After an unknown period of time, Yin Wuyou lay weakly in Zhou Shu's arms. Her fair and delicate body was extremely alluring, and her slender legs were still resting on Zhou Shu's.
She closed her eyes in embarrassment, afraid to open them.
"Grand Minister." Zhou Shu looked satisfied, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. The trace of tainted blood qi in his body had long disappeared.
At some point, he had completely regained the power in his body.
His spiritual essence surged and was even stronger than before. But he still couldn't break through the shackles of the first rank of the Martial Dao.
"Call me Wuyou from now on," Yin Wuyou said in a soft voice as she pressed her face against Zhou Shu's chest.
"Wuyou?" Zhou Shu whispered.
"Yeah." Yin Wuyou replied, her heart filled with happiness.
