Hu Xinzhu waved his folding fan smugly and lifted his chin arrogantly. "Though this may sound like I'm living off a woman, I have to say this: some people don't even qualify to live off a woman! I, Hu Xinzhu, am handsome and distinguished, suave and unrestrained, elegant and dashing, accomplished in both letters and arms. A mere Goddess of War—wouldn't she fall right into my hand?"
Quite obviously, the Dragon Witch King's body swayed. He smacked his head hard and raised his face to the sky with a long sigh.
After sighing several times, the Dragon Witch King's spirit visibly slumped. He shook his head speechlessly, then slowly spoke in an exceedingly strange tone. "If I'd known a honey trap could take down the Goddess of War, why the hell did we fight so bitterly back then? This... this truly... Back in my day, I too was a dashing, romantic, jade-tree-in-the-wind kind of handsome man. If a brat like you can do it, could I not?"
Hu Xinzhu gave a light cough. Looking at the Dragon Witch King with a peculiar gaze, he smiled faintly. "But your skin isn't as thick as mine."
Lin Qi fell silent. Sha Xinyue had already been so embarrassed by her unreliable elder brother that her face flushed red. The Dragon Witch King stared blankly at Hu Xinzhu for a long while, then casually tossed Kurkulun to the ground. Raising both hands in two thumbs-up, he shook them fiercely at Hu Xinzhu.
"You... you've really got guts! Hu Xinzhu, was it? I'll remember you, you shameless pretty-boy! Too bad I no longer have that function, but if any of my descendants turn out to be such shameless scum as you... after we finish dealing with those goddesses, I'll personally strangle every last one of