By the time they finished, quite a while had passed.
Looking at the thoroughly satisfied Yaoshi, Zhang Xiu gave a helpless chuckle and dressed her.
"Wife, where's your mystery and dignity as an Aeon?"
"I lost those tens of thousands of years ago~"
As she spoke, she flicked her little hand and laughed merrily, then withdrew the plants that had screened them from view.
In the distance, Fuyan realized it could sense the two of them again and hurriedly began working its hands to weave illusions.
"See you shortly, husband."
Yaoshi gently stroked Zhang Xiu's cheek, her soft, boneless fingers tapping his face again and again.
After a light kiss, Zhang Xiu opened his eyes once more to find Yaoshi had vanished.
Recognizing this as Fuyan's handiwork, Zhang Xiu was not particularly surprised. He simply rose in silence, then licked Yaoshi's lingering blood from his fingers.
There was no helping it. His wife's tastes were too twisted, and as a proper husband, he could only play along.
It had not gone too far, anyway. Zhang Xiu was just a little worried that Yaoshi would demand something even more extreme. After all, hurting his own wife made him feel bad.
Passing through one moon gate after another, Zhang Xiu emptied his mind.
He completely ignored the gates that closed on their own along the way, as well as the shrieking weeds.
And so, with Fuyan's constant encroachment and Zhang Xiu's willing cooperation...
...his body was possessed.
Spirit fire flared and danced around him as "Zhang Xiu" slowly raised his head.
First, he stroked his neck and shoulders, delighted by the terrifying power he felt in those muscles.
"Incredible, incredible! To think a human body could be this powerful! With this body alone, I could defeat the Luofu's general!"
"I heard another