Shami’s body froze.
Those small feet, like playful fish, returned to him once again.
Shami couldn’t reach out to grasp them in ti, feeling the sa soothing sensation from the left and right as his abdon was surrounded by six small feet.
Shami widened his eyes as he looked at the three girls, whose ears were slightly red, chatting calmly in front of him.
Alright, alright, so this is how you play. Pretending to chat while beneath the water, you’re having such a wild ti.
Shami’s two hands couldn’t compete against six feet; for a mont, facing the request from six small feet for a touch, he didn’t know how to allocate, so he could only touch each one in turn.
The Elf Maiden looked at Shami, the White-haired Maiden looked at Shami, and the Dragon Race Maiden also looked at Shami, their eyes all carrying a hint of ’why not keep playing?’
Shami furrowed his brows.
What’s going on here? Don’t think it’s a one-on-one sneaky play, the Demon King isn’t Nezha, can’t keep up with everything!
Also, whose little feet are those, they’ve already touched the Demon King Weapon!
Shami’s body gradually felt uncomfortable.
The girls tilted their heads in confusion, but the tacit understanding between them told them that if the other two found out about this behavior, then it wouldn’t count as sneaking away!
How could these pure maidens behave so wantonly in the hot spring?
"I picked an eight-pound waterlon from the tree yesterday..."
"Where did you fish it...?"
"Eh... my tail isn’t moving... you’ve all talked my tail hungry..."
Amid their drunken and disorderly chatter, the three maidens maintained a semblance of order, like the universe.
"You girls’ conversation quality has dropped to kindergarten level, are you all idiots who can’t multitask?"
Currently multitasking, Shami teased the three maidens, but in the next mont, even the Demon King felt sothing was off.
Shami’s mind suddenly beca hazy; for a brief mont, he seed to directly see the temperature around him through his eyes. But this snake-like visual capability vanished in an instant.
Quickly regaining his senses, Shami suspected sothing was wrong with his body, and hurriedly used Magic Power to examine himself.
With his regular routine and commitnt to exercise, how could he suddenly fall ill?
At that mont, he noticed the three maidens staring blankly at him.
The three pairs of small feet were pulled back, and the three girls beside him shrank their bodies, wide-eyed, looking incredulously at Shami.
"What’s wrong?"
Shami looked at the three girls curiously.
"Shami, did you bring sothing glowing into the hot spring? Electricity and water can turn creatures to charcoal."
"How is that possible?"
It’s known that when soaking in the hot spring, even underwear and briefs aren’t necessary; he was this way, and the three girls in front of him were this way.
So how could he have brought anything else?
"But, but there’s a glowing stick in the hot spring?"
The Elf Maiden’s trembling little finger pointed in front of Shami, and beside her, the other two girls slowly approached, staring blankly at the front of Shami.
"No, impossible, how could it be, a hot spring isn’t a concert, why would there be a glow stick..."
Shami was incredulous for a mont but seed to have thought of sothing, while comforting himself, he cautiously looked down.
In the hot spring appeared a glowing stick, its brightness piercing through the water and becoming the focus around.
’And this, it can make the body glow, drinking just a sip, even prey hiding in deep mountains and woods at night can be easily found with the [Prey-Tracking Potion].’
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