As the words fell, a horrifying and twisted blood-colored pattern suddenly surged from Lady Wan at the center towards all directions, ultimately colliding with the towering willow wreathed in mist!
In an instant,
An ominous, distorted madness filled every corner of the air, turning the entire manor into a desolate Ghost Domain!
Leaning leisurely against the Eight Immortals Table by his side, Xu Yuan gently touched the rough texture of the table's edge, his gaze askance, his tone mild:
"How so? By the looks of it, it seems you want to have a go at me here with that pregnant belly of yours?"
Lady Wan struggled to suppress the instinctual impulses in her heart, her voice hoarse and sharp:
"If sir insists on this, then I can only oblige."
"Heh...."
Hearing Xu Yuan's involuntary chuckle, their eyes met for an instant.
Then,
His lips parting slightly,
"Just... with that tattered body of yours?"
"...."
