"How many?" Yin Qingyi asked.
Lan Jiaojiao was puzzled, "How many what?"
"I asked how many wives Qin Yi has?"
Lan Jiaojiao was confused, "Just one!"
"Tch, I thought he had dozens! In our Fox Clan, it's common for strong ones to marry more than ten or twenty wives."
Lan Jiaojiao broke into a cold sweat, this is Earth, where a monogamous system is practiced.
But Yin Qingyi was clearly more interested in Qin Yi, who was trying to tear Yun Mengyao's skirt, and she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Qin Yi, go for it, strip that woman, I support you!"
Lan Jiaojiao broke into a cold sweat.
"Qin Yi, come down, it's too high, you'll get hurt if you fall." Lan Jiaojiao shouted, worried that Qin Yi might fall.
"Master, let go quickly. It's estimated to be over two hundred meters high already. Your eyesight isn't good; you might get injured if you fall." The Blood Flood Dragon also formed a sound line to remind Qin Yi.
