"Ah…"
When Su Xiaobai stumbled out of the tent—still half-naked, still half-hard—he expected to see a scared elf girl playing the damsel card again.
What he didn't expect?
Was Nalan Yufei crawling backwards across the mud, her pale face frozen in horror, while a pair of eyes the size of a grown man's head glowed crimson in the swamp fog.
"…"
Su Xiaobai came out to teach her a lesson—but this bitch somehow started a boss fight.
Ahead of them, the earth cracked.
No—tore.
The swamp split apart as a creature rose from below, its massive bulk shaking the terrain, sending ripples across the cursed marshlands.
"GRRRRRRR—!"
It stood five meters tall, at least twenty across, its body glimmering like forged silver under moonlight. Two leathery wings tucked against its sides, like a wyvern that had been dipped in heavenly metal and cursed by aesthetic perfection.
And its eyes? They weren't looking at Nalan Yufei anymore.
They were locked onto Su Xiaobai's stupid naked ass.
