Angel Saint Emperor looked at Gaishi's profile. From childhood to adulthood, she had been drawn to the aura of men like Gaishi, unable to pull herself free.
"Since you've already prepared for a fight to the death, I will naturally support you. But I still hope that, if only for the child about to be born, you will definitely return alive," Angel Saint Emperor said.
"Hehe, don't worry."
Gaishi gave a strange laugh, then suddenly swept Angel Saint Emperor into his arms by the waist and strode toward a small grove nearby.
"You... what are you doing, ah!"
Angel Saint Emperor cried out, her pretty face flushing crimson. She had not expected Gaishi to be so bold in broad daylight.
"Hehe, I'm not doing anything. I just want the little fellow in your belly to get an early taste of what it means when the rod produces a filial son."
Gaishi curled his lips and pounced on Angel Saint Emperor like a hungry wolf.
A barrier rose around them, cutting them off from the outside world.
The Nalan Clan had recently received an order from the Invincible Celestial Lord: all Nalan Family powerhouses were forbidden from taking part in any subsequent battles.
After receiving this order, many Nalan Family powerhouses were unconvinced. Nalan Qingqing and Nalan Haochuan could only represent themselves—how could the entire Nalan Family be blacklisted because of them?
Nalan Haochuan, however, was quite satisfied. This way, even if another battle between Quasi-Immortal Emperors broke out, he would not be sent again. His miserable dog life had finally been preserved.
Slap! A man appeared behind Nalan Haochuan and smacked the back of his head.
Nalan Haochuan fell flat on his face. Climbing back up, he looked at the man indignantly. "Dad, does me staying alive somehow get in