Gu Xun'er's bottom was pert and firm.
Fan Tian gave it a gentle squeeze, as though he could squeeze water out of it.
As the proud bearer of the Gu Clan's god-grade bloodline and the daughter of a Nine-Star Dou Saint Late Stage expert, Gu Xun'er was an unrivaled beauty, whether in status, looks, or bearing!
Carrying such a woman over his shoulder filled him with a sense of conquest!
Soft, ample peaks, pale, round, and proud; lovely legs, supple, slender, long, and straight!
Like a barbarian, Fan Tian carried Yao Ling and Gu Xun'er, two prodigies from Emperor Clans, over his shoulders, humming a tune as he walked toward the mountain behind the Misty Cloud Sect.
"Little sister, you sit at the bow, oh, while your big brother walks along the shore!"
"So sweetly in love, the towrope sways to and fro!"
"I, your little sister, sit at the bow, while you, big brother, walk along the shore!"
"Our affection, our love, sway to and fro upon the towrope!"
"To and fro!"
By then, not a soul remained on Misty Cloud Mountain.
Although the battle between Dou Zun experts had taken place high in the void, plenty of residual energy had poured down from the sky. The entire Misty Cloud Sect had been reduced to rubble, devastation stretching as far as the eye could see.
Those disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect who could flee had already fled. Those who could not had died there.
Fan Tian seemed to sense something. Looking closely, he discovered that Ling Ying was still alive.
"Thank you for saving my young lady from the Hall of Souls."
Ling Ying still held Xiao Yan, who had been unconscious for who knew how long. Seeing Fan Tian carrying Gu Xun'er roughly over his shoulder,