Luo Qian thought he had misheard. He had distinctly heard someone smacking their lips! Li Shu still seemed to be savoring it. "Ah, that tasted good! Hmm, there's something unusual about this stone. Wait, let me digest it..." "Take your time," Luo Qian said.
He left in such a hurry because Feng Feitian had returned. The grand lady of the Saint Realm had transformed into a woman warrior, clad in gleaming armor. The red plume on her helmet danced in the wind like a leaping flame. Luo Qian swallowed. Damn it, who designed that armor? It's too damned tempting! It curves where it should curve and lifts where it should lift. How is that battle armor? It's clearly a seductive uniform!
The audible gulp of Luo Qian's saliva made Feng Feitian smile. For most women, perhaps the greatest success was not making a name for themselves, but having their husbands look at them with unabashed eagerness every single time. Luo Qian spread his arms with a grin. "Come on, it's been ages. Give me a hug!" He shot Nangong Jue a look, but Nangong Jue showed no reaction at all. This fellow's potential as a third wheel was definitely among the highest in the Saint Realm.
"Boss, why do you keep making faces at me?" Nangong Jue had no idea what Luo Qian meant. Luo Qian ground his teeth. "Lord Nangong Jue, you're supposed to shine in your own love life. If you're shining in someone else's, you're either the other man or a third wheel. Understand?" If Nangong Jue still failed to understand, he truly belonged on the scrap heap with the dimwits—and perhaps the lightbulbs.
Nangong Jue got to his feet and slunk out with his tail between his legs. "I'll go shine for Die Shang, then..."
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