The Demon King You Are Talking About... Is He... Very Free?
Editor: Atlas Studios
North Gazing Cliff.
"I see, I see."
On the fourth day of the long conversation with the Xuanwu Emperor, Feng Xia finally had no choice but to stop. He looked helplessly at the young girl beside him. "Youniang, can you stop biting?"
"Gulp, gulp, gulp." The girl grabbed one of Feng Xia's arms and made a muffled sound.
"This… this is…"
The Xuanwu Emperor was dumbfounded, "Sect Master Feng, what are the two of you doing?"
Feng Xia smiled bitterly. He raised his hand and patted the girl's head, saying resignedly, "I've been talking to you here for three days. Youniang must be feeling annoyed…"
"I'm not," the girl bit Feng Xia's arm and replied incoherently.
"Alright, alright. We're almost done here."
Feng Xia did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Don't worry, I will wait for you anytime."
The Xuanwu Emperor, Mo Lianque, was stunned once again, "Wait for what?"