Jianmu said this and let out a long sigh, looking up and down at Christina.
"I've heard True Martial King is charming and attractive, with countless confidantes, and unexpectedly, I've met one."
Christina snorted, looking at Jianmu with indifference.
"Old man, I advise you not to meddle in True Martial King's affairs, and you shouldn't talk about his women either."
"Besides, however many Longevity Fruits you have, you might as well offer them up—more is better."
Jianmu seemed to think of True Martial King's means, shivered, and bitterly smiled.
"I didn't really believe you were True Martial King's woman, but now I do."
"Even your slick and shameless style of speaking is just like his."
Christina giggled and glanced at the unconscious Yang Fei on the ground.
"Speaking of shamelessness, you haven't experienced Yang Fei's skills yet. If he wakes up, you'll bleed even more."
Saying this, Christina looked at Jianmu with a half-smile.
