Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Looking around, this place seemed to be a back garden.

Artificial hills, ponds, gardens, and pavilions.

A hardworking little bee buzzed past my ear.

Fan Zui dared not move at all until he let it crawl on his ear for a while and then fly away before he dared to move.

Without hesitation, I immediately ran to the flower bushes behind the artificial hill.

Unbuckle his belt and take off his pants.

"...Witch, I'm not done with you yet!"

Fan Zui gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

That rage was enough to burn away the self-esteem of every normal man and incinerate all the heavens and the myriad worlds.

Witch, come out here! I promise I'll let you experience the power of three centimeters.

Make you unable to live or die.

In dreams, one mostly reflects what one thinks in one's heart.

As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

Therefore, the dream world he is in right now is actually the inner world of that witch whose name Fan Zui still does not know and whose face he has never seen.

"What kind of inner world makes the eunuch in your dream still have three centimeters left?"

At that moment, Fan Zui felt pain in his teeth, liver, and entire body.

Only Xiao Er doesn't feel pain.

Although Fan Zui had never seen a real eunuch, he knew that when the knife was used, there was absolutely no way to leave any survivors.

After all, this is what it means to nip something in the bud.

Otherwise, if everyone left three centimeters, wouldn't the emperor's harem be in chaos?

Princes were numerous, and princesses were everywhere.

However, the eunuch in this witch's dream still had three centimeters of penis.

Yes, but not many.

Wouldn't it be better if it were longer?

Does this witch not like it?

Fan Zui now only wants to fight this witch to the death.

If I see her, I'll definitely start a fight without hesitation.

After all, a man's dignity should not be trampled on.

A person may die, but dignity must not be lost.

Fight for dignity!

Witch, die!

"Little Songzi."

A voice suddenly came from behind Fan Zui, seemingly neither far nor near.

It gives the feeling that although the other person is far away, their voice is right next to your ear.

Can you transmit sound into a room?

This thought kept flashing through Fan Zui's mind.

Before he could think further, he suddenly felt his throat become dry.

Because, without him noticing, the witch had silently appeared behind him.

Even without turning around, one could clearly sense the chilling aura emanating from the other person.

Those were eyes that seemed to come from a hell of thousands of skeletons, carrying a cold and murderous aura.

Before he could even turn around, Fan Zui already felt as if his back was freezing.

"Yes!"

Fan Zui turned around, bowed slightly, and respectfully greeted the man.

Everything happened so naturally.

There was no hesitation or delay whatsoever.

It seemed to come from some kind of instinct.

As he looked down, Fan Zui smelled the same fragrance he had smelled on the big bed that night.

The fragrance filled my nostrils, and it felt as if something was slowly sprouting inside me, giving me a fluttering, impulsive feeling.

Simply put, they're itching to do something.

Seeing this, Fan Zui couldn't help but curse the witch in his heart once again.

At the same time, I'm also angry at my own lack of ambition. Three centimeters, what are you even trying to achieve?

Whether it was a misperception or something else, he felt that after the fragrance entered his body, it began to gather in his lower dantian.

Will it have the effect of bringing withered trees back to life?

He gasped.

"Little Song, what were you doing here just now?"

The voice remained as cold and detached as ever, seemingly devoid of any emotion.

It was completely different from the frenzy on the big bed that night; it was as if they were two different people.

At this moment, she was floating in the air, with faint black mist swirling around her.

Fan Zui's gaze fell only on a pair of boots adorned with the Nine Demons and Nine Netherworlds, and a black skirt that fluttered in the wind.

Upon seeing this, Fan Zui's pupils constricted slightly.

He had the privilege of seeing the pattern on those shoes before.

It is said that this is an unparalleled demonic weapon forged by the great weapon refiner of the demon race, who once shook the ages, using the lives of the people of ten cities as a guide, and taking thirty years to complete.

It is one of the few imperial-level divine weapons in the world.

Not only does it possess the ability to travel ten thousand miles a day without consuming any true energy, but it can also easily shatter and tear through space.

Horror!

These are imperial boots that only the Empress of the Nine Nether Demon Clan is qualified to wear.

As for the skirt, only half of it was visible, and its origin was unknown.

You need to take it off, look at it carefully, and study it thoroughly to understand its depth.

Could this woman be the Demon Empress?

In that brief moment, a thousand horses galloped through Fan Zui's mind.

Amidst the swirling dust, only one word remained: "Cao!"

"Your Majesty, this servant was just... just now preparing..."

Fan Zui's forehead was already damp with sweat.

Because he didn't know how to make it up.

This witch's cultivation level, like her physical body's, is unfathomable.

Therefore, as long as he tells even half a lie, he will inevitably be able to deceive her.

Perhaps with one slap, she would blast herself into dust, ending the dream.

Finished with flowers.

But we can't just say he was counting birds.

If I get castrated again, I might as well just run into her and die.

We don't need to spend money to buy tofu anymore.

However, before Fan Zui could figure out how to answer to escape danger, the woman suddenly exclaimed "Eh!" and then disappeared from the spot.

Only a lingering fragrance remains.

That suffocating pressure vanished instantly.

The fragrance entered the body, and the reaction was even bolder than before.

I reached up and wiped my forehead; it was covered in sweat.

Fan Zui let out a heavy sigh of relief, feeling as if a great burden had been lifted.

I'm about to leave; I need to find a way to begin my spiritual practice as soon as possible.

Putting aside everything else, he had already thoroughly mastered the basic cultivation manual.

Now that they can share their talents, this witch must be one of the most gifted in the world.