"Then let's rest for a couple of days."
Shen Wang dragged the lion's corpse: "Let's skin this guy later and make a bed so we can sleep well."
"Who wants to sleep with you."
Molan gave Shen Wang a playful slap.
"Oh, does your hand not have poison anymore?"
Shen Wang noticed something different. Every time he touched Molan, he had to be very careful to avoid being poisoned, but this time, despite his precautions, he didn't sense any poison power.
"You're right. Pressure can stimulate quicker improvement. I've started to control the poison power."
Molan smiled, clearly in a good mood.
"Congratulations, now we can kiss and hug as much as we want."
Shen Wang grinned mischievously, giving Molan's pretty, rosy cheek a playful flick, confirming there really was no poison.
"Don't touch me recklessly. My control isn't good enough yet, I might still poison you."
Molan huffed.
"I'm helping you improve your control, you should thank me."
