Chu Dazhuang, upon hearing this, also immediately understood the implication behind the words of the crimson-robed fairy.
This glaring provocation also covertly revealed the emotions they longed for.
Chu Dazhuang sat in his chair, watching the Seven Fairies whose eyes were intently fixed on him, and chuckled mischievously.
He had seen all kinds of women, and now encountering these seven fairies, he was just as convinced of the idea in his heart: these women were all the same, no matter how tough, irritable, or even unapproachable they appeared on the outside.
But within, they were all empty, lonely, and desirous of these things.
With that thought in mind, Chu Dazhuang stood up and took two steps forward, looking at the seven maidens whose seductive eyes rippled like waves, feeling a strange sensation in his heart.
It was as if, in the Peach Garden, Sun Wukong had ensnared the seven fairies.
Now, he, Chu Dazhuang, was also waging a battle against seven fairies.
