Hand Over the Girls Like a Good Boy

"Young Master, you've finally come out of seclusion!"

"We servants have been waiting for you so painfully long!"

The moment Hua Qiang emerged from the ton room, he was surrounded by six lovely young beauties. They all called him Young Master, and every cry made every pore on Hua Qiang's body feel wonderfully soothed, as if he were walking on clouds.

Yan Ruyu was the boldest of them all. She groped Hua Qiang for a while, then said in surprise, "Young Master, you've become stronger again!"

The corners of Hua Qiang's mouth lifted slightly, and a trace of a smile flashed across his face. This was what he loved hearing most.

What man did not want to become stronger?

Hua Qiang looked toward the other five girls, his expression somewhat strange.

After traveling far and wide for so many years, what kind of women had he not seen?

But these five little girls were indeed rather interesting.

The first one by his left hand was clearly an Elf. Her silver-green hair gleamed as though tempered in light, jade ornaments hung from her pointed ears, and the rags on her body could not conceal her slim waist and long legs. The pair of wings behind her back were damaged, yet still shimmered with starlight. She looked delicate and precious.

The second blue-haired girl had hair that hung to her knees like icicles. Her little face was as pale as snow, her lips a striking red. Her frame was small, but she had everything she should have. The moment one drew near her, cold air seeped out, as if she carried a block of ice in her arms.

Standing directly in front of him was a red-haired, red-lipped girl, who should have come from the Flame Plane.

Her wheat-colored skin radiated vigor.