Hearing Ye Feng's words, Miroku suddenly burst into a giggle and chided him:
"You, cherish your life? How many brushes with death have you had already? I'm almost embarrassed to bring it up!"
An embarrassed look involuntarily appeared on Ye Feng's face at her words.
Counting them up, he had indeed faced several life-and-death crises.
Seeing Ye Feng's embarrassment, Miroku's mood improved as well.
The short sword in her hand vanished at once, replaced by three rings.
Miroku walked up to Ye Feng and held out the rings to him.
But Ye Feng caught her little hand and said solemnly:
"As long as I'm alive, there's no need for any of you to do anything so foolish. Just keep looking beautiful!"
At Ye Feng's words, a mist involuntarily welled up in Miroku's eyes.
Seeing this, Ye Feng pulled Miroku into his arms.
Just as the mood grew intimate, Hashirama Senju's voice suddenly rang out:
"Hey, hey! Flaunting your affection in public, right in front of your elder? That's going a little too far!"
Miroku's little face flushed at his words, but she soon recovered. She rose gracefully and said softly to Ye Feng:
"Take care of your business first!"
"Mm!"
Then Ye Feng said to Hashirama Senju:
"I think you're just jealous. Next time, I'll summon Mito Uzumaki and see if you still dare to make such a fuss."
The moment he heard Mito Uzumaki's name, Hashirama Senju wilted.
Mito Uzumaki had a gentle disposition, but she was also somewhat strong-willed, and Hashirama Senju usually had to bow to her.
Seeing Hashirama Senju put in his place, Ye Feng smiled knowingly, then closed his eyes again.
Ye Feng appeared within the Divine Realm once more.
He took out a ring, and streams of pure planetary source drifted out of it.