More and more images began to surface in Carlos's mind; he imagined the two girls' stunning figures, writhing in pleasure beneath Qin Chu.
Did they still mention his name in such moments, followed by heartless mockery?
The more he thought, the sadder he became; the more he thought, the more it hurt.
Kneeling on the ground, his body trembled nonstop, his wailing becoming ever more piercing. If you gave him a trident and set a plum blossom tune in the background, it would look even more the part.
Even Qin Chu was a bit stunned by this. Was it really that painful?
Well, perhaps it was quite painful... The Fake Spiral Sword had scraped off large chunks of flesh from Carlos's body, even a kidney – it would be fake to say it didn't hurt.
But still, you're quite a skilled master, aren't you? Is such a display necessary?
After Qin Chu appeared, Nadia's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
Being with Qin Chu always gave Nadia a special sense of tranquility.
