The Ghost King and Zhao Han were both feeling pretty awful. 

We’re fighting with our lives on the line here, and yet that brat is playing the kissing game over there?! And with two freaking beauties at that?

F*ck that!

Zhao Han suddenly felt a bit weary deep down. He felt that he should have just let the Ghost King smack them to death. All of you can just disappear!

The Ghost King stared at Chu Chuyan and Pei Mianman. He could sense that their kiss really did seem to counteract his Glare of Eternal Slumber. The grayish-white energy in Zu An’s body was already growing fainter.

Don’t tell me that these two were able to free themselves from the Glare of Eternal Slumber precisely through this method? Preposterous!

Who the hell came up with this damned method? It’s clearly just to deal with me!

…

At that moment, Zu An was already about to faint, but not because of the Glare of Eternal Slumber. He was about to faint from bliss. He had never expected that he would be able to experience such a thing. These two women had both taken the initiative to kiss him! On top of that, they...