That expired display of affection was cloying enough to make one choke. Xiang Yuan felt sick for quite a while before stepping out of the shadows. When he looked at Li Yuanrong again, the disdain in his eyes could not have been any more obvious.
You two had been fighting for fifty years and still managed to be so romantic!
And you, a grown man—what was wrong with giving in? You had to give in to her morning, noon, and night anyway.
Now look at you. You got cuckolded by a passing warrior of pure love and could only watch from the sidelines.
Xiang Yuan grumbled inwardly. The aftereffects of that expired display of affection were vicious. He dropped into a chair, snapped his fingers, and had Ah Hong come over to massage the pure-love warrior's legs.
He had originally meant to jab at Li Yuanrong and reclaim some of the grievances he had suffered, but Ah Hong lost control again and again and again. She plopped down onto his lap, hooked an arm around his shoulders, their hearts in perfect accord—the pose exceptionally intimate.
Wang Daoyan had logged in again.
Xiang Yuan: (—`—)
What kind of skill was using an external incarnation? If you had the guts, come at me yourself!
Xiang Yuan looked thoroughly disgusted. He picked Ah Hong up and tossed her onto the ground.
Before letting go, he curled his five fingers around yin and yang, briefly imprisoning Wang Daoyan's Primordial Spirit and stripping her of control over the external incarnation, making her land hard on her backside.
Xiang Yuan rose to his feet and put away the chair. "One last question. Where is your Illusion Annihilation Dao's lair? Rumors outside say it's in the Southern Border, but I know full well that's pure slander—a deliberate