"How many tails I have, that's how many cubs you should bear? It's not impossible."
"Ah? Then I have to bear twelve!" Sally exclaimed in panic.
"How did you know it was twelve!" Qing Linghuan's lips quirked up, radiating boundless seduction, "Was it you appearing in godly armor during the tribulation?"
"..."
"I should just kill you."
Sally could vaguely see the murderous intent in his eyes and didn't dare move an inch.
In the auction hall, amid the near-obsessive frenzy of the bidders, who were struggling to maintain their composure, Qing Linghuan stirred up a heated wave of excitement, much like when he had first arrived.
[Xiaomei, he really wants to kill me, run!]
[The Shuttler isn't fully replicated yet; it still needs another month and a half. The host needn't worry too much, if the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox wanted to kill the host, he would have done so already.]
[Why didn't it just explode and kill him, a Divine Beast's body is too resilient.]
