Postwar Trade (Continued)

Medusa was utterly obedient to Xiao Long and immediately relaxed the defenses around her sea of soul.

Xiao Long promptly gave Medusa the cultivation insights of the Heart Demon Race's First Elder.

At this moment, the Heart Demon Race First Elder's soul was already incomplete.

Everything apart from the cultivation-related portions had been removed by Xiao Long.

None of this posed the slightest danger to Medusa.

"This is..."

Medusa merely skimmed through it, and her expression immediately changed.

This was simply too precious!

"Shh!"

Xiao Long placed a finger against Medusa's soft lips, signaling for her to be quiet.

"Don't tell anyone about this. I only have one copy myself. If the others find out, it'll be another huge problem!"

The others Xiao Long referred to did not mean Xiao Xun'er alone.

Xiao Xun'er would definitely be jealous, and so would the rest.

After all, giving Medusa alone such a gift while neglecting them—what kind of sense did that make?

Men could never understand a woman's thoughts.

"Mm!"

Medusa nodded deeply.

Her heart filled with sweetness, she said no more.

After Xiao Long left Medusa's room.

He encountered several of his wives along the way.

Clearly, not a single one of them lacked a faint look of resentment.

When something like this happened, everyone other than the person involved would feel upset.

Xiao Long spent quite some time comforting them again.

It got to the point where Xiao Long considered having his clone help him out.

But then he wondered whether that counted as putting a green hat on himself.

Though they were theoretically all him, they did not share the same body, and Xiao Long still could not quite accept it.

So he abandoned that absurd idea.

However, when it came to certain women, he could consider trying a