In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

An hour later, as the spiritual power in her body surged like a spring tide, Li Ningshuang's whole body became radiant and lustrous, and her cultivation level naturally broke through to the martial artist realm.

Her eyes were slightly closed, with a hint of red still at the corners of her eyes, and her hazy eyes were filled with shimmering water.

A few kitten-like moans escaped from her cherry lips, and her slender jade fingers unconsciously pinched Li Zimo's strong arms, leaving a few shallow crescent marks on his skin.

"Shh..." Li Zimo chuckled and held her pearly earlobe in his mouth, his tongue grazing over the red spot. "There's a little cat eavesdropping outside the door."

Warm breath wrapped in a mischievous smile penetrated into the cochlea.

"Woo..." Li Ningshuang trembled all over when she heard that, and her pretty face, which was already rosy, suddenly turned red enough to look like blood was dripping out.

The afterglow of the spiritual power breakthrough mixed with shame swept over like a wave, and he was finally unable to withstand the double stimulation. His eyelashes trembled a few times like the wings of a broken butterfly, and he fell completely into a deep sleep.

Li Zimo gazed at her peaceful sleeping face, and used his fingertips to brush away the wet hair stuck to her cheeks.

He picked up the quilt that had fallen and tucked it in carefully, then kissed her between the eyebrows. Then he put on a moon-white middle garment and stood up.

The silk sleeves of his clothes brushed against the jade brick surface. He walked towards the door under the moonlight that looked like broken silver pieces all over the ground. The jade pendant on his waist made a clear tinkling sound in the silence.

......

Outside the carved door of the bedroom, two "kittens" were shivering while holding a bottle of hangover soup.

The jade bowl in Zhao Weiyang's hand trembled slightly, and ripples appeared on the surface of the soup.

Zhang Yunshu was even worse. He almost dropped the tray when he heard a moan from inside.

"Sister Weiyang..." Her voice was thinner than a mosquito's. "Should we... come back another day..."

Just as Zhao Weiyang was about to nod, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

Li Zimo stood in the light and shadow wearing only a single layer of clothing, with a thin layer of sweat on his chest.

The two of them screamed "Ah", but he held them in his arms one by one.

“The soup is getting cold.”

He sniffed the aroma in the bowl and suddenly picked up the two of them.

Zhao Weiyang subconsciously put her arms around his neck, the pearl hairpins in her hair jingling;

Zhang Yunshu was completely frozen, like a frightened quail.

As they walked through the corridor, the breeze brushed against their hot cheeks.

Li Zimo deliberately whispered in Zhao Weiyang's ear: "Where is Weiyang's boudoir? Show me the way."

The word "Weiyang" made her feel weak all over, and she reluctantly pointed to the east wing.

In front of the diamond-shaped mirror, Li Zimo's movements in removing makeup for the two of them were more familiar than before.

Zhao Weiyang's hibiscus crown, Zhang Yunshu's butterfly hairpin - every time a piece of jewelry was taken off, one could hear her breathing quicken a little.

When Zhang Yunshu's waist sash was untied, she suddenly pressed Li Zimo's hand:

"Husband... please have mercy on me..."

"I know." He kissed her trembling eyelids, "I will make you happy."

As he spoke, his palm was already on her back, and gentle spiritual power surged in.

Zhang Yunshu suddenly collapsed as if all his bones had been pulled out, and he felt warm all over, even his toes stretched out.

Seeing this, Zhao Weiyang took the initiative to hold Li Zimo's other hand:

"I...I want it too."

Before he could finish his words, his face turned red with embarrassment.

The red candle flickered, reflecting the three entangled figures.

The spring rain came quietly outside the window, making the banana leaves rustle, just covering up a few suppressed cries.

......

By the time Zhao Weiyang and Zhang Yunshu's spiritual energy gradually stabilized and their cultivation both broke through to the martial artist realm, the moon was already at its zenith.

The two girls curled up in the brocade quilt, sweating profusely, their black hair disheveled like ink, and even their fingertips were tinged with delicate pink.

Li Zimo saw their pitiful and tearful eyes and felt pity for them. He stroked their heads and said softly:

"That's all for tonight."

After saying that, he put on his clothes, stood up, went to the side room and gently picked up the sleeping Li Ningshuang.

The person in his arms spontaneously sought out the source of heat in her sleep, rubbing her cheek against his chest like a sated cat.

Li Zimo raised the corners of his lips slightly, put the three quilts together to make a couch, and let the three women lie down head to head. He leaned against the carved bed railing, and his fingertips took turns combing through three strands of black hair with different fragrances - Ning Shuang's hair had the scent of cedar, Wei Yang had the sweetness of apricot blossoms, and Yun Shu was surrounded by a faint herbal fragrance.

Li Ningshuang was the first to wake up in the early morning light.

When he realized that he was resting his head on Zhao Weiyang's arm and his legs were resting on Zhang Yunshu's waist, he was so embarrassed that blood started dripping from his ears.

Just as he was about to stand up, he was grabbed by an arm from his waist - it turned out that Li Zimo had also lay down at some point, and was now holding all three of them in his arms.

"Husband, husband..." She called out softly, but woke up the two women beside her.

When Zhao Weiyang opened her eyes, she saw the handsome face close to her. The memories of last night flooded into her mind, and she pulled the quilt over half of her face with a "ah".

This movement caused her sore waist to become painful, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhang Yunshu was even worse. He found himself pressed against Li Zimo's chest. In panic, he rolled to the corner of the bed and fell onto the footstool with the quilt, revealing half of his snow-white arm.

"This is..." Li Zimo suppressed his laughter and pulled the person back, "Are you going to act out 'Three Sisters Teaching Their Sons'?"

Li Ningshuang blushed as she tied up his loose shirt belt: "My husband is still joking..."

Before she could finish her words, her fingertips accidentally touched the red mark on his collarbone. She suddenly remembered that she had bitten it when she was in a state of passion last night, and she buried her face in her palms in shame.

Birds were chirping outside the window, and a ray of morning sunlight passed through the gauze curtain, shining on the folded sleeves of the four people.

Zhao Weiyang suddenly burst out laughing and pointed at Zhang Yunshu's messy bun:

"Sister Yunshu is like a quail with its feathers standing on end."

"Sister Weiyang is not..."

Zhang Yunshu retorted, and when he saw the lingering kiss mark on her neck in the bronze mirror, he blushed.

Li Zimo took the opportunity to pull the three of them into his arms again: "Now that you're all awake..."

With a flick of his fingertips, the unfinished wedding wine from last night flew over the table. "How about a quick drink?"

Four white jade cups touched lightly in the air, and the wine emitted a fine golden light.

......

After the four of them had breakfast together, Li Zimo sent the three girls to Yunyou Tianfu and asked Xiangxiang to teach them the Emperor-level martial arts skills and guide them to practice with concentration.

Xiangxiang's voice drifted over and whispered:

"Master, Sister Mo Yun has been thinking about the embroidery work that's due tomorrow. She said she has an appointment with a lady to pick it up. She's worried about missing the appointment..."

Li Zimo smiled when he heard this and said, "Tell her not to worry, I will take care of it for her."

After asking in detail about the location of the embroidery, Shen Moyun finally felt relieved and devoted himself to cultivation.

“Tomorrow? It’s still early.”

Li Zimo touched his chin, thinking that it would soon be noon, but the house was empty.

Although he had reached the stage of fasting, how could he easily change the three meals a day habits he had developed over twenty years in his previous life?

He immediately took out the communication jade slip and contacted Xiao Xiang'er, the owner of Tianxiang Tower.

"Shopkeeper Xiao, please prepare a table of delicious food and wine for lunch."

He paused, then added, "The best."

From the other end of the jade slip came Xiao Xiang'er's respectful reply:

"Don't worry, senior. Xiang'er will prepare it right away."

But after the communication was cut off, the charming shopkeeper had a bitter look on her face.

She gently stroked her chest with her bare hands, feeling her heart bleed.

"This table costs at least three million low-grade spirit stones..." she muttered to herself sadly.

You have to know that Tianxiang Tower is the royal property of the Shenwu Empire, and she is just a salaried shopkeeper with an annual salary of barely one million.

If it weren't for the money I could make on a daily basis, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to pay this amount.

"Wow...my secret money..."

Xiao Xiang'er lay on the scented couch, her slender fingers drawing circles unconsciously, and suddenly her beautiful eyes turned,

"No, I can't be the only one to suffer!"

She immediately sent a message to Ye Yuhan, the manager of Tianxiang Tower:

"Yuhan, go prepare the 'No. 1' banquet and send it to Senior Li."