Sang Luo walked over and glared at him. "You really aren't afraid this thing will kill me!"
She huffed. "If you poison me to death, I won't let you off even as a ghost, you damned bird!"
"Excellent. To share a bed in life and a pillow in death—how romantic. For my Luo'er to remember me even as a ghost would be my greatest honor."
"You! Get the hell away from me!"
Furious, Sang Luo gave him a light kick.
'Seeing this spirited and flustered expression of hers, he knew her main consciousness had taken over. The Clone only possessed a wisp of her Divine Sense and always seemed to lack a certain spark.'
Fei Yuan pulled her into his arms, his hand resting on the small of her back. He lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and said with a low chuckle, "I would never risk the safety of my precious Luo'er and our child. I need to study this Divine Poison Pearl for a while longer. I'll only give it to you after I'm absolutely certain it's foolproof."
