Shen Lang stood before Zhuge Xian'Er, a rare look of tenderness in his eyes as he crouched down.
In truth, it wasn't just her demonic intelligence that had stirred the softness in his heart and made him gladly accept her proposal.
This pitifully lovely woman should have been showered with affection, cherished in the palm of one's hand.
But despite her breathtaking talent, she had not received any of what she deserved. Instead, she had suffered far, far too much...
She had founded the Night Soul organization three hundred years ago, a formidable feat. Yet, the poison in her legs had been there for over four hundred years, and she had endured inhuman agony for four hundred long years!
Others might not see it, but how could Shen Lang not know?
The poison in her legs was one of the Ten Extremes Poisons, the Black Crow Witchcraft—a Voodoo that struck fear into the hearts of even Emperor Martial Realm experts!
