It was nearly dawn.
The delicate flowers swaying in the breeze along the Fengyi River had gathered a few crystal-clear drops of white dew, which slipped silently down their petals.
Xie Jinhuan lay on his side on the pillow, holding Big Momo in his arms, when he suddenly remembered their first meeting: he had been practicing upside down, while Momo stood atop the wall looking for trouble.
Back then, the white-robed Heroine had taken his breath away, and discovering she had come seeking revenge had filled him with trepidation. Who could have imagined that one day, this Iceberg Little Daoist Nun would nestle pitifully in his arms and let him commit every wicked deed...
Linghu Qingmo lay on his side facing out of the bed curtains, clutching the autumn quilt and biting his lower lip, desperately enduring an unspeakable sense of shame and indignation. He looked almost exactly like his Master had before!
But at the same time, she could feel an endless stream of Heaven-and-Earth Spiritual Charm pouring into her body from every direction, nourishing her muscles, bones, and qi meridians, making her qi sea, once loose as mist, visibly condense like dew.
Although his soaring Daoist cultivation was a delightful surprise, the price he paid was truly unbearable to look back on.
Only after recovering for a long while did Linghu Qingmo glance back slightly.
"Lecher, are you fooling me? Why would receiving something from Miss Night require this... this sort of messing around?"
During his explorations in and out just now, Xie Jinhuan had also discovered that A Piao did not need his plug-in running at all to help Momo level up. Finding it rather difficult to explain, he glanced at A Piao sprawled behind him.
Ye Hongshang had made that suggestion simply to record evidence of