"What are you talking about?"
Jiang Shouzhong couldn't understand at all and only felt a chill down his spine.
Luo Wanqing slowly bent down, locking eyes with Jiang Shouzhong, her bright red lips slightly curving upward,
"Jiang Mo, do you think you can have me that easily? Since our fate is bound together, I shall use you for cultivation."
Cultivation?
Even if it is Dual Cultivation, it needn't be like this.
I can take the initiative.
Jiang Shouzhong realized that this woman's so-called Dual Cultivation might not be the same as Mengniang's.
He swallowed his saliva and said, "Thank you, miss. Could you calm down a bit? Whatever is troubling you, release me first, and let us discuss it slowly?"
"Don't be afraid..."
As Luo Wanqing stroked his cheek gently, she spoke soothingly, "When I am at ease, you will be too. When I am in pain, so shall you be… in the ceaseless cycle of reincarnation, from suffering comes bliss. You and I must first descend into Bitter Fire Hell."
