fell completely.
Yet when she turned to look at Lin Heng, her eyes were still filled with fury.
"Little Chili, what kind of look is that? Your husband helped you find yourself again!"
"Damn Lin Heng! You're such a bastard. It's... I have nothing to say now. You've captured me again.
Then what were those miserable six months of mine supposed to mean? Didn't I endure them all for nothing?!"
"Coercing a good woman into prostitution, then urging the prostitute to return to virtue—that's exactly the kind of person you are!"
"You did this on purpose. From the very beginning, you were waiting for me to deliver myself to your door!"
"Damn it, bring your face over here so I can slap it a few times...!" Yun Yao cursed as she twisted her body in protest.
Lin Heng: "(?′?｀*) Ah! Little Chili really gets me. Can't be helped... even in a peaceful life, one needs a little wicked fun!"
[Ancestor Yao is right!]
[After a while, I'll send Yaoyao to Xiao Muyu's place to cultivate her heart and temperament. Once Fallen Yao turns back into Lofty Yao... if this cycle keeps repeating, wouldn't that be wonderful? Hehehe...]
Hearing the wicked thoughts in Lin Heng's heart, Yun Yao's face flushed crimson, her eyes full of disbelief.
How could a person be such a dog to this extent—and that person was her man.
"(ノ｀Д′)ノ Ah... bastard, you forced me to do this!"
For no reason at all, Ancestor Yao flew into a rage again. She cursed for nearly half a quarter-hour, after which an intensely scorching aura erupted from within her.
He... heated up?
That move?
He had nearly forgotten Little Chili's constitution—the Blazing Phoenix Bloodline, pure flame power.
The long-missed burning sensation swept over him. Not only did