"Then let’s rest for a couple of days."
Shen Wang dragged the lion’s corpse: "Let’s skin this guy later and make a bed so we can sleep well."
"Who wants to sleep with you."
Molan gave Shen Wang a playful slap.
"Oh, does your hand not have poison anymore?"
Shen Wang noticed sothing different. Every ti he touched Molan, he had to be very careful to avoid being poisoned, but this ti, despite his precautions, he didn’t sense any poison power.
"You’re right. Pressure can stimulate quicker improvent. I’ve started to control the poison power."
Molan smiled, clearly in a good mood.
"Congratulations, now we can kiss and hug as much as we want."
Shen Wang grinned mischievously, giving Molan’s pretty, rosy cheek a playful flick, confirming there really was no poison.
"Don’t touch recklessly. My control isn’t good enough yet, I might still poison you."
Molan huffed.
"I’m helping you improve your control, you should thank ."
Shen Wang continued to touch her, delighted to find there was truly no poison, much to his relief.
"Stop touching."
Molan playfully punched Shen Wang as they bantered their way into the Peach Grove.
Shen Wang quickly skinned the animal, using the fire attribute power of the peach wood to refine the tiger skin, and took so peach wood to actually build a large bed.
With a bed in place, he felt it wasn’t enough, so he fashioned a small house out of peach wood.
In just half a day, a small wooden building with three rooms and a living room appeared in the Peach Grove.
"This will be our ho from now on, co inside and take a look."
Shen Wang invited Molan.
"Why are you acting like a child? Do you think building a house makes it a ho?"
Molan gave Shen Wang a sidelong glance, "Looks like you have too much free ti. Why build a little wooden house when we’re not stuck here forever?"
"We need a house to sleep well."
Shen Wang grinned wickedly, holding Molan’s hand: "Co in and take a look."
Molan didn’t resist, following Shen Wang inside. The simple wooden building had only so chairs and a bed, barely enough to be livable.
Yet, seeing all this, for so reason, she felt a sense of belonging.
Shen Wang led Molan to sit on the tiger-skin bed, smiling broadly: "Do you feel like making babies with here?"
"Get lost, what are you thinking!"
Molan shook off Shen Wang’s hand, touching the tiger skin: "The Demon King’s skin is indeed nice, I’ve never felt such good hide before."
"Of course, I’m going to soak the tiger bones and genitals, so they’ll satisfy you later."
Shen Wang thought of sothing with a cheeky laugh.
"What nonsense are you thinking? Several Demon Kings are outside watching, and you still find ti to think of such things."
Molan said exasperatedly.
"The Demon Kings outside are indeed pressuring us, but that doesn’t stop us from relaxing. How can we be tense all the ti?"
Shen Wang shrugged, placing the tiger genitals into a wooden wine vat, adding so herbs he picked around here to make a vat of dicinal wine.
After finishing, he turned to Molan with a direct gaze: "We’ve held hands and kissed, shouldn’t we take it further and have deeper interactions?"
Molan blushed: "If you’re not afraid of death, go ahead and try!"
Shen Wang was montarily stunned. He was only testing the waters and did not expect success.
Molan’s not directly rejecting ant there was hope!
He laughed: "Haven’t you already controlled the poison power? We shouldn’t get poisoned during our interactions, right?"
"I said my control isn’t perfect. Do you think I can control it during interactions?"
Molan huffed: "Also, aren’t you afraid of death? If the Sixth Prince finds out I’ve been with soone else, you’ll die a horrible death."
Shen Wang pursed his lips: "If I was afraid, I wouldn’t have flirted with you. We both have mutual feelings, so what can he say if he finds out? Besides, you were forced, I don’t acknowledge you as married to anyone else."
Molan felt delighted inside. This man didn’t despise her for being married, even if only in na, knowing it might not sound good.
"Let’s forget it. Your cultivation level is too low. Doing sothing reckless would be bad for both of us."
Molan shook her head. Though she had feelings for Shen Wang, years of cultivation had instilled a certain level of rationality.
"What level of cultivation do you think I should have to be with you?"
Shen Wang asked in return.
"To secretly be together at least the Golden Core level, openly together, you’d need to be a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator."
Molan thought for a mont and gave her relatively safe standard.
"Oh, is that so?"
Shen Wang laughed, suddenly moving to embrace Molan: "Then today I must prove to you that liking you requires no simple man."
"What do you an? Don’t act recklessly."
Molan noticed Shen Wang’s hands wandering and got a bit flustered. She wanted to refuse, but her body felt a bit restless.
Moreover, she also feared that rejecting too harshly might hurt the man’s pride and cause unnecessary conflict.
But realizing Shen Wang was touching inappropriate places and trying to remove her clothes, Molan felt a bit angry, glaring at Shen Wang: "How could you? I said not until your cultivation is higher. You can’t touch ."
Speaking simultaneously, Molan began to release her power, intending to forcibly push Shen Wang away.
But she found she couldn’t push him; he was holding on tightly. She grew angry, releasing more mana.
"You’ll understand soon."
Shen Wang gave a deep, aningful smile and leaned down to kiss Molan directly.
"Mmph mmph."
Molan’s body emitted multicolored poison gas, planning to give this man a taste of his own dicine.
Reviews
All reviews (0)