In the ancient city, two figures walked side by side, communicating with their divine senses.
"Qin Luan, you unlucky bastard, why did you choose this world?"
"Don't blame me, Li Fugui, I was here in this world first, and you followed!"
Seven Kill Taoist snorted coldly, not discussing this issue further: "Why didn't you bring Song Ying and the others?"
"Coming to an unknown world, I have no confidence in protecting them. What about you, why are the little princesses of the merpeople and South Jiao Dragon Tribe who were always by your side not here?"
"Same reason." Seven Kill Taoist shrugged his shoulders, not very eager to talk about this topic.
Within a few days of returning to Jiuzhou from the Ten Thousand Words World, Rain Little Meng and Li Jiaojiao were constantly attacking him day and night. If not for his strong will, he would have already succumbed to their charm.