All eyes turned towards the direction of Ten Thousand Magnificence City.
That thin layer of mist inspired awe in their hearts.
The power of the calamity!
In Ten Thousand Magnificence City, Sister Mu Wan in a pale white long dress leaned beside Han Muye, gratitude written across her face.
"Senior brother, you really didn't lift a hand to kill... "
Hearing her words, Han Muye smiled lightly and shook his head.
"Sister, you said that nurturing a bloodline is difficult, that we must accumulate the virtues of heaven and earth, and refrain from slaughtering living beings, naturally, I listened to your advice."
As he spoke, his hand reached under Sister Mu Wan's dress.
"However, I still believe that if the land yields no harvest, then planting a few more crops will eventually bear fruit."
Sister Mu Wan, her face flushing red, was about to rise, but softened and collapsed when her vital point was taken.
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