"That's right! That's right! Qiuqiu is your daughter, which makes her my daughter too. It's only right..."
The effeminate man pinched his fingers into an orchid gesture, and a rare flush appeared on his pale face.
He had finally gotten a taste!
The Third Elder almost wanted to cry. Back then, the woman of his dreams had married someone else, while he had nothing. He could only throw himself into the Holy Spirit Cult, even abandoning his dignity as a man.
Of course, he knew Nan Shuishui was probably deceiving him, but it did not matter. He was already an Evil Soul Master. As long as he could keep her trapped, that was enough.
"Shuishui, could you..."
The Third Elder rubbed his hands together. Just as he was about to say something, Nan Shuishui clutched her head and let out a weak sigh.
"Xiaodong, I'm tired! Go back first. Send someone to bring Qiuqiu back. We can discuss this again in three days, when we get married, alright?"
Nan Shuishui's face was slightly pale, and fine sweat beaded on her forehead, yet she still forced a smile at the Third Elder.
She had seen through the man's lecherous expression at a glance. But even a widow needed to preserve her purity, not to mention that he was neither man nor woman.
The Third Elder had always been the only one pining after her. Their relationship could only be called friendship, but after more than a decade, his identity as an Evil Soul Master alone made anything between them impossible.
"Alright! Alright, alright! Shuishui, get some good rest! I'll go make arrangements..."
The Third Elder frowned, a trace of impatience flashing through his eyes, but he still endured it and put on a fawning smile with his old chrysanthemum face.
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