The cold light cast eeriely on Hui Wuniang's demonically ferocious face.
Her emerald green pupils reflected her husband's twisted face, filled with deep-seated hatred.
She opened her blood-drenched mouth, and with a sound, sprayed the blood between her lips and teeth all over his head and face, then laughed madly in despair.
Chi Wenyan suddenly went silent, the feral, brutal smile froze on his face.
His lips slowly pressed downwards as he nonchalantly wiped the bloodstains off his face.
A cold smile appeared in Chi Wenyan's eyes, and he did not continue to torment Hui Wuniang.
His fingers relaxed, releasing her hair, and Hui Wuniang's body fell heavily back onto the bed.
Chi Wenyan took a deep breath, his fingers gently tracing her face:
"Li Jiujiu of the Lihe Sect is indeed a good person, it's understandable why you like her so much.
Not to mention, Wuniang likes her, and so do I. She would be perfect as the mother of my next child."
