Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Can’t you learn something good?

The gentle question, full of intimacy, did not cause Fu Qian even a hint of doubt.

Of course, this didn’t mean there was any power to resist.

The ravaged flesh, at this moment, still couldn’t make any movements, only allowing itself to be embraced by the long-missed Dark Moon Cult Leader, benefiting from this posture.

Fortunately, since gaining control of the eyes, Fu Qian hadn’t given up on searching for other organs.

"Ah..."

After a round of searching, controlling something like vocal cords, Fu Qian attempted to make a sound.

Oh?

The Witch clearly listened carefully, even leaning in closer.

"Ah... Niel?"

Fu Qian did not disappoint, quickly making adjustments.