"Don't always hang out with harem spirit." Blake felt helpless, then paused and added, "Don't play with her!"
Jean shook her head. "That won't work. She's pretty and speaks nicely..."
As she spoke, she prepared to float upward and leave quickly. However, Blake held her hand and did not let go of her.
Jean turned back in confusion.
Blake smiled slyly. "I haven't answered your question yet."
Jean thought of the conversation and said quickly, "No need! I was only kidding!"
Blake's smile never diminished. "But I take it seriously. Let me think about it. Where should I kiss you?"
Jean felt desperate. Oh! Don't!
The first thought that came to Jean's mind was the side effects of Passionate Top-Up Ointment.
Combined with Blake's current words, she could not think of anything normal. She had read too many novels.
Usually, in this situation, something would happen between the male and female leads.
When Jean thought about the scenario, such as a one-night stand or ambiguous breathing sounds coming from the dim hotel room, she was frightened!
Jean made a countermeasure in an instant. Strike first!
She quickly kissed Blake's cheek and said as if coaxing a baby, "Okay, continue your cultivation! Be obedient!"
After she finished speaking, she wanted to run away again. Blake still did not let her go and suddenly felt unsatisfied.
He gulped unconsciously, and his gaze fell on Jean's lips.
Jean felt her heart beat faster.
After a while, Jean finally returned to her senses, and without stopping, she took the initiative again and quickly kissed lightly on Blake's lips.
"Okay!" Jean panicked. "Don't go too far!" After saying that, she fled in panic.
This time, Blake did not stop her. He only looked at the embarrassed Jean running away, then chuckled helplessly.
He stroked his lips gently and sighed.
Jean ran away from the discipline hall.
The harem spirit was guarding the intersection and immediately grabbed Jean. "How about it? Are you at high speed?"
Jean pressed her chest and was in shock. "Yes, I am!"
The harem spirit was surprised. "Wow, you act so fast!"
Furthermore, it was a bag of holding made by the King of Styx. King of Styx was a man, so the bag of holding he made fit the temperament of a male.
Josh took it over happily and exclaimed while observing it, "It turns out this is the real bag of holding!"
His ghost generals could get new homes from their tattered sacks today.
Zachary pursed his lips and said nothing. He wanted it, but he would not say it!
Josh showed off to Zachary. "Hey, are you envious? Lilly gave it to me first!"
Zachary sneered. "Well, I'm older. I should let my younger brother receive the gift first."
Josh's smile suddenly froze.
Lilly handed another bag of holding to Zachary. "Zac, this is yours! I specially left a dark green one for you!"
Zachary liked green. He took it in surprise. Although Lilly did not give it to him first, she chose the color for him!
Josh and Zachary loved the bag of holding very much.
Josh coughed and pretended to ask casually, "By the way, Lilly, how big is this bag? Can it hold 20 ghosts?"
He secretly showed off. I caught 20 ghosts. Praise me!
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