The night sky was like flowing water, dotted with stars. A silver moon hung in the sky, pouring down its silvery moonlight. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
The manor was very quiet. Occasionally, there would be the sound of insects chirping, making the moonlight even more beautiful.
Feng Hao was intoxicated, not because of the moonlight, but because of the beautiful woman in his arms.
The beautiful woman was as gentle as water, leaning on the young man's left and right sides, saying endless words of love and longing for him.
At this moment, the two women did not fight for his favor. They just quietly leaned on the young man, breathing in his intoxicating scent. Their eyes were slightly closed, and their faces were filled with happiness.
Feng Hao could feel the affection of the girls.
The two young ladies were outstanding beauties, and he couldn't help but feel pity for them. Yet, they had fallen in love with him. This moved him greatly, and at the same time, he felt a sense of guilt.
"How could I, Feng Hao …"
Feng Hao let out a sigh, and his eyes were filled with melancholy.
His own strength was still too weak. He couldn't even guarantee the safety of the two women. This made him feel a little worried.
If it wasn't for Little Ball, how could he solve the problem today?
It all came down to strength. Today, if he was a Martial Venerable or a Martial King, how could such a thing happen?
He wanted to improve his strength at a crazy rate, so that he could intimidate the others.
"The Grand Tournament of All Nations!"
This was only the first step. It was not enough for him to be strong. A strong country, a strong clan, that was what Feng Hao wanted.
The Grand Tournament of All Nations was a perfect stage for him to make a name for himself.
If he could win, as long as he could enter the Sacred King Mountain, the safety of the Feng Clan would not be a problem, and no one would dare to do anything to him.
However, with his current strength, it seemed that he was still lacking if he wanted to win. Even if he broke through to the peak of the Martial Spirit Realm, he did not have absolute confidence in winning.
These days, after fighting with Cheng Nan for a while, he felt that the monsters were not weak. Once they used their trump cards, it would be difficult for him to deal with them.
The sense of danger made his heart sink.
He couldn't wait another ten years!
There were still many things waiting for him to do. For example, the Godly Alchemy Canon. He was just a dabbler, relying on the medicinal properties of the Scarlet Refinement Alchemy King to hold on. However, once the medicinal properties were used up, he would be beaten back to his original state.
Only mystic class high rank!
Apothecaries like this were numerous like the hairs on an ox, and they were utterly inconspicuous!
Only by breaking through to the Wu Zong realm would he have absolute confidence!
Because that was the same starting point!
The All Nations Grand Tournament would last for several months, so he still had time!
"Brother Hao."
Sensing the youngster's strange behavior, the two girls lifted their heads and looked at him in confusion.
"Hehe!I'm fine. "
Seeing the worry on the two women's faces, Feng Hao immediately put on a smile. His eyes flashed, "That's right, I have something for you."
As he said that, he took out a long sword that exuded a cold aura from his ring and handed it to Wan Xin.
"This is … is this a spiritual weapon?"
Looking at the long sword in her hand that was surrounded by cold air, Wan Xin opened her mouth cutely, her eyes full of surprise.
Of course, this was what Feng Hao had specially prepared for her. It was an Ice Attribute Spiritual Iron, an Ice Attribute Upper Grade Spiritual Weapon forged by Lu Song!
"Hehe, do you like it?"
Fenghao was very satisfied with her reaction and looked at her with a smile on his face.
"Yes, I like it!"
Holding the longsword, Wan Xin could feel the chilling energy within it. She knew that with this Spirit Weapon, her strength would increase by a few times.
In her excitement, the young girl moved her face closer. Her warm lips left a wet lipstick mark on the young man's face. The young girl herself also blushed.
"Uh …"
Feng Hao was slightly stunned and smiled embarrassedly. Looking at Joan Of Arc who was pouting, he turned his hand, took out another long sword, and handed it directly to her.
Although this long sword had no attribute, it was also an Upper Grade spiritual weapon. There was light flowing on it. At first glance, one could tell that it was not an ordinary weapon.
Taking the long sword, Joan Of Arc's beautiful face bloomed like a flower. She leaned over and left her mark on the other side of Feng Hao's face. Then, like a frightened rabbit, she quickly stood up, ran to the side, and played with the spiritual weapon.
"Hehe!"
Looking at the two women dancing, Feng Hao's face was full of a satisfied smile.
What more could he ask for with such beautiful women?
He was not dissatisfied, but he felt a little sorry for the two women. After all, he could not tell them about Qing Wu.
After playing for a while and feeling the changes, the two women were even more delighted.
At the same time, they also knew that the spiritual weapon in their hands was probably not an ordinary one.
"Thank you, Brother Hao."
The two women said sweetly, clustered on both sides of the young man, and leaned closely on the side of the young man. Their beautiful faces were full of happiness and joy.
The night was enchanting, and the whispering of lovers.
The two women told him about their thoughts, and Feng Hao also told them about what he had seen and heard. Only Qing Wu's matter, he could not tell them.
The thrilling adventure in the Magic Beast Mountain Range, the experience along the way, and the bizarre Ancient Ruins deeply attracted the attention of the two women.
"So, the uncut stones in the gambling den all came from the Ancient Ruins."
"Yes."
Feng Hao nodded, "That is a place full of miracles, but it is especially dangerous."
The dragon-headed wild beast, the unicorn, and even the two king-level wild beasts that appeared that night had greatly stimulated Feng Hao's nerves.
Under their feet, he was like an ant, without the slightest ability to resist.
Although the two women were full of curiosity about the Ancient Ruins, after hearing Feng Hao's words, they gave up the idea of going there for sightseeing.
Without strength, what was the use of going there?
"Eh, this …"
When Joan Of Arc put her hand on Feng Hao's chest, she felt a ball of furry thing. She straightened up and asked suspiciously, "Brother Hao, what is that in your arms?"
"Oh, it's a little beast."
Feng Hao was stunned, and then he understood. He reached in and pulled out the little ball. "It's called Little Ball."
The little fellow was too innocent. It was sleeping soundly, but it was woken up by this unscrupulous master. Suddenly, its eyes became watery, and it looked at Feng Hao with hidden bitterness.
"Wow!What a cute little thing! "
Seeing such a little beast, the two women's eyes sparkled. They reached out and grabbed the little ball.
The poor little ball wanted to hide, but it was betrayed by its master. It fell directly into the claws of the two women, and fell into endless pain.
Feng Hao pretended not to see all this.
The little fellow deserved it.
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