172nd Night Talk

"Why are you dragging me out here in the middle of the night?" Lai Li led Lock Fan to a jungle not far from East Look Mountain, as it neared dawn.

Is she going to do the deed with me? As the cold wind blew, Lock Fan gradually sobered up from his drunken state and imagined what Lai Li might do next.

"We're here." Lai Li seemed to notice that dirty thought in Lock Fan's mind and pursed her lips.

"I'm new to this too, isn't playing this kind of game a bit much?" Lock Fan whispered obediently, leaning close to Lai Li, "Be gentle with me later, okay?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Lu Hong's Blood Holy Sword suddenly stabbed into the ground by Lock Fan's feet, scaring him into retreat.

"Ahem, since you're here, hurry up and sit down."

Hearing Lu Hong's voice, Lock Fan finally noticed that Caesar and Lu Hong were sitting on a sofa in the clearing, with Lu Hong looking quite embarrassed. As for Caesar, his face was as dark as if he was about to commit murder.