Gushan City.
The General's Mansion's quiet room.
Lu Bei steps out, tossing Tu Yuan, who's bare-bottomed, onto the floor, and looks at the twisted demonic script on the sacrificial altar. With a backhand slap, he smashes it.
Just in case, he takes out a piece of decayed wood and carves something into it...
Nothing.
He can't explain his relationship with Lu Nan in a few words and writing anything seems inappropriate. He doesn't believe that with a blank sheet without even a name, Tu Yuan could still conjure up Lu Nan again.
"Err, it seems like it's not impossible."
Lu Bei raises his hand to cover his face, looking annoyedly towards the corner of the room where Tu Yuan is sleeping soundly. He strides over, rudely waking the sleeping soul.
She's pretty and her body leaves nothing to be criticized. From any angle, she seems of the shameless type who deserves a beating.
One punch and Tu Yuan didn't wake up, yelping in her sleep. Two punches, and she slept even sounder.
