The World No Longer Has Ji Bochang

After walking over to Fang Meiyun.

He lowered his head to look at Fang Meiyun, who lay on the ground, already unable to resist. He gave a sinister chuckle, crouched down, and gently stroked Fang Meiyun's face as he said.

"You think that little trick of yours could fool me? Girl, are you playing hard to get with me?"

Fang Meiyun could not move.

Her eyes brimmed with venom as she stared at Wang Shaoyang.

She opened her mouth and suddenly spat a glob of thick phlegm straight into Wang Shaoyang's face.

Wang Shaoyang had just been about to open his mouth to speak.

After that unbreakable glob of ancient phlegm landed in his mouth.

It slid down his throat as smoothly as Dove chocolate.

Wang Shaoyang flew into a rage, raising his hand to slap her, but then abruptly stopped and smiled.

"Girl, you think this can provoke me into retaliating? It's just a mouthful of phlegm. You still don't understand men."

With a smug expression, he said, "For a romantic fellow like me, as long as she's beautiful, everything about her is perfect. It's only those fairy-like female cultivators who don't shit. If they did, it would still be a delicacy to me."

"Everything about beautiful women is good. I'll accept everything about a beautiful woman without condition. The most perfect thing in this world is a beautiful woman."

Then he lay prone on the ground, looked at Fang Meiyun, and opened his mouth. "Don't believe me? Go on, do it again. I'll eat as much as you spit out, my dear."

"Disgusting. Despicable. Beast!"

Fang Meiyun cursed through gritted teeth. In this man, she saw a trace of Meng Zihao's shadow.

But Meng Zihao's sleazy depravity truly could not compare to his.

"Despicable? Beast? What wonderful curses."