"Qian Ran, I want to cultivate in the Undead World for a while. Name your price." Zhongli Wu did not beat around the bush. After visiting the Undead World, he had fallen in love with the place. If he could cultivate there, he should be able to break through to Limit Douluo faster.
Feng Ling, who was making tea for Qian Ran, suddenly rolled her eyes in thought, poured the freshly brewed tea in her hand into the trash, then quietly pulled open her neckline.
"What are you in such a hurry for? Qian Ran only just got here!"
"Qian Ran, here's your piping-hot water. Have a cup to quench your thirst first."
"Sorry for the trouble, Vice Cult Master." Qian Ran quickly took the cup from Feng Ling and thanked her.
Feng Ling watched Qian Ran with a beaming smile, anticipation all over her face.
"No trouble, no trouble. Go on, drink."
Seeing Feng Ling look so expectant, Qian Ran found it strange. Did this woman drug the wrong person? I told her to drug Zhongli Wu, not me.
Feng Ling's eagerness made Qian Ran's hand tremble as he raised the cup. He did not want to become Wu Dalang, murdered by poison. No, he should count as Ximen Qing.
As soon as the hot water entered his throat, a faint milky flavor spread through his mouth.
This...
Feng Ling, you really outdid yourself! How did you manage this? I never got Feng Ling pregnant! And even if I'd slipped up and gotten her pregnant, she couldn't possibly show a reaction so soon, could she?
Could she have taken some special drug?
In his previous life, similar drugs had existed. But they had all appeared in one outrageous story after another, and injections apparently worked faster.
He knew that