His gaze lingered on her for a moment before shifting away.
He looked at the woman's twisted face, at her fanatical expression, at the morbid excitement in her eyes, and suddenly found her utterly unfamiliar.
Or perhaps Yan Hui's sword strike had stunned him as well.
What terrifying power!
In his mind, Yan Hui had already become trash. How could he possess such invincible sword intent? A single strike had forced his opponent back several hundred yards!
He clearly remembered how wretched Yan Hui had looked.
How long had it even been?
How was this possible? How could he have improved so terrifyingly fast?
In his view, this was absolutely impossible.
Yet the truth stood right before his eyes, leaving him no room to question or deny it.
Bao Xiaoqin suddenly wrapped her arms around Hu Yulou as he leaned over.
Her arms coiled tightly around his neck like two snakes. Her body pressed against his, soft and scorching hot, like a ball of flame.
Rolling around on the bed, she moaned in a hoarse, dreamy voice, "Husband, come on, kill me! Come on! Come on!"
Her fingers clawed red marks across his back, her teeth bit into his shoulder, and her eyes blazed with madness.
Hu Yulou lay there without moving, like a stone.
He stared blankly at the ceiling beams, his gaze hollow and lost, with no one knowing what he was thinking.
He let the woman go mad atop him, howling like a beast!
At that moment, the succubus beneath the moonlight gave a cold laugh.
Her figure hovered in midair, her long hair streaming in the wind.
"Again!"
Her voice was not loud, yet it reached Yan Hui's ears with perfect clarity.
As soon as the words fell, she suddenly stepped forward.
That step landed