After the storm of passion, Zhao Fu had one arm around the demon deity and the other around the demon woman, a faint smile on his face. The two women lay in his embrace as well, their faces flushed crimson, breathing softly, delicate and captivating.
"Holy Son! Thank you for awakening me."
The demon deity gazed tenderly at Zhao Fu with her beautiful eyes, her voice carrying a trace of seduction as she spoke softly to him.
The demon deity had originally died, but a trace of her remnant soul had remained within her body. That remnant soul continuously grew stronger, allowing her body to regain life once more. However, the price had been considerable—her godhead had dissolved as the cost of rebirth.
Beyond that, she needed an extremely high-level power to awaken her, and Zhao Fu's Saint bloodline was one such power.
Jue Tianling, lying on the other side, was inwardly startled. Hearing the demon deity address Zhao Fu this way confirmed her suspicions: Zhao Fu's identity was absolutely extraordinary. He truly was a Holy Son, someone from the Holy Kingdom.
Thinking of her decision back then, Jue Tianling smiled faintly. She had not chosen wrongly.
Hearing the demon deity's words, the other women also guessed Zhao Fu's identity. They were all somewhat thrilled and excited, their faces filled with delight, because not only did a Holy Son stand above all imperial sons, the Holy Kingdom itself was a realm of legend.
Zhao Fu said with a light laugh, "No need to thank me! You two are both my women now, understand?"
The demon deity responded gently. Seeing that even her deity had agreed, the demon woman nodded as well. Zhao Fu had violated her just now, and she had experienced this kind of pleasure for the first time;