It had been many days since she'd been kissed by her husband so passionately and insistently, and she now felt a sense of being overlooked. Yet, Guo Qiao knew well that Guo didn't like his beautiful companions competing for his attention—deep down, she herself was like a flame, needing her husband's gentle, soothing touch to calm it down. Her lips were moist, smooth, velvety, soft, and carried a delicate fragrance. As Guo's large tongue touched her pink lips, he became instantly enthusiastic, kissing her wildly in the air. Meanwhile, Guo Qiao felt deeply cherished by her own husband. Soon, both Guo and Qiao were engulfed in a fiery passion. A scorching heat enveloped them, and Qiao regretted deeply for having dared to test her husband's love. "No! Husband!" she cried, but it was too late. Once Guo made up his mind, even nine horses could not pull him back. The sulfur fire lakes in hell, the cries echoing everywhere, sent Dong Jiao's spine tingling. A demon with wild, disheveled hair reached out with sharp, slender fingers, grabbing at Dong Jiao's delicate face. Dong Jiao, like a startled bird, darted toward Gao Liang's embrace. Gao Liang held the beautiful woman tightly, raised his Zhan Tian Sword, and in a swift motion, severed the demon's hands. More demons surged forward, baring their teeth, and extending tongues three meters long, curling toward Gao Liang. Gao Liang danced his sword, cutting the tongues in two. Blood flowed like rivers, spreading across the ground beneath him, where a vast array of demon corpses lay scattered. A foul stench filled the air, and Dong Jiao covered her nose. Afraid of the demons, especially the dead bodies, she could hardly bear to look—throughout hell, demon corpses lay everywhere, strewn like fallen leaves. Gao Liang advanced, stepping over the fallen demons. The King of the Demons, witnessing Gao Liang's slaughter of so many demons, grew furious and shouted at him, "Hear me, young man! You dare enter my realm Soon, Gao Liang realized he was surrounded by hundreds, even thousands of ghosts, layer upon layer. "Archers! Shoot!" With a single command from the Ghost King, the archers unleashed a barrage of arrows aimed directly at Gao Liang. In fact, many of the arrows struck Dong Jiao, who was cradled in Gao Liang's arms. Gao Liang immediately used his arm to shield her. Dong Jiao cried out, "Husband—!" But it was too late—the arrows had already pierced Gao Liang's arm. "Hah! Hah! Young man! You've just been struck by my Hell-Magic Arrows! You'll surely succumb to poison and die soon!" the Ghost King laughed with great satisfaction. "Is that so?" Gao Liang, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor despite Dong Jiao's growing anxiety, calmly replied to the Ghost King, "I'd like to see who actually dies from the poison!" Gao Liang then removed the arrow from his arm and tossed it casually. *Swoosh!* *Swoosh!* *Swoosh!* Three sharp arrows flew straight toward the Ghost King. The slingshot arrows were more powerful than those fired by the archers and crossbowmen, for they were launched by our luminous deity, Gao Liang, imbuing them with boundless strength. "Oh! My goodness!" The Ghost King could not believe it—his own subordinates' arrows, shot by Gao Liang's slingshot, had struck him directly in the eyes, abdomen, and thigh. Immediately, the poison took effect. Soon, his body turned a deep bluish-black and swelled with fluid. The arrows had pierced his eyes, rendering him completely blind, while the abdomen was torn through, spilling black blood. The muscles and bones in his thigh were severed, leaving him permanently disabled. Fortunately, several small spirits supported him, otherwise he would have collapsed heavily. "You! You! You are truly remarkable!" The Ghost King was utterly astonished at Gao Liang's prowess. "Your poison must have taken hold—how is it possible? You! You! You are unharmed? That's impossible! That's impossible!" Seeing Gao Liang untouched, the Ghost King found it utterly unbelievable. "Husband, are you all right?" Dong Jiao was worried about her husband. Gao Huang beamed and said, "How could I be easily injured? I've already become a god! I've perfected the invincible body!" "Pop!" Dong Jiao gently kissed Gao Huang, and her lips left a beautiful, fresh, dewy imprint—like a glowing medal. At that moment, Gao Huang felt absolutely delighted, and he reached up to gently caress Dong Jiao’s magnificent bust, smiling at her, "Wife! For you, my husband has truly descended to the mountain, plunged into the flames!" The King of Ghosts and the other minor spirits, upon hearing the term "invincible body," were so startled that they immediately knelt and begged for mercy. Gao Huang didn’t want to trouble them further, and he barked at them, "You shall reform yourselves in the underworld. Should you continue to commit evil deeds, I shall not spare you!" "Yes! Yes! The God of Light!" The King of Ghosts and the minor spirits dared not hesitate—they bowed deeply in gratitude. The King of Ghosts’ toxicity was particularly severe. Gao Huang then placed a magical pill at his side, which the King promptly took and The Ghost King was deeply moved, calling out to Gao Liang as he flew past the gate of the Underworld: "Light God! Please accept one more bow from me! You are truly the Light God full of compassion and courage!" Gao Liang had already taken his beloved wife, Mingxing, and soared into the sky, soon catching up with the Fire Qilin. Gao Liang held Dong Jiao in his arms and sat upon the head of the Fire Qilin, while the other beautiful women—Zhang Yупing, Chen Yuting, Yu Di, Mei Eiko, Jing Subo, and Dai Mengna—sat together on the Qilin's back. Following Gao Liang's guidance, the Fire Qilin headed toward the second Eden that he had established. Dong Jiao became delicate and shy, leaning gently against her husband's broad and strong chest, gazing at the shooting stars passing by in the sky and saying to him, "Husband! Look! That star!" Gao Liang saw the star moving swiftly and brilliantly, tracing a beautiful arc across the heavens. "A meteor burns itself out, transforming its brief life into eternity!" Gao Liang remarked. "Yes, Husband! After speaking, Dong Jiao found Gao Qiang gazing at her deeply. Slowly, the two of them kissed again. This time, they were completely relaxed. Gao Qiang gently traced his fingers around, and a curtain fell, enclosing him and Dong Jiao within. Inside the curtain, they freely expressed their affection. Dong Jiao felt shy—though she had shared several passionate moments with her husband, truly engaging in such intimacy with this accomplished man before her still made her feel nervous. In fact, this nervousness was a sign of excitement; it had been a long time since she last experienced such closeness with her husband. How could she not be excited? Gao Qiang, too, was busy with many affairs and had numerous beautiful women in his life. It was quite normal for him to not receive special attention from his second wife occasionally. Dong Jiao felt shy, yet Gao Qiang insisted that she let go. Gao Qiang never forced her—past, present, or future. He always allowed her to feel at ease, gently soothing her with pure, tender kisses, helping her realize that their kisses were simply pure and innocent. Highlight is neither light-hearted nor flamboyant, nor rough—he carries warmth and patience. To handle women well, one must invest time and effort, like brewing tea. Tea needs care and time to truly unfold its flavor. Once properly brewed, its deliciousness naturally emerges. A shy, fresh woman is still young and delicate, not yet ready to be picked and savored. Thus, Highlight simply kisses her sincerely. The fragrant scent of blossoms flows from his mouth, naturally entering the second lady’s mouth, then traveling through her airways and into her body. Dong Jiao feels a deep sense of ease—a refreshing, invigorating sensation, as if her spirit is being stirred to its very core. Dong Jiao is completely immersed in Highlight’s floral fragrance. At this moment, she notices that flowers have quietly accumulated around her and her husband. When she gently touches them, wow—there they are, real flowers. Colorful petals drift down from the sky, layer upon layer, settling gently on their bodies. "It's a peach blossom rain! So romantic!" Dong Jiao feels as though she lives in a fairy tale. At that moment, Gao Liang lit 19 candles, forming a heart shape. "Miss Second Wife! Today is your birthday!" Gao Liang's warm, magnetic voice echoed. "This is my gift for you!" He added. Soon, Dong Jiao noticed that there were now many red roses around her—vivid, brilliant, and stunning. "10,000 roses! I love you for ten thousand years!" Gao Liang knelt down, placing a diamond engagement ring shaped like an angel's heart onto Dong Jiao's finger. Dong Jiao was so happy she almost fainted. She never thought her husband would care so deeply. Dong Jiao's birthday had never been so meaningful—right then, there were only two people present. Love born from emotion, and emotion deepened by love. Dong Jiao had become the happiest woman in the world that day. No longer shy, but rather open-hearted, because she knew she had to cherish and hold tightly to Gao Liang's steadfast love. Dong Jiao began actively kissing Gao Bright's firm chest, her delicate lips enveloping his nipple. Gao Bright felt the smooth, refreshing sensation of her lips, which instantly activated a specific cell within his body.