Seeing that the woman was still going to argue with him, Ning Bei gave a light cough and started imitating random passersby A, B, C, and D.
"Look, that's Medicine God Your Majesty's wife, Dugu Yan. I heard she's still just a tiny little Soul Emperor."
"That's right. Supposedly she doesn't even have a single Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring yet. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really can't think too hard about that."
"I heard even the pets Medicine God Your Majesty keeps at home are Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts. She definitely isn't favored by His Majesty!"
"That's right. She must be shamelessly clinging to Medicine God Your Majesty's side."
As Ning Bei imitated them, he watched Dugu Yan's pretty face grow darker and darker, and hurriedly stopped his own suicidal behavior.
"Ah! I'll strangle you! Tell me, is that what you think too?"
Sure enough, the thoroughly embarrassed and angry Dugu Yan directly used her Self-Created Soul Skill, pinching Medicine God Douluo until he begged for mercy again and again.
"So I'm saying, wouldn't it be over if you just took it already? Why are you being polite with me?"
"Hmph!"
Dugu Yan gave a light snort and took the ball of light from her man's hand.
Then she offered him a fragrant kiss. Though Ning Bei had mocked her with his words, she understood that this man had only wanted to provoke her a little. She was not an ungrateful woman.
"Thanks, A Bei!"
"It's fine. Just don't refuse when I treat you to a cream-puff Spirit Bone tonight."
Dugu Yan hurriedly got up and rolled her eyes at him, but she did not refuse either. A rosy flush merely climbed onto her pretty face.
Just as Ning Bei was preparing to guard the woman while she absorbed the spirit