Qin Jiuge closed his eyes and leaned back. Then, with a forty-five-degree gaze of utter despair, he looked up at the sky outside, his face full of helplessness. Sprawled on the bed in the shape of a large character, he said with grief and indignation, "You two damned women, if you have the guts, come at me! Use every trick you have! If I, Qin Jiuge, let out so much as a sound today, then I'm not a real man!"
Hearing Little Liu's words, the two beautiful snakes naturally had no need to hold back any longer. They each gave a faint smile, and the next moment, the bed began to creak without end, enough to make one's heart tremble.
This day was destined to be an earth-shattering one.
No one knew how much time passed. Outside, night turned to day, day turned to night; heaven and earth were dim and without light, and earth and heaven alike were dark and dull.
Only after more than half a month had passed did things finally ease up a little. Qin Jiuge looked utterly drained, as though he had just crawled out of some demoness's lair. It was truly frightening to behold.
Meanwhile, the two beautiful snakes, Long Shilin and Chris, were still beside him. However, they knew moderation and would not truly swallow Qin Jiuge whole in one gulp. Otherwise, there would be no slow and steady flow, and the results would be mediocre. Naturally, they turned a blind eye and gave Qin Jiuge time to replenish himself. After all, there were only oxen plowed to death, never fields worn out from labor—wouldn't that be terrifying?
"You two are no brothers at all."
Qin Jiuge glared furiously at Monk Danggui and Lei Wuchang, who had specifically come to visit him.
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