As Qin Jiuge's words fell, the formation restrictions Chris had only just barely managed to seal with the full efforts of Lei Wuchang and Monk Danggui instantly became like paper pasted together—utterly useless.
At the same time, Chris's coquettish, bonelessly soft voice drifted through Three Lives Cave like a cold wind, carrying layer upon layer of resentment. "You bad man, didn't you say before?
That you and I had already severed all ties? Then why do you still know how to cherish the fairer sex and show mercy?
Could it be that you still have feelings for me?
I knew it. You, Qin Jiuge, would never abandon me."
Chris was clad in black gauze, partly concealed in haziness, partly revealing pale white skin. She was truly enough to set one's heart racing.
But this was hardly the right time for bedroom pleasures.
Qin Jiuge gave her an indifferent glance. "It was nothing more than a transaction.
The Dragon Clan is, after all, a loser in the Supreme Immortal Realm, and I cannot fully trust that Dragon Clan Ancestor either.
One more friend means one more road; one more partner naturally makes things more convenient."
Qin Jiuge mercilessly shattered the ambiguous atmosphere Chris had deliberately created.
Chris continued in her cutesy voice, "Why are you talking to me like that?
After all, we were husband and wife once. Must you really make things so absolute?
I regret it now. Is that not allowed?"
Chris's fair, jade-like hand kept exploring downward over Qin Jiuge's body, only to be caught and stopped by him at his waist.
"Even if I agreed to you today, do you think it would be a transaction, or could we return to how things were before?"
Qin Jiuge continued, laying bare the truth. "We merely need the Heavenly