As Hun Changqing watched Xingxiu clutch his robes even harder, press herself tightly against him, and sob so violently that her delicate body shook, tears pouring down like rain, the corner of his mouth twitched sharply. Seriously? I softened my tone and spoke to her nicely, so why is she crying even louder?
Xingxiu's noisy sobbing only made Hun Changqing more irritated and frustrated. His ears buzzed as though countless sparrows were chirping right beside them, and veins began to bulge faintly across his forehead.
With his mind consumed by thoughts of the main soul, Hun Changqing was already agitated by how difficult it was to control. He was naturally impatient, short on tolerance, and fond of doing whatever pleased him.
In his previous life, he had been an ordinary person, unable to indulge his whims in many things. But after coming to the Dou Qi Continent, where strength reigned supreme, he had gained formidable power through his talent and the Supreme Yin inheritance, unleashing his true nature outright.
Back in the Soul Clan, where experts were as plentiful as clouds, he had been nothing more than a grain of sand in the ocean, utterly insignificant, and had still restrained himself somewhat. But after leaving the Soul Clan and arriving on the Northwest Continent, where experts were scarce and the Dou Zun Realm was practically the ceiling, Hun Changqing had truly let himself loose.
With his looks and strength, combined with the methods he knew from his previous life, he could easily have captured women's hearts.
Yet he simply lacked the patience to waste time getting along with those women. Among his women, Ya Fei alone had been charmed into joining him when he was bored and wanted to pass the time.
Not one of his other women had come