"Damn it! These lovebirds are being so mushy, what a damn hassle!"
Mo Qian clutched his abdomen and stood up.
He was truly taken aback.
That seemingly casual kick from Lin Fan had actually churned his insides, leaving him in pain.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes shooting murderous intent, staring straight at Lin Fan.
Just a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, just one man alone.
I've got a massive army and Mo Yunsheng backing me, what am I afraid of?!
Mo Qian pumped himself up internally.
Step by step.
He walked toward Lin Fan.
Lin Fan remained calm, expressionless as Mo Qian stopped in front of him.
"What? Still want to protect this woman? General Lin, I didn't expect you to be so indulgent. Aren't all these women enough for you to enjoy? Can't you spare a few for your brothers?"
Mo Qian smirked lewdly, his eyes luridly glancing at Yi Siyu, then at Mo Ningxiang and Diwu Yun'er.
The meaning was clear.
You've taken all the damn women!
