"Hmm?!"
Qin Feng sensed Yourong and turned to look at her in confusion.
Yourong was crouching in front of him with a beaming smile. Before he could ask whether she'd come to take a dump, she planted a loud kiss on his cheek.
Ding-dong! Congratulations, Host, for taking advantage of the fated Son of Heaven at Heavenly Dao Level. You have received 500,000 Villain Points!
"I took advantage of her?!"
Qin Feng immediately lost his composure. He wanted the system to open its dog eyes and take a good look at who had taken advantage of whom just now.
"Sure enough, he can't move!"
Yourong's lips curled up at once. She even felt like composing a poem.
Last night, rain fell light and winds blew hard; Deep sleep couldn't dispel the wine's lingering taste. In my boudoir, I worried in misery, While the Demon King sat high atop the mountain. His beauty and grace made my heart race; I dared to steal a kiss, and found the taste so fine, so fine, so fine, so fine!
"You—what are you doing?!"
When Qin Feng sensed that Yourong had no intention of stopping, he immediately tensed up, like a little girl backed into a corner by a creepy old man.
"Nothing!"
Yourong smiled brightly. "My medical skills have improved lately, so I wanted to give Your Majesty a checkup!"
"Y-you'd better not try anything!"
Qin Feng grew even more nervous. She was the very medicine that could save his life.
He knew Yourong was in a hurry, but when it came to her practical value, he had much more faith in her medicinal value.
But he was busy repairing the ancestral demonic sword and upgrading the Wuchen Sword. He had no way to stop the Little Medical Immortal's wicked claws