Tao Qian's final words left Duan Yuhong's expression momentarily stiffened.
Just as she was about to ask for details, from the warm bed over there, Gao Buxi's voice, which had become hoarse, suddenly came through:
"Dear wife, have mercy."
"I surrender; let's cease hostilities for now."
Such barbaric words immediately made Duan Yuhong blush with shame.
Meanwhile, Tao Qian took advantage of the moment to make his move.
He walked straight to the bedside, where Gao Buxi, with his last ounce of strength, had summoned a magic artifact to cloak himself in a gown, only to then collapse like a mound of mud onto the spot, pallid and emaciated, with his legs trembling non-stop—a clear sign of someone drained of both qi and blood, unable to sustain any more blows.
Scattered around on the bed were a host of voluptuous and gracious Joyful Demons, each with a look of distaste on their face.
