「Imperial-level Battlefield.」
The Golden Chariot, pulled by nine Divine Dragons, was a world unto itself.
Within a delicately adorned great hall, Hongmeng held Zhan Lianxue in his embrace. Her skin was fine and smooth, warm and lustrous like jade, tough yet full of resilience.
It had to be said that Zhan Lianxue, this Female War God, gave off a different aura. She was the polar opposite of the typically gentle and delicate women.
As Hongmeng's palm gently caressed the beauty's fragrant shoulder, Zhan Lianxue lazily opened her eyes, which carried a hint of languidness.
The golden bloodstain on the silk quilt was particularly jarring.
"Are you alright?" Hongmeng looked at Zhan Lianxue, and ultimately could not bring himself to be ruthless, expressing his concern.
"What could possibly be wrong with me? It's just a minor injury, not even enough to itch. Remember, I am from the War God Empress Clan, a Female War God."
Hongmeng: "..."
Can such injuries really be the same?
