"But I can tell you, Emperor, though powerful, able to turn speech into law, is still not considered much for some beings, but rather, they are the objects and targets of their slaughter!"
Jiang Hui's slender fingers, like carved jade, slightly bent, slowly brushed through the woman's long, black, dusty hair, inhaling the faint fragrance that refreshed the heart and soul, and whispered meaningfully into the woman's ear.
In the distance, Spiritual Rain was falling, like beads breaking off a string.
The misty rain was like silk, the ripples hazy, a light veil over the face, the distant mountains picturesque, enraptured and intoxicated.
The raindrops hit the ground, making a crisp dripping sound, yet they showed no sign of moisture.
Although Spiritual Rain contained the word 'rain', it wasn't truly rain in the conventional sense.
Feeling the tingling sensibility by her ear, Willow God was taken aback for a long time.
It wasn't out of shyness.
