Mo Qingmeng’s Crisis

"Hmph, a little girl who doesn't know the immensity of the heavens and earth, I'll let you know the consequences of contradicting me in a while.

"However, judging by your good looks, I'm interested in letting you become my bed-warming servant girl.

"Haha..."

The Daoist's laughter resounded throughout the valley.

He had not been with a woman for a thousand years, and he felt like his body was gathering dust. 

The key was that these two women were not bad looking.

Especially Mo Qingmeng. Her enchanting figure and majestic height deeply stimulated him.

What made him even more unable to control himself were her fair legs that made his eyes open wide.

His entire body was about to be engulfed in flames.

If he were to lie atop such an exquisite beauty, it would be extremely intoxicating.

Furthermore, the servant beside her was not too bad either.