Holding a child-bearing system, seducing all the handsome male cultivators in the wilderness

"Yi Huai, you..."

Jiu Luonanxing felt a pang of pain in his teeth when he saw Gong Yihuai and Li Wanji performing this scene of husband and wife following each other's love.

"Oh, Nanxing, Wanji has absolutely no selfish motives in doing this. If she wants to find a son-in-law, then let her do it. After all, we will just have more brothers in the future. Why do you have to mind so much?"

"Anyway, you are the leader of the Wangchuan League. The disciples of all tribes follow your lead, Nanxing. All of us husbands also respect you."

"Even if Wan Ji finds a few more husbands, they will only be concubines. They will not threaten your position in the Li family, and they can serve you and Wan Ji in the future. Why not?"

Gong Yihuai's words successfully made Jiuluo Nanxing's face darken.

How could he not hear the hidden meaning behind Gong Yihuai's words?

"Gong Yihuai, what do you think of me, Jiuluo Nanxing?" Jiuluo Nanxing glared at him, with obvious anger in his tone.

Gong Yihuai just chuckled and said calmly: "What? Of course I regard you as my eldest husband! Nanxing, why are you angry? I am just telling the truth."

"In the future, our Li family will grow stronger. As Wan Ji's eldest husband, you will naturally have to take on more responsibilities. Wouldn't it be great to have more brothers to share the burden?"

Jiuluo Nanxing was so angry at Gong Yihuai's words that she was shaking all over, but she had no way to refute it.

"Okay, very good." Jiuluo Nanxing gritted his teeth and said, "Since you have all made a decision, I have nothing to say."

After saying that, Jiuluo Nanxing also left in a huff.

Only Li Wanji and Gong Yihuai were left in the conference room.

"Yi Huai, why did you provoke Nanxing just now?" Li Wanji asked with a frown as she watched Jiuluo Nanxing leaving.

Gong Yihuai chuckled, walked to Li Wanji, and gently put his arm around her shoulders: "Wanji, don't you understand? I'm helping you."

Li Wanji looked at him in confusion: "Help me? How?"

"Help you persuade Nanxing. Nanxing has always thought highly of himself and always feels that he is special in your heart. But in fact, he is just one of your many husbands."

Li Wanji broke free from Gong Yihuai's embrace: "Yihuai, you should know that I am fair to each of you. Nanxing has always been emotionally stable. She lost her composure today. I'm afraid she was provoked by you."

"Wan Ji, you are too naive." Gong Yihuai smiled disapprovingly, "Nan Xing is not an easy person to deal with. His feelings for you are not just as simple as the feelings of a husband for his wife."

"Yihuai, don't talk nonsense." Li Wanji's face changed slightly. She glared at Gong Yihuai and turned her head away.

"Wan Ji, all men are possessive, especially a man with outstanding talent like Nan Xing. He will never be satisfied with sharing you with other men."

"He is still forbearing now, but because Wangchuan League still needs the support of various tribes, he has to compromise temporarily. But once he has enough strength, what do you think he will do?"

Is friendship between men really as soft as plastic? Li Wanji felt that Gong Yihuai was stabbing Jiuluo Nanxing in the back.

She used to see Gong Yihuai and Jiuluo Nanxing inseparable, but today she saw Gong Yihuai slandering Jiuluo Nanxing, and she couldn't help feeling unhappy.

"Yi Huai, aren't you and Nan Xing close friends? Is it really appropriate for you to slander him like this?"

"Best friend?" Gong Yihuai smiled bitterly, walked towards Li Wanji, unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his strong chest, which had several new whip wounds that had not yet fully healed.

"Wan Ji, do you know where these scars come from? They were caused by Nan Xing. He was jealous of my marriage to you, and he attacked me ruthlessly in private."

Li Wanji looked at the shocking whip wound and covered her mouth in shock: "Is this really... done by Nanxing?"

"It's absolutely true." Gonggong Yihuai put on his clothes with a gloomy look, "Nanxing appears to be dignified and generous, but in fact he is scheming and extremely jealous. He has been lurking in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to monopolize you."

"I originally didn't want to mention this to you because of our past friendship. But today, seeing that you still have fantasies about him, I have no choice but to tell you the truth."

As Li Wanji listened to Gong Yihuai's story, complex emotions surged in her heart.

She once thought that her fellow Taoists all lived in harmony, but now it seems that there are too many secrets and disputes hidden behind this.

"Yihuai, why have you never told me about the grievances you have suffered?" Li Wanji looked at Gong Yihuai with heartache, her tone full of guilt.

Gong Yihuai said softly: "Wan Ji, I don't want you to worry about me. I know Nanxing's position in Wangchuan League. I don't want to disrupt the war of resistance because of this matter, and I don't want to embarrass you."

Li Wanji looked at Gong Yihuai with emotion, and the balance in her heart could not help but tilt towards him. This man was always so considerate and caring for her.

"Yi Huai, thank you." Li Wanji's voice was a little choked, "I will give you an explanation."

"Don't do anything, Wanji. I have my own plan for Nanxing's matter." Gong Yihuai gently stroked the back of Li Wanji's hand. "I am also a man. I have self-esteem. How can I feel at ease if I ask you to stand up for me?"

"But your injury..."

"This injury is just a superficial one. It will heal after some rest." Gong Yihuai shook his head gently and leaned on Li Wanji's shoulder. "Wanji, if you can apply medicine on me, I probably won't feel so much pain."

Li Wanji saw through Gong Yihuai's little trick, but she was too soft-hearted to refuse. She nodded gently and said softly, "Okay, I'll apply the medicine for you."

She helped Gong Yihuai into the inner room and carefully took off his clothes, revealing the whip wounds. She gently dipped a cotton ball in ointment and carefully applied it to each wound.

These whip marks were indeed left by Jiuluo Nanxing's natal magic weapon, the 'Meteoric Whip'. Each one was deep enough to see the bone, and it was obvious that the person who did it was merciless.

While applying the medicine, Li Wanji asked softly, "Yi Huai, do you really not hate Nan Xing?"

Gong Yihuai closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no emotion in his eyes.

"Hate? But I don't hate him. I only hate myself. I hate that I am not as skilled as others. I hate that I have such crazy fantasies about you even though I clearly don't have the ability."

"Yihuai, you don't have to be like this. I married you willingly." Li Wanji comforted him softly. Her guilt and pity for Gong Yihuai deepened a little.

Gong Yihuai sighed softly, took Li Wanji into his arms, and whispered softly: "But in Nanxing's eyes, I am like a thief who stole his treasure. He can't wait to get rid of me."

"Wan Ji, you have never really seen Nan Xing clearly. The more he pretends to be magnanimous, the crazier he is inside. Wan Ji, I don't want you to be hurt by him."

"He won't hurt me." Li Wanji murmured.

"Maybe." Gong Yihuai did not refute. He buried his head in Li Wanji's neck, enjoying this rare tenderness.