Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter 28: When Feelings Run Deep, There's No Regret!
These words were the sharpest weapon that Jun Xizhu used to win over her female generals! Basically, as long as it was a woman, upon hearing these words, they would immediately become excited...
Just as she was about to guide Mo Qingwu in this direction, she didn't expect that this marvelous tactic, which was foolproof with all other women, would actually fail against this little girl...
How could this not be frustrating!
Jun Luolu beside her giggled softly.
Seeing her sister, who typically had success in everything, actually stumbling in front of a little girl, Jun Luolu couldn't help but laugh.
"Ah... it's my fault!" Jun Xizhu said, looking dejected. "You're just a girl, not yet a woman... you don't understand these things."
Mo Qingwu smiled innocently and adorably, saying, "Brother Chu Yang says to do it this way, so I'll do it this way."
Jun Xizhu sighed deeply, feeling helpless and not knowing what else to say, so she had no choice but to tightly shut her eyes.
Out of sight, out of mind! So frustrating... I don’t even know what your Brother Chu Yang is capable of, to have such a little girl so infatuated...
The wheels rolled, and the hooves sounded; they were getting closer to Dingjun Mountain...
With her eyes closed, Jun Xizhu's thoughts had already drifted to another place. Ice and snow wasteland... a ninth level spirit beast? If she could refine the Inner Dan of the spirit beast, would she advance further?
Jun Luolu thought: Brother Wei is probably having a great time at Dingjun Mountain. That guy has not written a letter in such a long time; when I see him, I’ll have to give him a good scolding...
Mo Qingwu was thinking: Brother Chu Yang... Brother Chu Yang, come quickly! I miss you, woo woo... The knife is gone, and the sheath has also been left at home... Little Wu is so pitiful, woo woo...
Three days later.
Iron Dragon City and Wu Kuangyun were still waging wars in the south and north, and the territory of the Iron Cloud Nation was expanding more and more; meanwhile, Iron Cloud City was already in a festive atmosphere, and the government affairs had also completely entered a regular state.
After the expansion of the butian pavilion, it stood tall in Iron Cloud City, becoming a unique symbol of Iron Cloud.
Inside, in the secret chamber of Chu King of Hell, Wu Qianqian, dressed in black, with a stern demeanor and a golden mask that exuded a cold air, was looking at a stack of official documents.
At the innermost part, a secret door gently moved and then slowly slid open. A figure in bright yellow slowly emerged and walked in.
"You've come?" Wu Qianqian said softly.
"Yes." Tie Butian's robe was still quite large; he walked to Wu Qianqian’s opposite side, sitting down and gazing dreamily at the golden mask, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"How is it? Do you feel anything?" Wu Qianqian stood up and curiously approached Tie Butian.
"It's only been two months; what can I feel?" Tie Butian rolled his eyes at her and said, "I read in a book that it takes at least five or six months to feel any movement..."
"So late?" Wu Qianqian's beautiful eyes widened in surprise.
"However, I can feel him growing day by day..." Tie Butian smiled, gently caressing his abdomen, a tender expression on his face.
"Let me feel..." Wu Qianqian leaned over, about to extend her hand, but then felt that the mask on her face was somewhat obstructive, reaching out to take it off.
"Don't..." Tie Butian grabbed her hand, his eyes revealing a pleading look. "Brother Chu, don't take off the mask..."
If you don’t take off the mask, you are my Brother Chu; if you take it off, I will have nothing left to fantasize about...
Seeing the pleading in Tie Butian's eyes, Wu Qianqian suddenly froze.
She stood there for a long time, and her expression finally became lively as she gently touched Tie Butian's face and said softly, "My dear wife... you’ve suffered."
Her voice had surprisingly transformed into Chu Yang's voice.
Tie Butian's body trembled, he closed his eyes, gently held that hand against his face, and listened to this familiar voice, a voice that had appeared countless times in his dreams, his face serene with happiness, softly saying, "For Brother Chu to have sons and daughters... I do not suffer."