Seeing the women's jars of vinegar completely overturned, Yang Luo instantly felt a massive headache coming on.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Do you only care about Su Qingmei now and don't care about us anymore?"
"Then you shouldn't have said you'd marry us back then!"
"Now we're clinging to you for good, whether you care or not, you're stuck with us!"
Xiao Ziyun, Lin Qianyi, Qin Yimo, Chu Yanran, and Alinda were all chirping away, arguing noisily.
Prajna and Zhixin were hiding off to the side, secretly laughing.
The Goddess of Fate wore a calm expression, neither fighting nor grabbing, saying nothing.
The Flame Emperor and Dongfang Ruoshui could only helplessly shake their heads.
Yan Juefeng folded his arms and joked, "Brother Yang might have no lack of romantic blessings, but too many women is its own kind of trouble!"
"Exactly!"
Bujie laughed gleefully. "My Brother Xu is the smart one—no women in his heart, and his blade is naturally divine!"
