"Sigh!" Li Chang'an sighed, put his arm around her and sat down, looking expressionlessly at the soldiers in front of him who were assigning tasks.

Zhao Hu paused for a moment, watching the two adulterers who had started chatting and then suddenly embraced.

Chen Da looked up at the sky and said, "The weather is really nice today, brothers, let's hurry up and recruit some people."

The other soldiers, seeing the torrential rain and the expressionless Marquis, chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

After they finished speaking, they turned and left. Before leaving, Chen Da pulled Zhao Hu back.

In just a few breaths, the group of soldiers dispersed, each with a maternal smile on their face.

It seems there will be another Marquis's wife in the future.

That's right, such a good marquis deserves to have several wives.

Some of the guards even sighed, regretting that they weren't women, otherwise they could have tried to serve the Marquis.

Luo Yang lay limply in Li Chang'an's arms, looking at the face that often appeared in her dreams, and had no other thoughts.

She had only one thought: to taste that mouth that could spout profound truths, and to bite the tongue inside that mouth.

Luo Yang couldn't control herself anymore, wrapped her arms around Li Chang'an's neck, and kissed him.

When their lips touched, she felt her mind go blank, her heart pounding in her throat, and her soul soaring to the heavens.

Then Li Chang'an saw Luoyang, who was a terrestrial immortal and could easily fly over rooftops and walk on walls.

Because of the kiss, her eyes rolled back and she fainted from happiness.

"Damn it, you call yourself the leader of the Demonic Sect? You're already failing so quickly."

Li Chang'an carried Luo Yang in his arms, his expression somewhat helpless.

"Sigh, don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a legend!"