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"Hmm~"

"Sweat profusely~"

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the palace is dark.

The window sill of this side hall was not closed properly. Because of this, the evening wind blew in from outside, causing the lavender gauze surrounding the curtained bed in the center of the hall to constantly flutter in the wind.

Vaguely visible, inside the purple gauze, on the bed, there is a majestic figure of a man, and the graceful figures of three women, entwined with each other.

The sounds of joy and laughter, and the sounds of men and women breathing, come and go.

Outside the bed, several pairs of women's dresses and trousers, as well as wine cups and glasses were scattered on the ground, and red wine poured out.

The pure aroma of wine lingered, mixed with some of the "fishy smell" of the place, forming an even stranger smell.

"Um?"

Suddenly, on the bed, the man's figure paused and turned to look at the closed door of the Vermilion Palace.

"Arshan? What are you doing here?"

He made a slightly impatient voice, "Didn't I tell you not to come to me at night?"

"Father, I have something to tell you."

A slightly youthful voice came from outside the palace door.

"You little brat, do you have to say it now?"

The man's tone was obviously a little irritated, and then he pulled away the woman's arm from around his neck and said, "Hey, get down. I'll call you over later."

"Yes, sweat~"

The three women responded coquettishly, then lifted up the purple gauze on the bed, got out of bed, picked up the clothes and trousers on the floor, and left through the back door of the side hall.

Those were the three sisters: Cat Girl, Fox Girl, and Bunny Girl.

And the man got out of bed.

He is a strong man with a majestic build and full of muscles. He is more than two meters tall, and the muscle lines on his body are as layered as if they were carved with knives and axes.

The strong man casually took a green robe from the hanger beside the bed and put it on. Through the dim moonlight, he could barely see his unshaven face. It was not very "good-looking", but it was enough to fit the prairie man's idea of ​​"a man."

” definition.

He is the second generation khan, Hurius.

Many years after the war between Grassland and Daluo ended, he has finally become the kind of "faint king who only covets pleasure" that he always dreamed of.
Chapter completed!