"Could that little punk really create that kind of new era?"
Thinking of that detestable little punk, Ma Xiaotao yearned all the more for that new era. She wanted so badly to make it a reality, to end war forever and create an entirely new order that would put a stop to wanton fighting and killing.
"You've only seen the tip of the iceberg when it comes to understanding him. He's bound to create a miracle."
Feng Ling had absolute faith in that little rascal. Even a god couldn't stop him.
Leaving the two women chatting, Yang Hao went to find Ghost Nana, who had returned to the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters, and headed straight to her bedroom.
"Don't. I can't quite get used to that face of yours."
Ghost Nana hurriedly pushed away the man who had climbed into bed with her. She couldn't quite accept it.
She was familiar with Luo Feng's face, the Young Cult Master of the Bright Cult, not the face of this Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult.
"This is what I really look like. You'll have to get used to it sooner or later."
Yang Hao emphasized that this was his true appearance. His previous faces—Luo Feng and Madara, not to mention that Xiao Yan disguise—had all been ones he'd made up.
"Then give me a moment to adjust."
Clutching the collar of her nightclothes, Ghost Nana said she needed a moment. Her feelings were complicated: she craved more, having had a taste of him, but she was also afraid.
This guy was barely even human. He was an animal.
"Then I'll hold you while we sleep."
Yang Hao had no intention of forcing her. Last time, he'd mainly wanted to persuade her to sleep with him and skip the trouble of