The stream was murmuring, birds were singing, and a man and two beasts were slowly making their way over on a secluded path.
"Beauty, as long as you agree to become my Dao-companion, I'll slap you no matter who comes."
The dirty old turtle rode on the fat Rongrong's head, looking at the red clothed woman as he said.
"Hmph, if it weren't for you, our village wouldn't be in danger. It's not too late for you to run now. If the Ximen family really sends people here, you'll definitely be made into soup."
The woman in red frowned.
In reality, she knew very well what the consequences would be if she was snatched away by Eastern Green Gate.
However, for the safety of the entire village, she had no choice.
She was merely a puny Low Level Deity. How could she possibly be a match for the Ximen clan?
Even in the entire small village, the strongest existence was only at the Divine Spirit Realm.
Even a servant of the Ximen family could easily reach such a realm.
