In the hot spring pool, steam swirled around.
The Bronze Sword in Lin Baici’s hand was extrely sharp, slicing down swiftly, either severing a hand or a head.
Bang!
A witch, missing half her head, fell to the ground, her eyes unclosed, and Lin Baici kicked her voluptuous backside.
Bang!
The corpse slid across the wet floor and fell into the pool where the blood spread like ink diluted in water.
Lin Baici scanned the surroundings, noticing that the witches weren’t ganging up on him, so he stopped chasing them.
"Eri, lead the way!"
Lin Baici urged, flicking his wrist.
Swish!
The blood on the Bronze Sword flicked off, leaving a streak of blood on the ground.
"This way!"
San Miyairi led the way, running toward the back mountain, puzzled.
The purification was too easy.
She hadn’t heard Suzuka Momoka ntion this rule pollution, obviously it was set up later, and given its role as the Guardian Palace Formation, the pollution intensity must be high, yet Lin Baici cut through it with a few casual slashes.
Honestly, this didn’t seem like a deadly terrifying pollution, it was more like entertaining Lin Baici.
Beyond those tyrants, any emperor cares about his reputation—he wouldn’t dare build a paradise of licentious pleasures and invite a group of beauties to let himself hack at them for fun.
If he did so, within a few months the masses would rise in rebellion.
"What are you thinking?"
Lin Baici urged: "Hurry up!"
This pollution, slippery spring water washed over jade-like skin, beauties bathe, heroes fall!
The white steam with desire-inducing effects, useless even holding one’s breath, penetrates through the skin, plus a group of drenched witches, full of temptation.
Any man wouldn’t be able to resist.
But Lin Baici ate the God, his body gained not ordinary strengthening, so the steam had no effect on him.
Moreover, with the Eater God, Lin Baici wouldn’t be affected at all.
Switch to monsters cutting Lin Baici, they’d be stronger than these witches.
"Lord Lin, are you not able to?"
San Miyairi looked back, glanced at Lin Baici, then her gaze slid downward. He was in track pants, draped in the Bodhi ssenger’s Kasaya, yet it was clear, it was not small in size.
"What do you an not able?"
Lin Baici puzzled: "We’ve fought this far, about to invade the Dragoness’s lair?"
"I’m talking about THAT!"
San Miyairi pinched her left thumb against her index finger, forming a circle, the other three fingers raised, then poked her right index finger into the circle!
"..."
Lin Baici took a mont to understand San Miyairi’s hint, his face darkened imdiately.
Most n probably dread hearing the three words, ’you can’t’, especially during intimacy.
Then what’s worse than ’you can’t’ should be...
"Are you in yet?"
"Is it already over?"
This is simply denying a man’s fundantal value.
"You sure go hard, those witches are so pretty, with great figures, I’d spare them if I were a man even while cutting them."
San Miyairi sighed: "I thought you’d sleep with them one by one, conquering them!"
"Have you watched too many adult films?"
Lin Baici said, speechlessly.
San Miyairi chuckled, suddenly blurting: "Lord Lin, you look down on Dongying people, don’t you?"
Only then would you cut people like slaughtering chickens or dogs.
Lin Baici was taken aback!
So that’s it, San Miyairi wasn’t flirting, but her mind wandered because his cold stance on slaying witches seed too heartless.
It’s understandable though, given the deep grudges between Kyushu and Dongying.
Lin Baici was too lazy to explain, simply saying: "Will you sleep with ?"
"If you will, you’re my good friend!"
"Will you marry then?"
San Miyairi stared wide-eyed, seriously looking at Lin Baici: "If you marry , I’d obey you completely, even if you wanted with other n, I wouldn’t object!"
"Do your Dongying couples play around like this?"
"Sorry, I have no plans to marry!"
Kidding, I’m just 20 years old, most important is having money and freedom, still enjoying life!
San Miyairi laughed self-deprecatingly: "I am shallow indeed!"
"If I were as handso as you, already financially free, with a healthy body, forget Haijing Polytechnic, I’d turn every university in Haijing into my fish pond!"
"Pretty female students, all mine!"
"Today steam a couple, tomorrow stew a few more!"
"Delicious!"
San Miyairi secretly studied Lin Baici’s expression.
Lin Baici rolled his eyes: "You are indeed shallow!"
"Is this all you aspire to?"
"Can’t you look further and aim higher?"
San Miyairi smirked: "What now?"
"I should gaze up at the sky, with stars and the sea as my journey?"
"Sorry, we are a small nation with scant populace, such lofty pursuits are beyond us!"
San Miyairi’s expression turned sowhat gloomy; they weren’t nonexistent, just unattainable.
Stars and seas, those are dreams of great nations, the grand endeavors of great nations!
Small nations strive just becoming pets for others at best!
Why does San Miyairi admire Kyushu’s culture?
Look at their poetry and songs, magnificent works, then look at her country’s poetry and haikus—what’s that even?
Not discussing these but the future, Dongying has no future.
One glance sees the end!
Look at Kyushu, while others fight for resources on Blue Star, they’re already building a lunar base, planning Mars settlents.
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