Feng Chen harrumphed and declared, "I'm definitely going to tell the little fellow this afterwards."
Mo Lian's expression turned even weirder at the mention of Qiaoqiao.
"Wifey, wifey!" As the two were chatting, they heard a wild shriek that made both of them knit their brows.
When they turned to take a look, even Feng Chen couldn't maintain his calm, and he twitched his mouth.
Dao Wuji's hair was disheveled, and he ran out stripped to the waist, only wearing a pair of briefs.
He first looked left and right, and then he slapped his thigh while wailing, "My wifey! Oh gosh, where are my beautiful wives? Why are they all gone!"
There was no need to guess. If Mo Lian didn't destroy the talisman matrix on the 15th level in one fell swoop, this punk would probably still be intoxicated by those beauties, unable to extricate himself!
Mo Lian simply ignored him and turned to walk toward the 16th level.
