Ye Qifeng and Shui Bing'er

Caught between enticing trenches and soul-devouring dark abysses, Ye Qifeng did not dare move, frozen stiff as a board.

Fortunately, the three girls seemed to know their limits. After a brief open and covert struggle, they soon settled down on their own.

The Asura Field looked fierce, but it was actually relatively harmonious. It was not a matter of fighting to the death, nor had it spiraled out of control.

That made Ye Qifeng feel much more at ease.

Little squabbles were no big deal. They could even add a bit of fun and better maintain their relationships. It was better to show negative emotions than to pretend not to care while secretly plotting against each other.

Otherwise, if they became estranged for life or even came to hate one another, the household would probably never know peace in the future.

Besides, there were more than just these few at home: the first wife, the second wife, the little wife...

After successfully defeating Dugu Yan and claiming the prime spot she had occupied, Huo Wu declared her sovereignty like a proud fire peacock. Then she turned around, leaned close to Ye Qifeng's ear, and breathed softly:

"Feng, look who I brought you."

As she spoke, she pointed at Shui Bing'er, who stood gracefully before everyone.

At that moment, Shui Bing'er's expression was somewhat blank. She was still immersed in the shock of Huo Wu's confrontation with Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, unable to recover for a long while.

"Bing'er, you came too."

Ye Qifeng smiled awkwardly.

He had originally wanted to raise a hand in greeting, but his arms were trapped between the deep trenches on either side, leaving him unable to move. In the end, he could only offer an awkward smile.

"G-Greetings, Holy Son."

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