"You really do know how to do it best."
Looking at Feng Ling, who was drenched in fragrant sweat, Qian Ran yawned.
That really had felt good. As expected of the Holy Spirit Cult's third-in-command, her skills were genuinely impressive. And she actually had been a virgin.
Looking at the bloodstains blooming on the sheets, Qian Ran was genuinely surprised.
If Feng Ling had tried to fake it, she could not have fooled Qian Ran. He was no greenhorn anymore. Did people date and marry just to have someone to chat with? Qian Ran thought of Yan Shaozhe and Zhongli Wu. Those two were truly idiots. He would never be that foolish in a relationship, raising someone until she was fair and plump only to sew another man's wedding clothes.
The System Rewards flashed through his mind: two Soul Skills geared toward Evil Soul Master abilities.
"Young master, were you satisfied?" Feng Ling was full of seductive charm, alluring and enchanting.
"Mm."
"The lady who attended the opening ceremony yesterday-is she a demigod too?" Feng Ling asked curiously as she attended to Qian Ran. Ever since seeing Qian Renxue last time, she had kept an eye on her.
She felt that the woman was even stronger than Ye Xishui. It was not simply a matter of countering her; her cultivation might also be higher.
"You could say that."
Qian Renxue was indeed a demigod now, but she had not chosen to attain godhood immediately. Her current strength was enough to crush every enemy on the Douluo Continent, so there was no need.
Hearing this, Feng Ling said no more and lay beneath Qian Ran with her mind at ease.
A demigod-level Six-Winged Angel had no natural enemies in this world.
Whether she wanted to advance further or simply stay alive,