"Ah ha!" Bexia stretched and sat up, a faint smell of alcohol wrinkling his brow. Last night, he had to drink some alcohol to deal with the foreign envoys from those countries. However, he was not good at drinking, and after a few glasses, he got drunk and forgot how he got back.

"Hmm?!" Bexia felt something different. Why was he not wearing his clothes? And there seemed to be something pressing on his lower body.

"Wow!" Bexia lifted the blanket and saw Christine, her clothes disheveled. She was only wearing a slip, with the front buttons undone, revealing Christine's smooth shoulders and half of her round chest. There were also two faintly visible blushes, and her long legs were completely exposed in the air. The short edge of the slip had a hint of mystery, arousing one's imagination.

"Gulp!" Bexia swallowed dryly, recalling the ripples at Christine's door last night. Evil thoughts started to emerge in his mind.

What am I thinking?!

Bexia shook his head vigorously, pushing away the thoughts that appeared in his mind early in the morning. He reached out to pull up Christine's slip and buttoned it up, concealing the exposed spring scenery.

"Why are you in my bed again, Christine? Didn't we already talk about this?" Bexia took the blanket he had lifted and covered Christine's conspicuous legs. To be honest, just looking at everything exposed in front of him made him want to play with it in his hands. Fortunately, he was still rational enough to restrain himself.

He needed to have a serious talk with Christine today. If he continued like this, Bexia couldn't guarantee that he would be able to control his desires every time. After all, he was already of marriageable age, and if something happened, the consequences would be difficult to handle.

Moreover, he knew that if he really did something, Christine would definitely not resist, and she might even be willing. But was this willingness truly out of love? Or was it obedience to her master? Or was it fulfilling her duty as a weapon, satisfying her master's every desire?

Bexia couldn't know Christine's thoughts. In his opinion, Christine might have various attitudes towards this. If he really did something to her, he would feel extremely guilty.

"It was the master who did that to me last night, not Christine's fault..." Christine said pitifully, looking very aggrieved. With no memory of last night, he only vaguely remembered that Christine brought him back. As for what happened afterwards, he had no idea. Did he do something excessive?

Thinking of this, Bexia couldn't help but feel a little panicked, especially when he remembered that he woke up with only underwear on, and Christine was almost the same. Did nothing really happen? Did he lose control under the influence of alcohol?

Various possibilities came to Bexia's mind, but he couldn't deny them completely, because he really couldn't remember what happened last night.

"Hehe! I was just kidding, master!" Christine suddenly laughed, looking triumphant.

"Alright, you dare to deceive me!" Bexia originally wanted to teach Christine a lesson, but looking at her thin slip, his hand stopped involuntarily. He just lightly flicked her forehead with his hand as a punishment!

"Don't do this next time, and don't casually share a bed with men. It's very dangerous!" Bexia lectured seriously.

"I won't let anyone other than the master touch me, not even women. I belong to the master alone!" Christine replied seriously, her expression contrasting greatly with before. The reason for all this was because Bexia's question touched on Christine's principles.

There was only one master, and she only served her master!

"What if one day I am defeated and you become someone else's captive?" Bexia asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

"If the master is still alive, then I will enter self-sealing and wait for the master to come get me!"

"If something unexpected happens to the master, then I will choose self-destruction..."

Bexia was taken aback by Christine's response. He could sense the sincerity in her words. If such a situation were to occur, she would definitely do as she said. This touched something deep within Bexia.

"Alright, I was just saying it's a possibility!" Bexia reached out and touched Christine's head, silently adding, "I won't let that happen unless I'm already dead!"

Christine's words put an end to the morning's conflict and reprimands. Bexia was so moved by her that he couldn't bring himself to blame her for anything. However, he realized that he was still indulging Christine too much, to the point where others would likely find it excessive.

After tidying themselves up, Bexia and Christine headed to Shen Square. After all, Bexia had come here to challenge himself and he was also very curious about the so-called Dragon God Space. Most importantly, he wanted to surprise Long Momo.

Although the weather was hot, the number of people in Shen Square remained very high. The battle on the fighting stage was intense, with constant cheers from the audience. After all, such a grand event was rare, only held once every fifty years. It could be said to be the biggest event in Anzu, a religious country.

There were hundreds of fighting stages, but they were still not enough for the participants. Even challenging required waiting in line for a turn, and Bexia was no exception.

After about an hour of waiting, while Christine was dozing off, it was finally Bexia's turn to go on stage. He patted Christine, who was leaning against him, and said, "It's my turn, Christine!"

"Huh?! Master, go for it!" Suddenly, Christine leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. This unexpected gesture caught him off guard. He felt like Christine had changed somehow.

The two seemed even closer, and even after Bexia realized it, he didn't say anything. He simply reached out and gently stroked her hair, causing her to show a very content expression, like a cat being petted.

There seemed to be something more between the two of them, but Bexia didn't notice it much. However, as Christine watched him go on stage, a mysterious light flashed in her eyes, and a special smile appeared on her lips.

"So you're my opponent?" To Bexia's surprise, the other person was a girl wearing a short skirt, and her fiery red long hair stood out.

"Bexia, please enlighten me!"

"Feng Xiaohuang, likewise!"