Wu Xiang angrily said, "Even though I'm ruthless, my words are as solid as a nail. If you don't believe me, then get lost!"
The old farmer chuckled, knowing well Wu Xiang's temper.
The old farmer's gaze swept over Lv Qingzhu's face and waist; the heat in his lower abdomen grew even stronger than before.
He touched the lining inside his chest collar, where a bottle of potent aphrodisiac was stashed...
He glanced at Lv Qingzhu; her face was pale, a sheen of sweat on her forehead, clearly she was exhausted.
Moreover, with the second layer of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill protecting him, he could indeed fight!
Suddenly, the old farmer leaped onto a large beech tree beside him. At the tree's branch was a bird's nest where he placed Tao Rong's head, then gracefully descended.
The moment the old farmer landed, threads of blood erupted around him. He drew a machete from his lower back and charged into the fray!
