"All right, then." Meng Hongchen did not make a fuss.
Her brother was far too good to her. Once she absorbed the Ice Empress's essence, she was bound to advance by leaps and bounds during her Soul Douluo cultivation.
The four-hundred-thousand-year-old Ice Empress would become her ninth Soul Ring. What ice-type Soul Master had never dreamed of making one of the Three Heavenly Kings of the Far North their Soul Ring?
She just had not expected that dream to come true...
"Love you~"
She made a little heart with her fingers at Xiao Hongchen, then blew him a kiss.
Xiao Hongchen dodged again and again.
"So cheesy. Has the old maid who can't find a man gotten desperate enough to take anyone now...?"
Meng Hongchen froze, a blush spreading across her face.
"Drop dead! I'm not even sixteen!"
She instantly fired a poisonous ice spike at Xiao Hongchen.
Xiao Hongchen deflected it with Psychic Power. Seeing Meng Hongchen charge at his face with her little fists raised, he hurriedly pressed his palms together in surrender.
"Just kidding, just kidding! Xiao Meng, don't get so worked up... Hey, not the face..."
In the end, Meng Hongchen could not bring herself to hit his handsome face. She only slammed a fierce punch into his stomach.
But to Xiao Hongchen, that was mere horseplay. Di Qiuer's rough treatment of him in bed was several times more intense.
Only because he had fused with the Golden Behemoth and absorbed a vast number of dragon souls in Dragon Valley, greatly strengthening his body, could he withstand Qiu'er's explosive violence.
"Hmph!"
Meng Hongchen turned her head away.
Xiao Hongchen looked at Ling Luochеn, who seemed a little downcast, and chose that moment to comfort her.
"You don't need to be so pessimistic. There's an Ice Bear