"You must firmly remember what I told you before. Normally, don't speak unless you have to. Treat every word as precious gold, understand?"
"Otherwise, you'll get beaten up."
After hearing Dijiang's words, Zhurong nodded, only half understanding.
Though he didn't know why his eldest brother would say that, listening to his brother was never wrong.
After all, his brother wouldn't harm him.
Besides.
Just now, when he had said those words, his instincts as an Ancestral Witch had frantically warned him from somewhere beyond his awareness not to do it.
Otherwise, he would die a miserable death!
Ancestral Witch Zhurong immediately chose to follow what his heart truly told him.
Meanwhile, the other Ancestral Witch, Xuanming, curiously studied their little sister Houtu, whom Lin Tian was holding and kissing.
Strange.
Lin Tian isn't holding her that tightly. With Little Sister's strength, she could push him away with just a little effort.
But why does she look as though she desperately wants to push him away, yet can't?
How strange.
Could she have exhausted herself when she blasted Daoist Ran Deng apart just now?
That shouldn't be the case, either.
It seems that ever since Little Sister Houtu completed the wedding ceremony with Lin Tian, she's undergone so many strange changes.
She won't even let me enter her Great Thousand World whenever I like anymore.
Sure enough.
If I want to clear up all these questions in my heart, I'll have to find a chance to complete a wedding ceremony with Lin Tian myself.
At this thought, Xuanming's perpetually expressionless face remained unchanged, but her gaze toward Lin Tian suddenly filled with aggression.
She secretly considered how hard she would have to hit him to knock him unconscious with a single blow, then drag him into her cave abode.
After all,