Over the next few days, Chen Ming spent most of his time with his wives—working out with Di Qiu'er, handling memorials with Bai Xiuxiu, sleeping with Lan Mengqin, and so on.
After a month of intense improvements, the God Realm had equipped many Heavenly God Hunters with weapons, giving them far greater confidence in resisting attacks from those unfamiliar beings.
Meanwhile, on Tang San's side, as Zhou Weiqing once again wore a satisfied expression, a stream of liquid fell onto Tang San's head.
Because Chen Ming had added more poison to the little bastard, he had been forcibly controlled for an entire month and subjected to Zhou Weiqing's humiliation three times a day. By now, Zhou Weiqing's scent covered his entire body.
These two were quite inventive. Zhou Weiqing marked Tang San as his property every day, while the other simply endured it.
Now that the poison's effects had ended, Tang San climbed to his feet. A terrifying stench radiated from his entire body, and he looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell. He stared fixedly at Zhou Weiqing, his eyes completely blood-red and his face incomparably sinister.
"Ah, you finally decided to get up? Full?"
Zhou Weiqing wore a teasing smile as he mockingly looked at him. He intended to repay the humiliation he had suffered during this period a hundredfold. This little bit of humiliation could only make him feel satisfied.
"Zhou Weiqing! Very good! This God King will make you beg for life and beg for death!"
Under extreme fury, Tang San instead became less crazed. Yet when rage was compressed to such an extreme, that was precisely when he was at his angriest.
Zhou Weiqing remained utterly unfazed. He had already enjoyed himself, and fortunes would turn sooner or later. As long as he