"How can that be!" Su He chuckled. "If Sister needs treasures, she can take them all, how could I begrudge them?"
Su He spoke with righteous ardor, his face full of generosity.
"Pfft!" Ji Feixue was taken aback for a moment and poked him, giggling: "Slick talker!"
She didn't know how many treasures she had put into the sword she made for him, and it had been refined for a whopping 730,000 years. How did it end up with her needing treasures?
"Little Master must not contact Emperor Luan in the future."
"Hmm?" Su He did not understand.
Biting her lip, Ji Feixue hummed, "You just had a fight and already picked up his shameless facade. Who knows what you'd learn from him with more contact."
Su He: "..."
Chuckling, he put away the pangolin, scooped Ji Feixue up in his arms, and poked forward, opening a Netherworld Passage: "Wife, accompany me for a trip to the Netherworld? Let's go see the Western Thunder King."
